And then there were those people whose mood was far from good.
Or rather, their mood was extremely painful.
And their flesh was equally in agony.
This group of people was, quite obviously, sent by the dog-meat Magistrate, a bunch of his dog-legs.
"Ow... oh...," a constable from Iron Mountain County lay on the ground, clutching his leg and rolling back and forth. Pain was etched all over his face.
And it wasn't just one leg that hurt; he felt pain all over his body, it was just that the leg he was holding hurt the most.
If one's gaze shifted to that leg, one would be shocked to discover that it was broken!
Not just the bone, but the kind of break where both bone and flesh had been severed!
Only a bit of skin remained intact!
"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!!" Another ranger, a libertine, was letting out a piercing scream. His left hand had been impaled by a stick, clearly a part from a chair.
Such a stick... pierced straight through his palm, and he couldn't get up.
