The following morning, Manhattan West Street Harlem
Sullivan opened his eyes before yawning and looked at the Raiden Ei blue digital clock he won in a sweepstakes.
He stretched lazily before texting Hermione, as if it were a natural thing to do.
Sullivan: Good morning, Hermione.
Hermione: Good morning, Sullivan.
It's seven o'clock in the morning now, and he'll learn how to hunt in theory today, so he won't have to get up too early.
Last night, the two talked about general topics until three a.m. They wanted to know the difference between their dimensions.
Hermione's dimension had advanced technology, but it was still behind his dimension, which had an intel pentium while his dimension already had an intel i15 series 12, so the difference in technology was about twenty years give or take.
They could use carenda to tell the difference in time but it's not that accurate now in his dimension was in 2021 but there were already many advanced technology but in hermione dimension using the rate in which they develop technology It will take them twenty years but their dimension was already in 2010 so the date was not that accurate if they want to compare the different things between dimension
Hermione could now solve the problem of magic and technology not working together because she was the first person to create a magical phone, even if it was an old model like the Nokia 3310.
The signal covers all of magical Britain, and it is hoped that it will expand to cover the entire magical world.
Sullivan was so impressed by her that he knew Hermione, whom he had invited to the chat group, was the smartest and greatest. Her people even compared her to Merlin.
He was ecstatic.
"My luck is still good. "I wasn't feeling salty anymore!"
Sullivan talks with Hermione for a few minutes before she has to leave for work, and she thanks him for talking her out of depression last night.
Sullivan could only tilt his head, did he talk her out of depression he didn't know he just felt she was sad so he talked and joked with her last night that's all he could do
Sullivan: Have a nice day. Hermione
Hermione: You as well, Sol...
Sullivan: Sol?
Hermione: Yes, Sol, your name will be Sol from now on.
Sullivan: All right.
Sullivan shook his head. He didn't mind if she called him by his nickname, but he will address her by her full name.
After finishing his conversation with Hermione Sullivan, he stood up from his bed and went to shower before exiting his room from the floor above his internet cafe.
"Mr. Sullivan, we have prepared the car."
His bodyguard walked in front of him before informing him that they had prepared the car that would transport him to the hunting grounds.
In his absence, one of his bodyguards will work as an attendant at his internet cafe.
Of course, his or her salary remains the same as that paid by his or her sponsors.
That means he'll have access to free labor.
He was riding in a limo...
"Grandpa and Grandma go overboard again..."
Usually, he traveled in a black van or suv, and if he was in a supercar or any other luxurious car, it was his grandparents' responsibility.
Not that he didn't enjoy it.
On the hunting ground
Many people came here for shooting instruction or to learn how to hunt wild or feral animals that devastate the environment.
The animal that destroys the environment or ecosystem is usually an overpopulated animal that needs to be trimmed down.
Sullivan was now enrolled in a theory course that would last three to four days and would teach him the fundamentals of everything.
Three hours had passed. It is now time for lunch.
"All right, that's all we need to teach you about the fundamentals."
The trainer smiled at Sullivan, who had received a large tip this time, which was more than his annual salary plus bonuses.
Sullivan nodded his head normally he was not a fast learner but there was a spell that Hermione created to help him learn Veloxtrina with this spell it helped him to learn faster but also placed a burden on his brain after that he needed to use Primum Auxilium to heal his headache this two spell work well together
"I only need the fundamentals; after that, I'll shoot a dummy target and then the real thing..."
Sullivan exited the room and went to eat lunch.
The restaurant within the hunting grounds uses the animal they hunt as an ingredient, so the menu changes daily.
"I'd like a beef burger and a can of cola, please."
When Sullivan said that, everyone looked at him strangely.
"Did you come here just for a burger?" Come on, be a man and pick something else; you can get a beef burger at McDonald's."
One of the customers he spoke with was an African-American.
"So, what do you recommend?"
"This bro was the food here's pride and joy."
"Steak? Wow, that's novel; I couldn't find it anywhere."
"The Sarcasm" Now I like it. It's not from a cow, but...alligator, man up and eat it."
"Eww maybe next time"
"Hey, hey, it's good." I promise you it's very juicy, and if it's not delicious, punch me in the face."
"Really"
"Yeah!"
Sullivan hesitated, but the man in front of him seemed optimistic, so he sighed and ate it.
"Wow, that's really good." "I had no idea."
"See? "I told you so, that was twenty bucks."
"What"
"That's twenty bucks, you know, it's cheap."
Sullivan blinked and took $20 from his pocket to pay him; he liked his commercial, so $20 wasn't too much.
"You can enjoy the food in my special seat over there."
"Wait, what's your name?"
"My name? My name is Miles. Miles morales"