System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 971 - 288: Swearing Allegiance (10K) (Part 2)

"My Lord, Tyrone Ramirez and a contingent of captured soldiers have assembled in the Lord's Square since this morning."

Lynn’s gaze sharpened slightly as he awaited the guard's further report.

"Tyrone Ramirez has reportedly organized the Iron Guard of Pan Yan City and is awaiting your authorization, my Lord!"

"I understand," Lynn responded.

Tyrone Ramirez possessed remarkable capabilities.

This was evident in both his personal combat prowess and his aptitude for leadership and troop management.

If Tyrone could successfully rally the seven hundred and ninety-nine captured soldiers, reignite their fighting spirit, and secure their loyalty to his territory, it would be a tremendous boon.

Having eight hundred seasoned soldiers, experienced in combat and city defense, would be ideal.

There would be no need to expend significant resources on high-nutrition food to bolster their physical condition.

Nor would there be a need to dedicate extensive time to fundamental drills and physical conditioning for them.

Simply providing them with adequate sustenance and equipping them with suitable armor and weaponry would render them ready to charge into battle and face any foe!

This would substantially bolster the military might of his domain.

With a deliberate pace, Lynn proceeded towards the Lord's Square.

As he rounded a corner of a building constructed with red bricks.

The expanse of the Lord's Square came into view.

The distinct formation of a precisely arranged line became apparent to Lynn.

Even without the presence of armor, clad merely in simple linen shirts, their attire worn and faded.

They had meticulously tucked the hems of their shirts into their waistbands.

Their gazes were resolute, fixed intently upon the unoccupied speaker's platform before them.

Though townsfolk and guards occasionally traversed the area, casting curious glances their way.

They remained steadfast, awaiting.

Anticipating the arrival of the lord to whom they had sworn their fealty.

Perhaps due to a prior notification, or perhaps alerted by a keen-eyed sentinel.

The moment Lynn appeared at the periphery of the Lord's Square.

Numerous eyes turned, focusing upon him.

This included Tyrone Ramirez, positioned at the vanguard of the formation.

Lynn acutely felt the weight of their gazes.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, his steps unwavering, he ascended the platform, facing the assembled eight hundred captured soldiers.

Lynn's eyes scanned the crowd, making contact with the gaze of every captured soldier, his vision sweeping across each of their countenances.

Under Lynn's scrutinizing observation.

The captured soldiers experienced a palpable pressure, involuntarily diverting their eyes, unable to sustain the direct eye contact.

They could distinctly perceive an imposing aura emanating from the young lord standing elevated on the platform, a power that radiated from him completely.

Consequently.

As Lynn's gaze passed over their faces.

The soldiers universally averted their eyes, lowering their heads.

Lynn directed his attention towards Tyrone Ramirez at the front and inquired.

"Tyrone Ramirez, articulate the reason for this assembly."

Upon hearing Lynn's directive, the collective gazes of all the captured soldiers shifted towards Tyrone Ramirez, awaiting his response.

Tyrone abruptly raised his head, his countenance, marked by vertical scars resembling the character '口', turned towards Lynn.

In a voice amplified with solemnity, he declared.

"I, Tyrone Ramirez, from this precise moment, pledge my unwavering allegiance to Lord Lynn Blake!"

"I shall dedicate my life, my honor, and all my might to your service, adhering strictly to your commands, defending your rights, and standing firm against all adversaries."

"Should I ever breach this sacred vow, may I be cast into eternal Purgatory, my soul eternally scourged by infernal flames!"

As his final words resonated, Tyrone, who had been standing at attention, lowered himself to his knees.

Then.

From the ranks behind Tyrone, the voices of seven hundred and ninety-nine captured soldiers rose in unison, echoing the identical pledge.

"I, Casio Benitez, from this moment, pledge my unwavering allegiance to Lord Lynn Blake..."

"I, Leo Heik..."

"I, Jonathan Robinson..."

The resonant cadence of the oaths reverberated continuously throughout the Lord's Square.

Indeed.

Even some townsfolk engaged in labor beyond the town's confines were drawn by the powerful chorus of voices.

Despite their disparate names, until the very last declaration concluded.

All the captured soldiers, as if synchronized by an unseen cue, bent their knees, grounding one knee upon the earth.

Their eyes remained wide open.

Fixed with unwavering intensity upon the young lord positioned on the platform, awaiting his pronouncement.

Observing Lynn's continued stillness on the platform without any immediate reaction.

Tyrone, kneeling at the front of the formation, called out once more.

"My Lord, we implore you, accept our allegiance!"

Tyrone's plea subsided, and the captured soldiers echoed his sentiment in unified chorus.

"My Lord, we implore you, accept our allegiance!"

Witnessing the palpable excitement radiating from their faces, their eyes alight with fervent anticipation.

Lynn addressed the assembled throng: "I shall accept your pledge of allegiance."

"Furthermore, I will provide you with ample provisions and suitable barracks for your accommodation."

"And I shall also furnish you with armor and weaponry!"

Hearing Lynn's words, a wave of elation swept across the faces of the captured soldiers.

This aligned perfectly with the assurances Tyrone had conveyed to them the previous night.

Lynn's address then took a decisive turn: "However!"

"In exchange for all that I offer you, what commitment can I anticipate in return?"

"When confronted by the enemy's onslaught, will you be prepared to meet them head-on without delay, willing to lay down your lives in the fight?"