443 Were these people out of their minds?
Does this count as self-defense?
Steven didn’t even know how to categorize this incident!
Damn, it seems now that not only Shapeshifters’ lords but also people from primitive tribes are starting to study the law?
Moros did instigate the situation, true, but it was the representative from Elemental Radiance Guild who made the first move.
The key point was that Moros didn’t appear to do anything,the Elemental Radiance Guild’s representative poked his finger at him and then his finger just broke off.
Whose fault is that?
Steven suddenly realized that using existing laws to restrain Soulmancers might really not be feasible!
Take murder, for instance – you need evidence, right?
But a truly powerful Soulmancer could wave his hand, and the person would just disappear.
Do you have evidence that he killed someone?
No, this won’t do!
This approach is definitely flawed.
While Steven was contemplating how to refine laws for Soulmancers, the office had already become a place where peace would be hard to maintain.
Moros’s gaze swept over everyone present, his smile chilling as he said, “Why don’t you all come at me together?” .
Moros was actually being somewhat restrained for William’s sake,otherwise, the person from just now would have indeed evaporated on the spot.
During the era of the gods, these deities of witchcraft were indeed benevolent, but after being oppressed by other powers for so many years, Moros had become irritable.
Benevolence, after all, depends on the person.
The Soulmancers in the office hadn’t fully grasped what had just happened. They only sensed that this man from a primitive tribe was incredibly strong.
As for how strong he actually was, that remained a mystery.
Just then, Garen arrived at the office door.
“Garen!”
“Guild Master!”
The Soulmancers inside the office seemed to have seen their savior.
They certainly dared not take action now, but if they all had to move out of the office in disgrace, they would lose face completely.
“What’s going on?” Garen glanced at the representative of Elemental Radiance Guild with the broken fingers, then at Moros, roughly understanding what had happened.
Moros and Garen exchanged glances. Moros’s smile didn’t diminish,rather, it intensified.
Is this man a master of swordsmanship?
But his power level felt just like an ordinary person. How could he be called a master of swordsmanship?
That’s almost laughable!
Garen, however, slightly frowned and asked, “Are you from Crimson Emissaries Guild?”
Moros completely ignored him. Steven quickly interjected, “Guild Master Garen, this is Mr. Maximus. He’s a new teacher at our school.”
He didn’t dare mention that Moros was from Crimson Emissaries Guild.
The animosity between Emerald Lion Guild and Crimson Emissaries Guild was well known, and revealing this could wreak havoc in the school.
The last time Garen demolished their own Emerald Lion Guild took less than a minute, and the school’s area wasn’t much larger than their guild’s territory.
If Garen went berserk again, wouldn’t the school be reduced to rubble in no time?
“Guild Master, this man is from Crimson Emissaries Guild! He not only broke Mr. Timewinder’s fingers but also wants to recruit apprentices at our school!” The representative from Emerald Lion Guild, dispatched here, could no longer hold back.
The long-standing grievances between Emerald Lion Guild and Crimson Emissaries Guild were deep-rooted. Previously, Garen even tried to incite discord in front of Alice.
In their view, Garen facing such an arrogant person from Crimson Emissaries Guild would surely not hold back from teaching him a lesson.
The other Soulmancers, eager for a bigger commotion, also joined in the uproar, hoping for a clash between Garen and Moros.
As for whether the building got demolished or not, what did it matter to them?
Even if the house is demolished, it’s no big deal to just have the people from the 13th Bureau rebuild another one.
This is not something they should be worrying about.
What they wanted now was to see Garen knock down this primitive man from Crimson Emissaries Guild.
Had this been earlier, Garen, upon hearing such arrogance from a representative of Crimson Emissaries Guild, might have indeed engaged in a fight with Moros in a fit of anger.
However, after the last incident, there was a subtle change in his mental state.
He had also come to terms with the issue of Crimson Emissaries Guild.
Previously, while Crimson Emissaries Guild secluded themselves from the world, it was their Emerald Lion Guild that disturbed their peace.
Later, they joined forces with the entire Soulmancer community to label Crimson Emissaries Guild as an organization using dark powers. They didn’t win against them even with a group, and now thinking back, it all seemed ridiculous.
“Friend from Crimson Emissaries Guild, is your Guild also planning to come out and recruit apprentices?” Garen was fairly polite to Moros. Apart from the slight change in his mental state, an important reason was that he couldn’t gauge Moros’s power level.
He even sensed a hint of danger emanating from Moros.
His instinct told him that the man before him was dangerous!
The current Garen wouldn’t naively believe he was invincible anymore, able to do whatever he wanted.
Unfortunately, while he couldn’t see through Moros, Moros could easily discern his true strength.
Just an ordinary person skilled with a sword!
Moros just raised his eyebrows and retorted, “Why? Can’t I recruit apprentices here?”
His tone was full of mockery,Moros wanted to provoke Garen into making the first move.
Steven, witnessing this, twitched at the corners of his mouth.
He was about to speak when a glance from Moros silenced him. He could only hope internally that Garen would restrain himself and not act rashly.
Whichever of the two won the fight, one thing was certain – the buildings in this place wouldn’t fare well.
“Crimson Emissaries Guild can certainly recruit apprentices here,” Garen had already understood what was happening outside and now could only address the others, “Why don’t you all move a bit and leave this office to me and this friend from the Crimson Emissaries Guild?”
If someone else had said this, those present might not have complied, but since it was Garen speaking, they had no choice but to grudgingly keep quiet and pack up to leave.
However, they were still hoping to see Garen clash with Moros.
Maybe Garen called them out just to have a one-on-one with this primitive man?
As they left, they didn’t go far, lingering in the corridor instead, waiting to watch the drama unfold.
This greatly worried Steven.
Were these people out of their minds?
They had seen how terrifying Garen was when he unleashed his most powerful strike, and if those two inside really started fighting, did they think they could safely leave just by standing in the hallway?
Out of desperation, Steven followed them and sent a message to William.
“Mr. Johnson, there’s a big problem. That teacher Maximus you brought is facing off with Guild Leader Garen.”
William, who was watching a TV series, received the message and, too lazy to type, sent a voice message instead.
“If they’re facing off, then let them be. Why are you so agitated?”
“But if they start fighting, won’t they demolish the building?”
William simply replied, “Don’t worry, they won’t.”
Steven felt helpless. Hadn’t William been concerned about such matters before? Why was he indifferent at such a critical moment?
William didn’t elaborate further and continued watching his show.
Will Garen and Moros end up fighting?
If Garen initiates the attack, Moros will probably take him down in one move, so there’s no need to demolish the house.
If Moros makes the first move, then there’s no need for him to continue staying at the school to look for people with potential for their tribe.
The logic was that simple, so why should William bother?.
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