For Adam, this kind of work was actually more to his liking.
At the moment, he seemed to be fine on the surface, but in reality, he was still weak.
It wasn't a good idea to go chopping people in this state.
Teaching would be nice, as it could at least provide some peace and quiet for his recovery.
After confirming Adam's intention, the elder in front of him quickly noted it down.
Then another half a month passed.
As the days went by and Adam began to doubt if his job would fall through, some definite news finally came.
In a spacious mansion.
"You must be Mr. Adam?"
In the spacious living room, a middle-aged man with thick, golden hair, looking serious, was sizing up Adam, "I've heard from Mr. Liya that you have a rich Mage cultivation."
"But in my opinion, your aristocratic cultivation seems just as good."
The dignified middle-aged man with golden hair looked like a nobleman and had a keen eye.
