Wesley was merely a descendant of the Don Quixote Clan.
By his generation, the clan had long since declined.
To the extent that Wesley was akin to a wanderer.
It was naturally impossible to be as he is now.
Leading thousands of armored soldiers, charging in battle, fighting and killing enemies.
Everything he has now.
Is entirely because of the permission of Lord Master Lynn!
It was Master Lynn's appreciation that allowed him to become the commander of the archers.
It was Master Lynn's permission that granted him administrative authority...
If it weren't for Master Lynn, he wouldn't be who he is today!
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart.
Wesley's sharp eyes once again scanned over the faces of the guards among the peasants.
His loud and powerful voice rang out once more from Wesley.
"Who desires to defend Morgan Town, to protect the Lord?"
The guards among the peasants who had missed the first call, recognized the urgency and responded loudly.
