Repel or slay any danger approaching Master Lynn.
Tyrone, who was lowering his head in thought, naturally heard Lynn’s words.
A look of surprise flashed across his eyes.
Lynn happened to catch the surprise that flickered in Tyrone’s eyes.
He spoke flatly: "Tyrone Ramirez, don’t try anything."
"Because... even without the shackles, you are not my match."
Upon hearing Lynn’s confident words, Tyrone couldn’t help but glance at Lynn.
Their eyes t instantly.
For just two seconds.
Tyrone quickly lowered his head.
He understood that, although there had been no physical confrontation or any battle to decide a winner, Lynn’s confident and resolute gaze already told him Lynn was not joking.
A low voice ca from his mouth.
"Everything is as Lord says."
Lynn ignored Tyrone’s words and asked directly.
"Tyrone Ramirez, I need to know your awareness of your current situation."
Tyrone furrowed his brow in confusion, "Lord, I believe my current situation should be obvious, shouldn’t it?"
Lynn spoke gravely: "Tyrone Ramirez, I need answers, not questions!"
Feeling Lynn’s change in tone, Tyrone’s brow tightened.
However.
This ti he no longer questioned but answered.
"My current situation is—Lord’s captive."
"To survive, I must offer my loyalty and strength to you, Lord!"
Lynn looked directly at Tyrone and said: "Incorrect!"
Upon hearing this, Tyrone’s confusion deepened.
Seeing Lynn clearly waiting for his continued response,
Tyrone began to contemplate.
A few seconds later.
He looked at Lynn and tentatively asked, "Territory citizen?"
Lynn affird: "Exactly!"
"Even if you were previously captives sold to by slave rchants from elsewhere."
"I have stated before, as soon as you entered my territory, you beca my territory’s citizens!"
Listening to Lynn’s confird words and looking into his determined gaze, Tyrone fell silent.
Lynn continued: "However, regardless of being forr captives or prisoners, you must labor to earn your food and lodging."
"And the ’respect’ you keep demanding from !"
Lynn’s tone shifted, "It’s not as you said."
"Being forrly Iron Guards of Pan Yan City doesn’t automatically earn you respect!"
Tyrone still remained silent but unconsciously nodded in agreent.
He understood.
The Lord’s words were correct.
Lynn crossed his arms in front of him and looked directly at Tyrone, continuing.
"I am aware that during this ti a few captives have made so small moves."
"But I know it is you who strenuously appeases them, suppresses them..."
Silent Tyrone finally broke his silence.
He quickly said to Lynn: "Sorry, Lord."
"They were once soldiers, accustod to the rhythm of training and combat, unable to adapt to the current tranquil life..."
"But I, Tyrone Ramirez, assure you, I will not allow them to do anything that damages your territory..."
Lynn looked directly at Tyrone, almost interrogating him: "How do you assure that?"
Tyrone’s words ca to a sudden halt: "I..."
For a mont, he didn’t know how to respond.
Lynn went on: "Even if you gave orders for them to surrender to prevent a pointless sacrifice as the walls were breached, did they feel grateful?"
Tyrone fell into silence again.
"Even if you were trying to keep them alive, did they recall the orders you gave?"
Tyrone remained mute.
Lynn continued: "If one day, they unite to occupy this territory and kill , their Lord."
"With your strength alone, can you stop seven hundred and ninety-nine soldiers?"
Tyrone shook his head, "No."
Lynn’s voice suddenly grew louder, continuing to ask: "Then how can you assure it?"
Tyrone’s expression turned somber.
A few seconds later.
His mouth slightly opened, speaking to Lynn: "I... just want them to live..."
Lynn imdiately took over his words.
"Tyrone Ramirez, lift your head and look at !"
Confounded by Lynn’s abrupt change in tone, Tyrone raised his head in confusion.
"Want them to live? No problem! I’m giving you a chance!"
"The peasants sold to this place, if they wish to obtain food, lodging, and respect, must exert strength and engage in labor."
"But you captives... in agricultural and handicraft production, you are not even superior to those peasants!"
"I need you to reorganize all captives and beco soldiers again!"
"I will equip you with armor and weapons, provide fine food and military camp lodging."
Due to having been sold as captives after experiencing defeat.
Tyrone’s eyes contained a trace of lingering gloom, but surprise glimred through.
If it weren’t for Lynn’s words echoing in his ears and mind continuously.
He would almost think it was a dream.
Lynn continued: "However, one thing has changed."
"The object of your allegiance is no longer the Portlands Empire, nor is it the forr Imperial Prince Weituo."
"It is , Lynn Blake."
"It is this peacefully thriving territory, growing with more than twenty thousand residents!"
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