Although the Triangle Council's final verdict had yet to come down, these executioners seemed eager for Rooney to die as soon as possible.
There was no helping it.
Rooney had too much on him. The longer he lived, the more councilors might be exposed.
By now, Elemental Forecast had publicly released three lists of groups centered around Rooney, involving as many as fifteen councilors.
While eliminating future trouble, those councilors also preferred hearing the cheers of ordinary beings.
Someone had to pay for the defeat in the war. Clearly, the high-ranking Deputy Council Chairman was the perfect candidate. It was absolutely not that their military strength had been lacking, but that those pigs had failed in their command.
As for the actual circumstances of the war, no one cared to look into them. What beings needed now was consolation.
Rooney was the finest consolation there was.
Before the convoy had even entered Triangle City, those impatient councilors had already erected an execution platform, surrounded by a massive viewing ground. Every seat had long since been reserved.
The front rows belonged to nobles, followed by mages. They had even left the last rows for commoners.
They had put great care into it. The gold spent was undoubtedly the most in all the years prior. This execution platform alone had cost one hundred and seventy thousand gold coins, but it was worth it. Those coins had bought the excited cries of countless beings.
Three councilors stood beside Li Ziran in a triangular formation, welcoming the cheers of countless beings like victorious generals returning from war.
Of course, their task was to prevent any outside force from approaching Rooney, lest an accident occur before the trial.
The trial would take some time. They needed to hold a large meeting tailored to Rooney's circumstances.