On the other side of the tavern, several shifty, rat-faced men were also carefully passing around the newspaper at the center of their table.
Their attention was focused on something different from everyone else's.
Men like them, who licked blood from the edges of blades, had no interest in anything else. Only glittering gold soul coins could stir their desires.
When they first saw the news in the paper, they found it unbelievable.
But the Beast Tide had become known to everyone under heaven.
Even if they had never personally witnessed what this Marshal was capable of, they could hear about it from others.
Perhaps the rumors were exaggerated.
But given his status and strength, he could not possibly publicize false information on such a scale. Besides, the promises would be fulfilled tomorrow. If this were a lie, it could not remain hidden for even a day. Nobody would do something so pointless, so this had to be true.
A second Spirit Hall was about to emerge in the soul master world.
Sensitive to money as they were, these men had smelled a business opportunity at first glance.
All sorts of filthy ideas for profiting from loopholes in the subsidy rules sprang into their minds.
Yet at that moment, a battle between heaven and man raged within their hearts.
Because a warning had been printed at the very end of the newspaper.
"Our cult's regulations have only just been established, and many aspects remain incomplete. We ask for your understanding. Any unreasonable provisions will also be improved in due course."
"However, anyone who dares exploit loopholes in our regulations to interfere with their implementation or the progress of the soul master world will be flayed and have their tendons torn out by this Marshal. They will suffer the ultimate punishment,