"Drugs, huh?" Luka placed a hand on his chin and deliberated on my words a bit. It was nice to see him start accepting people for who they were. Transmigrator rights, people.
"Why are you asking me though?" Luka asked. "I mean, I don't think I was involved with any small businesses or any big public health crisis like this. And honestly, with invaders all around, some people were better off with drugs."
"Nope," Albert shook his head. "We don't mean small stuff like that. As much as I hate to admit it, Eugene's Dark Moon truly is better at gathering information than most I have seen. That they could understand that they could trace the few shipments and rumors and deduce that the Fonias are also dealing in drugs was pretty impressive."
Albert had quizzed the two glasses like a professor checking if the submitted project was truly completed by the student or not. They were really weirded out, but managed to answer everything.
