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.
