"Dead?"
The moment he received the result, Temperance fell into a daze, vaguely understanding something.
Why had the other party recklessly sought his own death? Why had he been so eager to challenge the Holy City...
He had run out of time.
In truth, even if the Holy City had simply ignored him and let him die, it would have made no difference.
His ending would not have changed.
He could only watch death close in day after day, dying in despair.
In the past, Temperance might have clapped in celebration, gladly offering his applause and sincerely hoping that the man would die in some unknown gutter.
But now, after the Tuner had been captured... he realized that he could not simply watch him die like this.
A living Tuner had value.
Only a living Tuner could prove the Holy City's strength and righteousness.
Whether they hung him forever upon the pillar of shame as a symbol of failure, or tamed him into an obedient hound to serve as a weapon and tool for the great clans.
Or simply threw him somewhere and left him alone, there were countless ways to create value.
Yet even now that Huai Shi had walked into the trap himself, Temperance found that he had no way to begin...
Every method was useless now.
Soften his will with stimulants and drugs?
Would that work? At a lower dosage, such things could only ease his pain. At a higher dosage, they would probably kill him outright.
Punishment and torture? Even more ridiculous. Every breath he took while alive was already torture; every moment, he remained in the hell he had created with his own hands.
Ordinary methods were no different from giving him a massage. But even if there were a way to inflict enough pain