Late at night, Holy Capital Grand Council.
All the projections descended once more under Temperance's urgent summons.
But this time, after hearing Temperance's proposal, everyone fell silent. Though no one immediately objected, their expressions were filled with confusion.
"Maintain the alert and martial law?" Star Medical's president frowned.
"Why?"
"This isn't something that can just continue because you flap your lips, is it?" Green Day Chemical's chairman looked grim. "Do you know how much cost and manpower we have to pour in every day?"
"Yeah, yeah. With all the chaos lately, the market is about to enter a major depression. If we don't begin a new round of production and stimulation, our own operations will also..."
Bang!
The incessant chatter was cut off by the furious sound of a cup shattering.
Everything fell abruptly silent.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the old man seated at the head of the table, his eyes bloodshot, utterly dumbfounded.
"Do you still not understand?!" Temperance hammered the table and shouted out of control. "The Tuner deliberately came here to die. He was absolutely trying to cover something up! He must have another scheme! Do you think this matter is over just like that? What wishful thinking! Can't you feel how dangerous our situation is right now?!"
Dead silence. Long, drawn-out dead silence.
At last, someone finally asked in confusion, "But... isn't he already dead?"
"He's dead, but not completely dead yet," someone beside him reminded them.
"Ah, I get it!"
Someone suddenly understood. "His soul wasn't shattered, which is indeed regrettable, but none of us expected that his soul would actually be hiding an Authority relic."
"At least within Eternal Paradise, he has been completely isolated," the Indulgent One shook his head. "Without an external supply of Source Matter, even with an Authority relic,