If he really killed Crick, he would be the only suspect. After all, he was the only person here capable of doing it. Besides, Crick had just sent word of his arrival.
Without question, he currently lacked the strength to provoke an organization of assassins like this. He was not yet powerful enough to make these assassins wary of him. In fact, it would be easy for the Hunting Organization to kill him; perhaps sending a few assassins would be enough.
So he hesitated. Crick seized the moment to press his case. "Allen, look, we don't actually have any real conflict, do we?
"Besides, I couldn't possibly let anyone in the organization know what happened tonight. You should know that the organization has never shown mercy to anyone whose identity has been exposed. Allen, let me go. It would benefit us both."
Crick really had found his weak spot. After carefully considering it, he realized that he truly could not kill Crick.
But he also came up with an excellent idea. He planned to poison Crick, just like in the novels he had read in his previous life. Of course, it would not be real poison, merely a bluff.
He took out some Duskweed powder and forcibly stuffed it into Crick's mouth. He threatened him, "Listen, this is a poison I specially concocted after becoming an Alchemist.
"It won't affect you at all for three years. But if you don't have the antidote after those three years, you'll experience what you just felt-pain from your soul, every single day. Don't think about finding a way to remove it, because it has already seeped into your soul."
Hearing his words, Crick could not help remembering the pain of Allen's torture just now. It had felt as though countless wronged souls were