"Lord, I am willing to become one of your people!"
The wild man who had first spoken gritted his teeth and said this.
He had no family in the Tribe and was all alone. Rather than remain a captive with an unknown future, it was better to declare his stance now.
"Very good. From now on, you are a citizen of High Cliff Castle. Three meals a day, and I guarantee you'll have your fill," Levi said, patting him on the shoulder.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked on in disbelief. After all, three guaranteed meals a day was a privilege only the Clan Leader and the Shaman enjoyed.
And all they had to do was work—they weren't required to fight.
Although they were Warriors, they ate two meals a day at most. Factoring in the need to care for the little ones at home, their lives were actually quite hard-pressed.
After all, their food came entirely from hunting and raiding, which was very unreliable.
Whether it was true or not, it was worth a shot. Many of them began to waver.
