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.

the dumbed and trembling curator with his pulled face, said seriously and angrily, "What else do you want to say, theft?" Like Jude, the employees around were also glaring at their boss — the man

it was obvious 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 from her. And for the curator, finding that it was useless to beg for forgiveness from Jude, he turned to Maximilian and glare at him with extreme rage. However, his anger seemed was totally ignored by

cases I could help you, Miss. Jude? I'm always at your

mood. Dealing with exhausting and frustrating

few pictures of Maximilian and sent them to his nephew. He sweared to himself that he would made

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 of his uncle.

already, his mind was possessed by panic, fear and extreme rage. 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

standing in front of the door