"Sir, you are of high status. I think you should go back!" The tall man slanted his gaze to look at Earl.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's rare that I'm interested in something. I want to see what the man Evie fell for is made of. Hmph!" Earl snorted coldly and said nothing further.
At the field, men and women wearing cloaks of all colors were crowded closely. Some were engaged in light discussion, but most were craning their necks to look at the podium.
As Phineas and Jeremiah walked to the podium, the 100 martial artists sitting at the very front all stood in unison. They walked to the area below the podium and then turned around to face the audience.
In an instant, these people attracted the attention of all the martial artists. It was because these men and women were dressed in pure white cloaks. The word "punishment" was embroidered on their chests. Evidently, these were the members of the Punishment Council.
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