Mr. Marco is a wealthy man in Port Quinte and the number one spice merchant.
This person's power is greater than Dupin.
What if he doesn't want to pay the bounty and kills someone to silence him?
To take a step back, even if Mr. Marco is willing to pay the reward.
How should I explain myself, taking advantage of the fire between the Dupin and Jason factions, and single-handedly recaptured two large barrels of pepper?
How could a junior sorcerer apprentice have such strength?
No one would believe it if I told you.
Allen doesn't want to reveal his trump card, so this incident cannot be explained.
Once Mr. Marco becomes suspicious and suspects that he is secretly colluding with the thieves, the consequences will be endless.
In the final analysis, I am still not strong enough and powerful enough.
I have to put my tail between my legs and be a human being.
Allen sighed.
At this point, the only thing left was to find his own backer to come forward.
…
Early the next morning.
Allen returned to school, went to the glass garden to find the principal's aunt, and took the initiative to talk about the melee in the deep mountain cave.
Except for the Taotie system and the Poison Demon bloodline.
He recounted the cause and effect without reservation.
"Inadvertently witnessed the mercenary fight between gangs and profiteers, and you finally took advantage of it?"
Ms. Sola stared at her protégé, dubious.
Allen nodded with a sincere look on his face.
"I hid the two stolen barrels of pepper under the bed."
"I want to return the property to its original owner, but I'm afraid that the other party will bully me because I'm young and ignorant and won't reward me."
"So I came to you, hoping to ask you to come forward and return the pepper to the merchant house and deliver it to receive the reward."
"As for the reward, half of it belongs to you."
"Teacher, do you think this can be done?"
When the principal's aunt heard what he said, a smile appeared on her lips.
"Alan, you did a great job on this matter!"
"Exhibits maturity and prudence far beyond his years."
"I'm very pleased."
"Teacher, are you willing to help me with this?" Allen also showed appropriate surprise.
"Of course you can, it's just a piece of cake."
The principal's aunt sat back in the armchair with a calm smile.
"As for the bounty, you don't need to share it with me. I'm not poor enough to take advantage of the students."
"How can that be done?!"
Allen immediately raised his voice an octave, his face full of eagerness.
"Teacher! If you don't accept the money, I will feel very sorry!"
"But..." The principal's aunt still wanted to refuse.
Allen interrupted the conversation and said sincerely: "I followed you and learned so much valuable knowledge, and I haven't even paid a copper coin for tuition!"
"Teacher, can this bounty be considered as my tuition?"
"You silly boy, you have such a stubborn temper!"
The principal's aunt smiled helplessly, with a hint of doting in her eyes.
"Okay, I can't defeat you, so I'll just do as you say."
…
Two days later.
After school in the afternoon, as soon as Allen left school, he was stopped by a man wearing a top hat.
"Hello! Is this classmate Alan Panthers?"
"Good afternoon," Allen looked at this strange man, "May I have any advice?"
The other person looks about 30 years old and has an elegant smile.
The way he dresses and speaks is quite gentlemanly.
"It seems I have found the right person."
The strange gentleman smiled slightly and took off his hat, revealing his brilliant silver hair.
"My name is Kant, and I am a private detective."
"Private detective?" Allen was stunned for a moment, "Looking at the accent, you are not a local, are you?"
Kant nodded calmly and admitted.
"I came to Quinte Island for vacation and helped a friend investigate a case."
"What case is it related to me?"
Allen pretended to be puzzled.
I secretly guessed that it was probably related to the pepper robbery.
"It would be a long story to tell you in detail." Kant put on his top hat and said calmly, "There is a cafe across the street. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to treat you to a cup of coffee. We can sit down and take our time.
chat."
"It's my pleasure." Allen replied politely.
The two of them sat down in the cafe.
Kant snapped his fingers coolly.
Called the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee.
"It's like this, classmate Allen, I have a friend who works in a shipping insurance company and asked me to investigate an insurance claim case..."
Kant sipped his coffee and expressed his thoughts.
"I learned from my friends in the police station that classmate Allen is a witness in this case, so I want to talk to you."
"Mr. Kant, I don't know much, and I have nothing to hide..."
Allen responded according to the words he had colluded with the principal's aunt in advance.
"That day, I accompanied Mr. Sola to the mountain to collect herbs, and I accidentally discovered a cave. There was a faint sound of quarreling deep in the cave."
He told the story of the conflagration between thieves and profiteers.
As for the role he played in it, he grafted it on to the principal's aunt.
It was as if he himself was just a small role running errands next to the principal's aunt.
Kant listened very carefully.
During this period, I interrupted him and asked a few very pointed questions, all of which hit the point.
If Allen had not been prepared in advance, there is no guarantee that the secret would not have been revealed.
The conversation lasted twenty minutes.
Kant seemed to feel that there was nothing left to ask.
He stood up and extended his hand to Allen with a smile.
"Thank you for your help, classmate Allen."
"You're welcome, I hope it helps."
After shaking hands, Kant snapped his fingers and paid the bill.
Seeing him turn and leave, Allen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However……
Just when Kant was about to walk out of the cafe, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and gave him a meaningful smile.
Allen's heart was inexplicably trembling, and his nerves became tense again!
"Classmate Allen, your coffee is cold."
"I heated it up casually, I hope you don't mind."
Finish these two sentences.
Kant held up the brim of his hat, turned around and pushed the door open to leave.
Allen sat upright with bated breath.
Until Kant's figure disappeared into the crowd on the street.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Lower your head.
His eyes fell on the coffee cup.
The mouth of the cup is steaming.
When I reached out and touched it, the wall of the cup was hot!
That guy Kant...
When did you cast the magic to reheat the already lukewarm coffee to almost boiling?
Allen was completely unimpressed!
At first glance, it looks like a trivial little trick.
Allen was deeply shocked!
The human body is mainly composed of water.
If Kant uses 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?
Allen shuddered.
Kant is an unfathomable person!
If he had murderous intentions, he might not even have a chance to resist.
The more Allen thought about it, the more he felt that Kant was not a simple person.
Hurry back to school and tell the principal and aunt the news!
…
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 was sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs leisurely and holding a thick cigar in his hand.
I was chatting and laughing with the principal's aunt.