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Chapter 122 Trainer Telt and His Work
Once the identity of the key witness was discovered, the rest was easy.
It didn't take long for Hugo to catch up with Telt, who had just caused a scene at the meeting.
Perhaps because he was also curious about the truth of the bombing, Hugo revealed his identity as a private detective to the other party. The fierce-looking breeder immediately agreed to the suspicious detective's request, and the two went into an open-air bar on the street to exchange information.
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"This is my detective assistant, Ms. Azure, and this is the client's representative, Ms. Touko. If you mind their listening in, we can continue our conversation somewhere else."
The bar wasn't lively during the day; only soft music drifted through the open air. The detective sipped the iced water served by the waiter and introduced the two ladies who had arrived later to Mr. Telt.
"It's alright, feel free to ask me any questions you have."
Telt gave a perfunctory reply, then eagerly raised his enormous beer mug and began to gulp down the malt beer that the detective had paid for.
Is this person really a Pokémon breeder?
Douzi and Bilan, who were watching the show from the sidelines, met Mr. Telt for the first time. Looking at his fierce, bearded face, the two ladies simultaneously became suspicious.
Of course, the detective wouldn't waste time on such a trivial question.
“Since you put it that way, then…” Hugo hesitated for a moment before asking directly, “Did you cause the explosion at the Liyong Power Plant?”
Telt didn't react for a moment, still chugging his beer, before he realized what the detective was talking about.
He abruptly stopped drinking, the beer stuck in his mouth bulging his cheeks, and then with a "pfft," like a Water-type Pokémon unleashing a "high-pressure water gun," he sprayed out the beer that had just entered his mouth.
The smell of alcohol filled the air.
Azure, who dodged in time and escaped danger, threw out a Poké Ball and sent out Archaeopteryx to use "Clear Fog," but it was unclear whether it would work.
Just as the yellow fledgling was listlessly flapping its wings, the girl couldn't help but wonder about Hugo's behavior—
What is the detective doing? Who asks questions like that to someone they're investigating? Besides, even if Telt really is the culprit, he won't confess just because of Hugo's question!
Was Hugo joking? Honestly, it's really not funny for a detective investigating a case to say something like that.
However, at this moment, Hugo put down the wine list stand that he had been using as cover, and stared intently at Mr. Telt’s surprised face with his gray eyes, like a pheasant that had spotted its prey. He was not joking, but was seriously questioning him.
The bearded caretaker wiped his mouth, and instead of being angry, he laughed. He let out a terrifying, low chuckle, and slowly put down the beer glass he had been holding in the air with a thud.
"Do I look like the murderer to you?" Telt answered the question with a question, his expression playful as he steered the conversation back to Hugo.
The detective scoffed and slammed his glass of ice water down on the table.
He became interested, leaned forward abruptly, and put on an exaggerated expression of doubt—
"The murderer? Mr. Telt, what do you mean? I've used my connections to access internal police documents, but I've never heard of anyone being injured or killed in the bombing."
The burly man with the thick beard burst into laughter again. He pointed at the detective and said, "You're much more interesting than those guys in the police station. Aren't you going to ask me anything about my identity, position, or where I was at the time of the incident?"
"You've been asked these questions countless times, haven't you? Whether it's the truth or a lie, you've memorized a set of mechanical answers. What's the point of listening to that kind of testimony?"
"So that's why you provoked me like that? Did you think I was some kind of plaything?" The bearded man became aggressive again, questioning the detective with a fierce expression.
A character with unpredictable temper often gives people a ruthless impression, but it's a bit too late to say such a harsh word now.
Hugo remained unfazed, simply shrugging. "Didn't you tell us to just ask whatever questions we had? Okay, let's not change the subject. Mr. Telt, what did you mean by the murderer you mentioned later? Didn't the Liyong City Police Department already classify this explosion as an accident?"
He emphasized, asking each word carefully, "Why do you believe there is a murderer in this case?"
Completely overshadowed by the detective, Telt remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "This is a fact I don't want to recall, and I didn't even tell the police."
“I understand your emotions very well, and I can even roughly guess the answer to this question, but only what you, as the person involved, say can be considered credible testimony.”
Hugo calmly gazed at Telt, waiting for the man to speak.
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When Telt joined the Liyong Power Plant, the plant was undergoing its second phase of expansion.
With the establishment of the bio-power generation system, the number of Electric-type Pokémon in the factory exceeded seventy. The trainer who originally served as the breeding consultant began to struggle, so Factory Manager William dismissed him and hired the more capable Tilter instead.
The newly appointed Telt lived up to expectations, transforming the breeding park and preparing special meals. Within a month, the health of the seventy-one Electric-type Pokémon in the factory was well managed.
Everything is moving in a positive direction.
Tilter really enjoys his current job. It's not that taking care of Pokémon makes him happy; that's just part of the job. Because of the nature of his work, he always treats the Pokémon like lords who need to be served. If the lords are comfortable, Tilter can earn money.
What truly made Telt love his job was the generous pay he received from Factory Manager William.
Liyong Power Plant is the most promising energy company in the city, so it's normal for its salaries to be a bit higher than its peers. But it wasn't until Telt received his first month's salary that he realized his previous thinking was rather naive—the salary William listed when he hired him was just the base salary.
People living in the desert cannot imagine what the ocean looks like. With such limited knowledge, Talter was speechless with shock when he received his first month's salary.
Actual wages, monthly performance wages, business bonuses, travel expenses, reimbursement subsidies, holiday gifts... all these compensation and subsidies combined make the actual wages in the factory almost three times that of the industry average.
What's even more appealing is that the benefits at Liyong Power Plant rival those of high-ranking officials in the Elf Alliance. Not only are employees never required to work overtime, but they also receive two extended vacations each year.
For Telt, Manager William and his power plant were practically a windfall. It was during this period that Telt developed a habit of extravagant spending, which forced him to hastily find another job after the explosion.
Yes, a life of easy money can't last.
When the factory manager came to tell him to leave the factory immediately, Telt was wielding a huge iron shovel, mixing the day's Pokémon food in his workshop. After he left the factory in a daze, he heard a deafening explosion.
"I probably won't get my year-end bonus this year, right?" This was the only thought on the face of the shattered dream of the bearded hairdresser.