Dragon Master

The curator had noticed that the atmosphere around him was becoming increasingly hostile to him. His employees had noticed his weirdness making such a suspicious statement, staring at him with doubtful expressions in eyes.

He again yelled to Maximilian, "I repeat. There is no way that my nephew would ever steal the painting! He is just a little guard, and would never success in doing so without other's help!"

"Of course, he could never make it without the help of others. However, situation would be different if there is someone else who has power in this museum inciting him to do so, and I believe the one who had instigated your nephew to steal the painting was you, Mr. curator." Said Maximilian.

The new statement of Maximilian had again stunned and confused the people around him. Maximilian looked around and then explained, "It is true that to say that a curator would ever steal things from his own museum does not make any sense, while we have to notice that the painting was just borrowed by your curator from another museum. I think that will explain all."

Now, it seemed clear to everyone that the truth was just as what Maximilian had said, since before the curator was indeed seen indifferent and even a little delighted to find the painting lost.

do you want to say, theft?" Like Jude, the employees around were also glaring at their boss — the man who

that the curator would be punished for everything he had done. Jude called her superior and reported everything, regardless of how hard the curator tried to beg for mercy

"Is there any other cases I could help you, Miss. Jude? I'm always at

your help, Mr. Maximilian." Answered Jude in a good mood. Dealing with exhausting and frustrating cases would be an endless overwhelming torture for Jude before. While, it seemed to her that to solve cases was not

the two was chatting that the curator seized the chance, took the a few pictures of Maximilian and sent them to his nephew. He sweared to himself that he would made

the other side, the nephew of the curator was lying on the sofa and appreciating the painting he brought from the museum, and everything was seemed so cozy to him until he received the message

He gritted his teeth, glared at the pictures of Maximilian, called up his friends in the gang and promised them a bulk of money if they could take down

walked out of the museum, they saw a group of ruffians was standing in front of the door and seen waiting for somebody. They swaggered towards Maximilian as they had noticed that this man was exactly the one