Standing before the eight hundred prisoners of war, Lynn swept his gaze over them.
After eating the food the cooks had prepared, and after a short rest,
the state of these eight hundred prisoners was clearly more energetic than when they had just arrived.
Their eyes were full of provocation, constantly sweeping over Rose and the soldiers guarding them.
Some even, after Lynn returned to the Lord's Square,
fixed all their gazes on him.
Lynn's expression was calm as his eyes directly collided with the prisoners' stares.
Perhaps it was because they felt the aura coming from Lynn.
Or perhaps they had sensed Lynn's oppressive presence.
Some of the prisoners couldn't help but lower their heads after a few seconds of eye contact.
Lynn introduced himself, "I am the Lord of this territory, Lynn Blake."
"Of course, from this moment on, I am also your Lord!"
Low, heavy expressions instantly appeared on the faces of the prisoners.
A few of them even shouted, "Says who?"
