The small city was not particularly large, yet it was extraordinarily bustling. Especially after word spread that Rooney would be stopping here briefly, living beings from all directions flooded in.
Yet the area around the Mill had been completely sealed off from all living beings. Even the city lord could only observe from the perimeter. This was the Triangle Council's exclusive reception delegation.
It was to prevent any unnecessary accidents.
The entire Mill had been layered with magical restrictions. Everyone watched as Rooney, his head covered by a black hood, was escorted into the Mill by the Elves.
Only after Rooney entered the Mill did news of Mountain Fort City's destruction slowly spread.
Many living beings could not believe that an entire city-state had evaporated into nothing amid flames. Yet some who rushed to the site found that the former Mountain Fort City had already been leveled into a flat plain.
Who exactly wanted to destroy this delegation? More precisely, who wanted Rooney dead on his way to the Triangle Council?
Layer upon layer of bizarre conspiracy theories spread among ordinary living beings. Before long, someone guessed that such a devastating attack must have come from an interest group deeply entangled with Rooney.
Now that the Triangle Council had taken over security, its members had entered the Mill in the small city to make contact with Rooney in advance, hoping to pry information from his mouth before any sudden developments arose.
Everyone waited to see who would be the first big Tiger Rooney dragged out.
Many had already guessed that Rooney was merely the tip of the iceberg, and that the true darkness behind the scenes was far more terrifying than anyone imagined.
No one would have guessed that Li Ziran was currently soaking in a bath. Four slender, tender