The fourth floor of the tower was where the Magi had their houses, which functioned like aboratory and the ce where they could rest and meditate to enhance their powers.


    Although the exterior appearance was the same for almost every house, the sizes were different, and the degree that the natural energies were attracted also changed ording to the power of the ones who owned it.


    There were three tiers of houses, most of the floor was upied by houses of the first tier that were used by Rank 1 beings, the rest was divided between second-tier and very few third-tier.


    In a room of a second-tier house were five people, in one group was a man covered in shadows sitting in a big chair and next to him was John, whose hatred for the ones in front of him was obvious on his face.


    The man didn''t say a word and wasn''t acting in any way, but his presence generated pressure in the room, making clear that he was in control of the situation and his power was immense.


    Zatiel, Ezequiel, and Sophia had arrived a long time ago, but Clive didn''t say a word to them and just remained looking at them.


    This was a basic intimidation tactic, making the uncertainty and fear grow in them, forcing them to talk first and giving him control of the subject, but unfortunately for the Rank 2 being, Zatiel just remained with a calm smile on his face and both Ezequiel and Sophia were also rxed.


    Zatiel had found himself in situation thousand times more dangerous and terrifying than this, so for him, the intimidation of a Rank 2 was nothing more than a child game, as for Sophia and Ezequiel, for the two as long they found themselves with Zatiel, there was nothing that could make them feel fear.


    The minutes passed and the silence continued, but opposite to what Clive was hoping, the three people in front of him just remained silent, waiting without a single worry looking at him.


    This scene was starting to upset the Rank 2 Magus, who was already used to having Rank 1 beings showing fear in his presence and always doing whatever they could to end their meeting the fastest they could.


    Finally, after an hour, Clive got impatient and started the argument.


    "So, what excuse do you have for your actions?"


    His statement was a vicious one, already dering the fault of Zatiel, and jumping to the part where he can say a few words to ease his punishment.


    If Zatiel were to try to use the witness, it would be useless as Clive would just intimate the ones present and since no Rank 2 would offer a testimony, his words would be useless.


    After that, he would take on himself to carry the punishment, since it was his man that they attacked and he would make some fake connection with the dead apprentices, forcing Zatiel and the other two to sign a contract of servitude as penitence.


    "Why do I need an excuse, I am sure the surveince of the tower has everything recorded," Zatiel''s statement was simple, but it disrupted all of Clive''s ns.


    Had Zatiel used any other type of verification, Clive could have altered it easily, but by using the tower as a backer it makes everything a hundred times more difficult, as that surveince was proof that they did notmit any fault.


    If he wanted to change it, he would have to ask for permission from the Tower Master, and Clive was sure it would be a negative answer.


    "Humph, you think you are very smart don''t you?" Clive became angry and the pressure of his maic force field was released, making the entire room tremble.


    Now Clive wanted nothing more than to kill the three of them and erase that smile from their faces, but if he were to do that, since there was no type of provocation by any of them, he would have been going against the codes andws from the Empire.


    Of course, they would not kill him, but they will use the opportunity by taking all of his possessions and forcing him to take some dangerous mission as a form of penalty.


    John didn''t know what was happening, in all scenarios that he imagine could happen, it never urred to him that a mighty Rank 2 would be incapable of forcing them to submit, even now that Clive was releasing the immense pressure of his body and disying an obvious killing intent, Zatiel remained calm and even worse, he had the time to look at him with a teasing smile making the rage in his heart erupt.


    Seeing that his intimidation didn''t work, Clive retracted his maic force field, before changing the subject.


    "You signed a contract with John, and since the period of protection is over, you need to hand over ten rank-1 runes of my choice."


    "I indeed signed a contract, but ording to it, you should have provided protection for five years, and during that time I was attacked more than once by the Magus named Erick due to the ipetence of your men, so ording to the codes of the Empire, since you did not fulfill your part, I don''t have to fulfill mine."


    Zatiel''s words were true, but any other Rank 1 in his position would not dare to argue even if they were in the right for fear of earning the wrath of a Rank 2 being, but he knows that Clive is already displeased with him, and if he were to try to be polite and helpful, the Magus would just take it as if he was someone who could him bully without consequences.


    "You are just a couple of newly advanced Rank 1''s, if we say that you have to hand 10 runes, then you have to do it, the codes of the Empire do not matter!"


    Having been insulted once again, the anger in John exploded, and since, ording to him, no one would dare to spy on a Rank 2 Magus, he didn''t think his words. But when he felt the angering from Clive and amusement in Zatiel''s face, he realized he made a mistake.


    Since he arrived at the tower, Zatiel''s n was always to draw attention from a certain individual, and Leonard was just a timely target, and although going against thews of the Empire in a public ce with so many spectators was not something he could allow, killing some apprentices was no problem.


    When John appeared, he purposely humiliated and infuriated the Magus, and now that he had let his guard down by being convinced that no one would hear him, heshed out, attracting the person that Zatiel was waiting for and giving him a perfect excuse to intervene.


    The space in the room broke as if someone was shing it, and from that broken space a young man came out.


    He didn''t look older than 20 years old, his body was tall and full of muscles giving him a perfectly attuned constitution, his hair was blonde and his eyes blue, his expression was indifferent but filled with a strange charm.


    He was wearing a dark martial robe and on his back was a sword and despite being in his sheath, to all the ones present, it felt like it could cut anything in his path.


    The moment he appeared the room froze as a monstrous killing intent radiated from his body, paralyzing everyone present, forcing Clive to reveal his body that was that of an old man, and different expressions could be seen on the faces of the ones present, with Zatiel having one of surprise.


    Zatiel didn''t be surprised by the power of this person, but by his killing intent. He was able to detect that its origin was not because of the emotions of the man, but it was something that came from his body and soul naturally.


    "The Law of Killing! Impressive, and by what I detect, he doesn''t follow the Magi path, but that of those lunatics."