Lab Mouse Constitution

Lorne said, "Locke, what we have is the normal situation. We still have three years to advance to Second-Class Wizard Apprentice."

"Yours is the abnormal situation."

Locke smiled. "Don't call me senior. We've always been friends."

"It's fine when others call me senior, but the two of you lived with me for an entire year. It feels strange when you call me that."

Pierre and Lorne secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Locke had not changed his attitude at all despite the enormous difference in their status now, they felt a little more grateful toward him.

Lorne pointed at Pierre and said, "Dear Locke, this time, Pierre has something he wants your help with."

Locke looked at Pierre in confusion.

Pierre blushed before speaking. "Dear Locke, you've seen more than we have. I just wanted to ask you to look at this contract and tell me whether I should sign it."

Pierre handed a contract to Locke.

"Senior Anglong seems to think my constitution is special. He wants to sign this contract with me and have me work as an assistant in his Potions laboratory—and he said he'd pay me."

"Locke, you know my family circumstances are pretty ordinary. I'm desperately short on money. If I had an opportunity like this, that would be wonderful."

Pierre said excitedly, "Senior Anglong promised to give me fifty Magic Stones every month. But Lorne suggested that I ask you first. You know more, and like Senior Anglong, you're a First-Class Wizard Apprentice."

"You understand that world better."

For a Third-Class Wizard Apprentice, fifty Magic Stones per month was clearly an enormous sum.

That was why Pierre, whose family circumstances were rather ordinary, found it difficult to resist such a "huge" temptation.

Locke quickly scanned the contract. His expression changed from casual