They all call me Great Master

Chapter 41 Woolter! (Please follow~ Please support~)

No. 14 Cork Street, outside.Standing at the foot of the stairs, Malz bowed respectfully to Arthur, even speaking as he did.

"Thank you for your contributions to the Shire District."

"I will report truthfully and ensure you receive the appropriate rewards."

Arthur shook his head with a smile, holding his umbrella and carrying the Spirit Medium Box, with 'Anna' in his arms, he walked towards No. 2 Cork Street.

The onlookers from Cork Street immediately subconsciously cleared a path for him.

"Arthur! Arthur!"

"Wait for me!"

"I want to interview you!"

Scott chased after him from behind.

The residents of Cork Street showed envy in their eyes, although they were solid middle-class, not one of them had had the chance to be featured in the newspapers.

"As expected of Mr. Kledos, the 'Spirit Medium', he solved another case so quickly."

"No wonder these patrol officers suddenly found the culprit, it turns out they relied on Mr. Kledos."

"It's such a pity for the Allen family."

"Alas, may they rest in peace."

Arthur listened to the discussions of his neighbors behind him and his gaze swept over Wiggins, who was concealed in the crowd.

Compared to the open and aboveboard young reporter, Golden Finger who had received his signal was being extremely cautious.

He would need the help of these two for what was to come.

Of course, it was not for just one thing.

Firstly, news reporting, for his stable source of XP, Arthur would definitely be careful to maintain it.

Secondly, while keeping an eye on Malz,

However, judging by his rapid breathing, his mood was not good.

"Was it Otto who let you leave?"

Woolter inquired, his eyes intently fixed on Malz.

Under the Docklands Sheriff's gaze, Malz looked a bit tense, but he answered very confidently.

"Yes, he was feeling unwell."

Although Malz spoke euphemistically, Woolter knew this was typical of Otto, that worthless man—greedy and fearful of death.

But it was precisely because of such traits, he was able to gain an advantage in Shire District starting from Otto.

"Otto, he..."

Malz seemed to want to continue, but Woolter immediately raised his hand to stop Malz from speaking further.

Malz didn't show any displeasure at being interrupted.

On the contrary, he knew that Woolter was irritated.

Why did he choose Otto?

Because not only did he understand Otto's character well, the entire Shire District knew what Otto was like.

So, for such an unfortunate incident to happen, it couldn't possibly be blamed on him, an officer eagerly looking forward to retirement, and even less likely that he would be suspected as the murderer.

Didn't they notice how nervous he was when he was answering just now?

How could he possibly commit murder!

Malz took a cautious step forward, bent over with an anxious and obsequious smile on his face, and whispered—

"Police Chief, I have only three months left until retirement."

"Could you possibly..."

Upon hearing the title Police Chief, Woolter's mouth twitched.

The second half of Malz's appeal made it clear that he was addressing the 'Sheriff of Shire District'.

Woolter felt pleased.

He knew what Malz wanted.

Nothing more than early retirement.

If he hadn't already promised Malz's position away in a deal, he might have truly agreed.

But now?

Woolter went on to say.