The Devil's Disciple

Chapter 17: First Step Was To Gain Owner's Trust

Chapter 17

Colin watched his lady disappear behind the corner of the street with her bodyguard stalking after her. He knew the job given to him would be hard and dangerous, but he didn't know it would be this difficult and risky. On that note he had passed to her, he had written all his suspicions down on there. But they were just that. Only suspicions. He would need to put himself in direct line of danger in order to find the evidence.

He ignored the constant cheering of the townspeople around him as he started to walk back up the steps into the restaurant, in order to go back to his job of waiting on tables before his lady had called for him.

Adran was waiting for him at the pillar. Both of the martial artists had recognized that they were here for not so simple reasons. Honestly, it was quite easier with Adran around. For the past week, it had been much easier than he had thought to spy on the inner circle in the restaurant due to Adran looking out for him. Aiden's only caviat was that he must not at all costs interact with Luca.

He suspected Adran never tired of reminding him of this caviat. Don't go near Luca. Don't talk to Luca. Don't look at Luca. What the hell, are you doing working with Luca?! Go away! Pass the work to me next time!

Adran was a very interesting person, but Colin could not deny his irritated feeling whenever Adran's protectiveness of Luca manifested. He really wasn't a half-bad person whenever Luca was not in the picture. It looked like Colin would need to take more notice of Luca.

When was the last time he had encountered an excellent martial artist among the common devils? He had encountered them pretty frequently when he was still working from within the Duke's army. However, once his base had been changed to Lumos, those kinds of devils became sparse.

As soon as Adran mentioned Luca, he knew that something was keeping Adran from flying to the ends of the universe. It would be a pity for such talent to be wasted.

There were no words exchanged between Adran and Colin as they walked back inside the restaurant. It seemed like they had a silent agreement between them to not ask any questions right at this moment. Soon, the pair working in tandem with waiting tables in the almost full restaurant.

That was another thing Colin noted in his mind. His lady had told him that when she had eaten here, the restaurant was almost empty. This could be explained by the owner wanting to make a good impression on his lady. So, he may have emptied the restaurant for that. However, there was no excuse for the poor condition of the building.

If a restaurant was almost-full everyday, how could there not be enough money to fix the conditions of that building. There was something else going on here. Money was disappearing. Either that money was not being paid by the customers, which was highly unlikely, or this money was being used for something else.

Corruption. He needed to weed out the corruption. At the center of that corruption seemed to be the owner. From his week here, he had determined that there were very few workers who were very close to the owner. He needed to find a way to become a part of this inner circle.

The first step was to gain the owner's trust.

Getting too close to the owner with this identity would probably be too dangerous for him. How about using the "damsel in distress" situation?

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A nervous chuckle escaped from her lips. It was done. There was no use to spend more time dawdling. She had been very shocked when her mistress had informed Midas of her being the creator of the new product. She had been even more shocked when Midas requested to try her tea. She tried to imagine Midas' reaction after drinking this tea. Everyone else who had ever tried it, including her mistress, were addicted to the taste. However, that didn't mean that Midas had the same tastes as everyone else.

But all her worries vanished when she almost dropped the tea cup in her hands.

She had invested too much time and emotion into making this tea. If she dropped it, what would she do with herself? She would have to go back and spend another grueling fifteen minutes to brew another one.

As the owner of the tea, she should have the confidence to make the tea. However, she didn't want to encounter the kitchen full of gossiping maids again. There was also the matter of the high stakes of the result of this. If Wendy failed, then that would be equivalent to her mistress failing as well.

Wendy finally made it back to the study door. She took a deep breath, the teacup still quivering in her grasp, and slowly pushed open the door.

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