章 117: Remuneration

Osta forced a smile.

"I'm not lying. There really is a Samaritan Women's Spring!"

"Is that so?" Lumian approached Osta with a grin and said, "When the time comes, take a sip first. If it's useful, you'll forget that I haven't paid you. If it's useless, why should I pay you?"

For a moment, Osta was at a loss for words. He could only smile and nod.

"Trust me, trust me…"

Suddenly, he looked past Lumian, his eyes widening in terror.

Lumian 'instinctively' turned to look at the door, but there was no one there.

Seizing the opportunity, Osta ducked and made a break for the open door.

Thud!

Osta tripped over Lumian's right foot, which had swiftly extended, and crashed to the ground. His nose bridge turned blue, and his gaunt face swelled.