Chapter 118
As soon as the group of scruffy-looking men spotted Clayton, one of them stepped forward and asked in a lazy, condescending tone:
"Is this Clayton’s house?"
Clayton froze, startled by the question, but quickly replied, "Yes, I’m Clayton. What’s going on?"
The man gave a slow nod.
"Where were you that night?"
Clayton answered calmly, "At home..."
The man continued firing off questions. At first, Clayton feared his identity had been exposed—that these were subordinates of the gambling boss sent to take revenge. But as he responded calmly to each question, he slowly realized his fears were misplaced.
The men didn’t seem particularly interested in him. It was as if they were just going through the motions.
It made sense. After all, who would believe that Clayton—a mere Three-Star Mage Apprentice—was capable of defeating a powerful Six-Star Mage Apprentice? That unlikely fact alone made the interrogation proceed smoothly.
Meanwhile, Equus was also being questioned. From time to time, he glanced nervously at Clayton, unable to suppress his anxiety. A storm of thoughts churned in his mind: Was the mysterious figure from that night the gambling boss? Why did he try to kill Clayton?
Equus was torn. Should he report what he had seen? He had already resolved to stay out of Clayton’s affairs—but the unease gnawed at him, whispering that he should speak up.