At the Garrison Prefecture, the banquet was underway.
Almost everyone of normal intelligence had already realized that this rotten idea of "paying to stay alive" must have come from Niu Dali. Wang Anquan was merely the scapegoat, forced to compromise and agree.
This surrendered general had almost no say whatsoever, and his personal circumstances were utterly humiliating. No matter how much mud Niu Dali slung at him, he had to endure it, take it, and fucking greet him with a smile.
But although everyone could see this, not a single person was willing to speak up for Wang Anquan, much less foolishly interfere with this little game of "paying to stay alive." In terms of benefits, Niu Dali had already made himself very clear: this was a specially prepared welcoming gift from North Wind Town's current officials to the new officials from the Heavenly Radiance Temple.
What was a welcoming gift? It meant that everyone present would definitely get a share of the Star Source extorted through these ransom payments. They would split it equally, and these newly arrived officials would not even have to make the ugly gesture of reaching out to take it themselves. Instead, the bald men responsible for the killing would count and divide the Star Source, then quietly deliver it to everyone's residences.
Put plainly, all they had to do was sit back and watch. They could pocket the benefits without getting any blood on their hands.
As for morality and humanity, large numbers of people were dying every day in the war-torn Migration Land. To the People of Chaos who had started the war, killing people in magical battles and killing prisoners at a banquet were essentially the same thing. There was no difference; at most, it was plunder carried out by slightly different