"Charlie was involved in a murder case?"
Lumian's expression immediately turned rather strange. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't connect a fellow like Charlie with something like a "murder case."
But soon, Lumian heard a voice behind him:
"Mrs Alice is dead!"
Seriously? Although Lumian found it rather absurd, he quickened his pace and left.
If he lingered here any longer, gang members drawn by the news might surround him and cut off his escape. He needed to preserve Passion's mysterious and powerful image. He couldn't exactly go on a killing spree in the street, could he?
Killing one gang member was defensible, but a string of public killings would show a little too much disregard for the authorities.
As for Charlie, Lumian planned to find a way to help him later. After all, he was a friend Lumian had finally managed to make. He couldn't let him be wrongfully imprisoned just like that.
Besides, Lumian believed Charlie wasn't the sort who had the nerve to kill anyone.
With practiced ease, Lumian avoided the gang members' eyes and entered a dark alley-in Trier's underground streets, deserted places like this were common, and often served as homes for vagrants.
Lumian piled some debris into a simple wall in one corner, then waved the silver dagger he carried with him, clumsily creating a Wall of Spirituality.
After consuming the Assassin potion, Lumian's spirituality had increased considerably. Though he couldn't compare with those Sequences specializing in spirituality, it was a world apart from when he had only drunk the Hunter potion.
Having finished all this, Lumian thought for a moment and took out some dry rations he had already bitten into a few times. He divided them into four portions and placed them in the four corners of the area.