760. The Fungal Fortress of Justice

There was more than one Recording Crystal.

In truth, Linden had not even recorded these crystals. Eleanor had brought them with her when she teleported away to Fungal Fortress, so they were probably part of the collection she took out in her spare time to reminisce over.

On that point, Linden could actually understand Eleanor quite well. Still, in his view, the collection was somewhat monotonous, without enough variety.

But for the audience in Puji Square, it was already more than stimulating enough.

Quite a few people were provoked by those cruel images into vomiting on the spot, while others huddled in corners, letting out muffled sobs—they were people who had once experienced it themselves.

"What exactly is that guy trying to do?" Sirian murmured under his breath, his brows slightly furrowed.

At first, he had thought Puji intended to take Eleanor in as one of his subordinates, but the current setup looked nothing like that. It looked more like a reading of crimes before an execution.

Yet the way Eleanor had lifted her head and walked through the crowd earlier, calmly ascending to the main seat, made it difficult for him to connect the current development with an execution.

A full hour passed before the Recording Crystal finished playing, and the resentment below was almost about to condense into substance.

Although most of Fungal Fortress's residents were members of the Demon Race, there had been no small number of Demon Race members in Eleanor's Blood Cattle Factory either. It could be called another kind of racial equality.

Many of them were slaves rescued during the "Despair Mushroom Project," and the way they looked at Eleanor made it seem as if they wanted to tear her apart and devour her alive.

"All right," Norris said, putting away the crystal. "Let's