Chapter 51
Clayton stood frozen. The person tailing him was someone he once thought decent—someone he never imagined would do such a thing.
It was none other than Arowmfa—the man who had previously acted polite and friendly, even offering Clayton advice. In that moment, Clayton realized: you really can’t judge a book by its cover. He reminded himself to be more careful next time—not to fall for a kind face hiding darker motives.
Clayton raised his hand more deliberately now, his fingers shaped like a gun, ready to strike at the slightest move.
Arowmfa, confronted by the sight, was visibly shaken. Goosebumps rose across his skin, and his scalp tingled.
He had never expected that someone like Clayton—who looked like a harmless, lowly farmer—could exude such terrifying pressure.
"Brother, I think there’s been a misunderstanding..." Arowmfa said, forcing a smile despite his pale complexion.
Clayton narrowed his eyes. "Cut the act. Tell me what you’re really after."
Arowmfa looked uneasy, clearly afraid that Clayton wouldn’t let him explain and might just kill him outright. Despite Clayton’s strange and even comical appearance—with his miniature skeletons—Arowmfa’s instincts as a mage screamed: This man is dangerous.
"I swear, I’m not lying! I followed you for business—nothing more! I mean no harm!"
"Business, huh?" Clayton scoffed. "Didn’t we just finish a trading session? Why not approach me then? Why creep after me like a stalker instead? Just tell the truth!"
Arowmfa hesitated. He didn’t know what to say. Clayton noticed the pause and grew even more convinced that Arowmfa was hiding something. The thought of eliminating him began to take root.