Formulate

Lucien could feel everyone's eyes were on him, especially Victor's. A cold sweat dribbled down his back, but he did not let it show in his expression. He looked at Old Fe and studied his face closely. There wasn't a drop of hesitation in his eyes; it was as if Old Fe believed he had got the answer to this problem.

But the Warriors in the back don't share the same thoughts as him. Lucien did not mind. He was tempted to drop a hint, but given the current situation, it won't play good in his part. Not when he planned to lay low, yet his 'borrowing the protagonist's halo' act has incurred envy from others.

Not good at all.

Slowly, Lucien shake his head. "I don't know." Those three words are like a bomb dropped in the room, breaking the silence. Victor looked away, acting as if the whole matter did not concern him.