Hart stood to the side, his brows tightly furrowed, and did not take up the conversation.
Colin seemed to deliberately raise his voice, allowing the passersby around to cast curious glances this way.
The local residents of the island were fine; after a quick glance, they withdrew their gaze and left.
But the travelers, especially those who had just arrived on the island, were somewhat curious and paused for a moment to watch.
Hart's expression was unchanged, and he did not hurry to speak, only carefully observing Colin.
"Lord Hart?" Mark turned his head and called out, looking somewhat puzzled.
In his view, since the target had walked into their net on his own accord, wasn't this exactly what they had hoped for? What was there to hesitate about?
Yet Hart did not pay him any heed, maintaining an indifferent expression.
From the target's words, it was clear that he did not know about his and Mark's relationship.
Naturally, he would be unaware of their behind-the-scenes scheming.
Keeping the indifference and continuing to conceal his and Mark's relationship was obviously more advantageous for them.
"What's the matter, officer of the... Lord," Colin turned his head and said, his expression exhibiting a perfectly balanced level of puzzlement, yet his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.
Hart watched him, his eyebrows relaxing, his face calm as he spoke in a deep voice,
"The Law Enforcement Team always acts with fairness and justice, and we will definitely clarify the whole story.
We will not let any visitor to Bananka Island suffer a loss of their interests, nor will we allow Bananka's reputation to be tarnished!"
Having said that, he paused briefly before continuing,
"Therefore, in order to conduct a more thorough investigation, I ask for your cooperation to temporarily accompany us to the headquarters of the Law Enforcement Team to wait for the investigation."
"Of course, I'd be happy to."
When Hart saw that Colin agreed without hesitation, some of the doubts in his mind were alleviated.
Perhaps he was overthinking it.
Thanks to the Bananka wizard's stringent demands, ordinary travelers generally had a very good impression of their enforcement team.
This visiting wizard in front of him might really just be a naive youth who couldn't see the true nature of things.
But no matter what, as long as he agreed, once they left a bustling street like this,
Everything would be settled.
The puzzlement on Mark's face disappeared; he understood Hart's intention.
'It's lucky that I didn't act too familiarly with Hart just now,' he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
"Lord Colin..." Mod suddenly spoke.
His expression was somewhat strange.
He had explicitly analyzed for Colin the nature of the law enforcement team and the island's merchant guilds, so why did he still behave like a regular traveler new to the island?
"What's the matter, Mod? You don't suspect that my Golden Four-leaf Clover came from theft, do you?" Colin said with a laugh.
Mod stayed silent and did not respond; he strongly suspected that the Golden Four-leaf Clover was indeed Colin's.
After all, he was the one who had introduced Colin to the Golden Anchor Auction House.
At that time, Colin had just arrived on the island and had no time for thievery, nor did Mod believe that Colin could have stolen a valuable magic potion like the Golden Four-leaf Clover from the hands of the Haiya Chamber of Commerce.
"Is there anything else, sir?" Hart interjected. "If not, shall we head to the Law Enforcement Team's headquarters together now?"
"Nothing more, let's go," Colin nodded, paused, and then turned back to Mod, "Oh, and remember to schedule another meeting with the ship seller for me."
With that, Colin pulled out a small, neatly prepared pouch from his bosom and handed it to Mod.
"Here's the payment for this time, take a look."
Hart's brows furrowed slightly at the sight of Colin handing over the Magic Stone.
In his mind, the Magic Stones on Colin were undoubtedly his already.
It was a pity that currently, on this bustling street, there was nothing he could do.
"Of course, Lord."
Mod hesitated imperceptibly, composed himself, and took the pouch.
A moment later, he looked up and watched as Colin and the others gradually walked away; his expression turned somber.
Now that the Golden Four-leaf Clover had been taken by Hart for temporary custody, getting it back... would not be so easy.
He stood still for a long time, rooted to the spot.
Thinking back to Colin's meaningful words, he slowly walked to a secluded corner and opened the pouch he had just received.
In another part of town,
Hart and Mark escorted Colin at a leisurely pace.
They walked one after the other in silence, with no words exchanged, no eye contact, no gestures.
Like strangers passing by each other.
They continued along the street, soon reaching a junction.
Hart paused in his step, glanced at Mark, and led the way to the right.
Mark understood, slowed his pace slightly, and drew closer to Colin.
While watching his reactions, he said with a mocking tone,
"I really don't know where you, the thief, get your confidence from. That specially crafted Golden Four-leaf Clover clearly belongs to our Haiya Gang!"
Colin responded with a slight smile, and not a word.
Mark didn't mind, seeing as he seemed completely unaware.
They followed Hart, turning to the right toward the road that led to the Haiya Gang's headquarters.
Mark then coldly threw out another remark,
"Once we reach the Law Enforcement Team's headquarters, the Lords there will surely bring you, the thief, to justice!"
He said no more, merely controlling his steps, falling half a pace behind Colin, subtly blocking any retreat.
Maintaining this formation, they continued for a while.
The three arrived outside a majestic and stern villa.
In front of the high wrought iron gates, there were no signs, only four Guards in Half Armor standing watch.
This was a separate road leading only to this one building.