Chapter 31 Claims Investigator
The idea is tempting.
But there are risks.
Mr. Marco is a wealthy man in Port Quinte and the number one spice dealer.
This person's power is greater than Dubin's.
What if he doesn't want to pay the reward and just kills to silence him?
To put it another way, even if Mr. Marco is willing to pay the bounty.
How could he explain how he had taken advantage of the situation between Doberman and Jason and single-handedly seized back two large barrels of pepper?
A novice warlock apprentice has such strength?
No one would believe it if I told them.
If Allen doesn't want to reveal his true colors, then this matter doesn't make sense.
Once Mr. Marco becomes suspicious and suspects that he is secretly colluding with the thieves, there will be endless trouble.
After all, it’s because my strength is not strong enough and my influence is not big enough.
I had to keep my tail between my legs.
Alan sighed.
At this point, the only thing he could do was to look for his own backer to step forward.
…
Early the next morning.
Alan returned to school and went to the Glass Garden to find the principal, and took the initiative to talk about the melee in the cave deep in the mountains.
Except for the Taotie system and the poisonous demon bloodline.
He recounted the entire incident without reservation.
"I accidentally witnessed a fight between a gang and a profiteer's mercenaries, and you took advantage of it?"
Ms. Sora stared at her favorite student, half believing and half doubting.
Alan nodded, looking sincere.
"The two barrels of pepper that were stolen were hidden under my bed."
"I want to return the item to its original owner, but I'm afraid the owner will take advantage of me because I'm young and ignorant and won't give me the reward."
"So I came to you, hoping that you would return the pepper to the company and collect the reward."
"As for the bounty, half of it will be yours."
"Teacher, do you think this will work?"
After listening to him, the principal smiled.
"Alan, you did a great job on this!"
“It shows a maturity and prudence far beyond his age.”
"I am very relieved."
"Teacher, are you willing to do me this favor?" Alan also showed appropriate surprise.
"Of course, it's just a piece of cake."
The principal leaned back in her armchair with a faint smile.
"As for the bounty, you don't have to share it with me. I'm not so poor as to take advantage of students."
"How can that be possible?!"
Alan immediately raised his voice by an octave, his face full of anxiety.
"Teacher! If you don't accept this money, I will feel bad!"
"But..." The principal wanted to refuse.
Allen interrupted and said sincerely, "I have learned so much valuable knowledge from you, and I haven't paid a penny for tuition!"
"Teacher, can this reward be considered as my tuition?"
"You silly child, you have such a stubborn temper!"
The principal smiled helplessly, with a hint of doting in her eyes.
"Okay, I can't beat you, so I'll do as you say."
…
Two days later.
After school in the afternoon, Alan was stopped by a man in a top hat as soon as he walked out of the school gate.
"Hello! Are you Alan Panthers?"
"Good afternoon," Alan looked at the strange man, "May I ask what you may do for me?"
The other person looked to be around 30 years old and had an elegant smile.
He is quite gentlemanly in his dress, speech and behavior.
"It seems I found the right person."
The strange gentleman smiled slightly, took off his hat, revealing a brilliant head of silver hair.
"My name is Kant, and I'm a private investigator."
"Private detective?" Alan was stunned for a moment. "From your accent, you are not from here, right?"
Kant nodded in acknowledgement.
"I came to Quinte Island for vacation and helped my friend investigate a case."
"What case? Is it related to me?"
Alan pretended to be puzzled.
I secretly guessed that it was most likely related to the Pepper robbery.
"This is a long story if I go into detail." Kant put on his hat and said calmly, "There is a cafe across the street. I wonder if I could have the honor of buying you a cup of coffee. We can sit down and talk slowly."
"It's my pleasure." Alan replied politely.
The two sat down in the cafe.
Kant snapped his fingers coolly.
I called the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee.
"It's like this, Mr. Allen. I have a friend who works for a shipping insurance company and asked me to investigate an insurance claim case..."
Kant sipped his coffee and expressed his intention.
"I heard from my friend at the police station that classmate Allen is an eyewitness to this case, so I wanted to talk to you."
"Mr. Kant, I don't know much, and I have nothing to hide..."
Alan responded according to the words he had agreed with the principal in advance .
"That day, I accompanied Teacher Sora to the mountains to collect herbs, and accidentally discovered a cave. Deep in the cave, I could faintly hear a quarrel."
He recounted the entire cause and effect of the fight between the thieves and the profiteers.
As for the role he played in it, he used the method of grafting and grafted it onto the principal.
It was as if he was just a small follower and errand boy for the principal.
Kant listened very carefully.
During the conversation, he interrupted him and asked some very sharp questions, all of which hit the nail on the head.
If Alan hadn't been prepared, there was no guarantee that he would have been exposed.
The conversation lasted twenty minutes.
Kant seemed to think there was nothing more to ask.
He stood up, smiled and held out his hand to Alan.
"Thank you for your assistance, Allen."
"You're welcome. I hope it helps."
After shaking hands, Kant snapped his fingers and paid the bill.
Watching him turn and leave, Alan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However……
Just as Kant was about to walk out of the cafe, she suddenly stopped, turned around and gave him a meaningful smile.
Alan's heart suddenly trembled for some reason, and his nerves became tense again!
"Mr. Allen, your coffee is cold."
"I heated it up a bit, I hope you don't mind."
After saying these two sentences.
Kant adjusted the brim of his hat, turned around, pushed the door open and left.
Alan sat up with bated breath.
Until Kant's figure disappeared among the crowd on the street.
He then breathed a sigh of relief.
Bow your head.
His eyes fell on the coffee cup.
Steam is coming out of the cup.
I reached out and touched the wall of the cup, and it was burning hot!
That Kant guy...
When did the magic trick come about to reheat the lukewarm coffee to a point where it was almost boiling?
Alan was not impressed at all!
At first glance, it seems like just a trivial trick.
Allen was deeply shocked!
The human body is mainly composed of water.
If Kant used this spell on the water in the human body.
For example, making the urine in someone's bladder boil instantly...
What will be the result?
Alan shuddered.
Kant is a man who is unfathomable!
If he was determined to kill me, I wouldn't even have a chance to resist.
The more Allen thought about it, the more he felt that Kant was not an ordinary person.
Run back to school quickly and inform the principal!
…
Alan climbed the stairs.
At the end of the corridor ahead is the principal's office.
He suddenly stopped.
Through the office glass window, I saw a familiar figure.
In the office.
The silver-haired gentleman sat on the sofa, crossing his legs leisurely, holding a thick cigar in his hand.
Chatting and laughing with the principal.
