"Hahaha!"
Another source of loud laughter echoed in the city hall.
"Lord Bulal has given us a sick gem, this miasma pearl. The lambs are falling unconscious like bugs."
A demonic ranker spoke up. He was a skinny man who looked to be in his 60s. He had receding hair with a bald patch in the middle. Some of his teeth were missing. And his attire made him look like a homeless person who was on the verge of attacking everyone just because they told him he smelled funny.
The green miasma was supposed to shut off the ranker's ability to cast spells by interfering with their mana circuits. Then the miasma would affect the central nervous system of those who had inhaled it, making them lose consciousness.