"..."
One voice overrode another, echoing below the city walls.
Lynn even heard the voices of women among the responses.
It was clear.
The intense desire these peasants had for cultivating land!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Lynn's right hand rose again.
A chorus of responses gradually faded away, and the open space below the city walls returned to silence.
Lynn nodded with satisfaction and asked again.
"Who is willing to don armor and grip weapons in hand?"
"To ruthlessly cut down the enemy during invasions or external wars?"
A resounding and unanimous response echoed from the mouths of the peasants.
"I am willing! I am willing! I am willing!"
Lynn pondered for a moment and continued to ask.
"Who is willing to sacrifice their life for Morgan Town, for this territory, for the Lord?"
"I am willing! I am willing! I am willing!"
Listening to this wave-like response coming from afar.
It resounded in the open space.
Echoed against the night sky.
