The commoners timidly raised their heads.
The figure of the Southern lord entered the people's eyes, the bonfire burned in the night, illuminating the side face of the gray-haired youth.
This leader was neither as fierce and tall as the commoners imagined, nor did he have the rumored sharp teeth, two heads, and three pairs of arms.
He was young, handsome, with a serious expression. Perhaps it was his standing on higher ground, surrounded by soldiers, that gave the youth a distinguished aura the commoners had never seen before.
"Stand up! There has never been a noble lord worshipped on the land of the Ark Territory!"
Lin Lan reminded once again, slightly increasing the intensity in his tone: "I am not a lord! Neither are the warriors! And neither will you be in the future!"
Lin Lan didn't intend to be a tyrant free to command at will.
