In the central square of Fungus Castle, under the giant statue of Puki stepping on a dragon horn, there was no feast today, yet the Fungus People still filled the place.
The Dwarves leaned against stone pillars with crossed arms, the Mushroom Race stood on tiptoe with their recently allocated Delicious Mushrooms, human women lifted their children above their heads, and the Lizardmen's tails swayed calmly through the crowd, not getting upset even if stepped on.
Even those Imperial citizens who had surrendered not long ago were crowded in the corners, watching the stone platform in the center with complex gazes.
On the stone platform, a Blood Race member was kneeling.
His robe was still made from exquisite enchanted shimmering fabric, the golden lining on the cuffs was glaring in the sunlight, yet the robe was torn in several places and the gemstone at the collar was missing.
Xing Huo held the sheepskin scroll, reading out this Earl's crimes.
