"Boo!"
"Booooooooooooo!"
"You should be ashamed of yourselves! Boooooo!"
"Kill yourselves already! Booooo!"
"Fuck the Jaegals!"
"Fuck the Jaegal name!"
"Boooo!"
"You're not even Chinese! Booooooooo!"
"What the fuck does Jaegal mean anyway? It's supposed to be medieval China! Go back to your hometown! Boooooooo!"
The jaegals were being executed. Wooden poles were raised with the jaegals tied up high on them for the entire city to see, already crippled and poisoned so that they could not escape.
The crowd continued to gather, and as the sun rose, more people left their jobs and children to come and watch them die. Of course, they brought tomatoes and trash with them to throw at them.
Murim loves socializing events such as these, especially when hosted by their kings, nobles, and other higher authorities. Peasants in Murim do not normally get a chance to attend social gatherings. It's either the pub for drinks or nothing. Parties and banquets are for cultivators, after all.
