"Sigh, what a pitiful group of people." The Lord's face was filled with sorrow, just like a Kind-hearted Priest who couldn't bear to watch life fade away.
"Since you've chosen to seek refuge with me, how could I bear to watch you drown in a sea of misery?"
"Today, in my name as a Marquis of the Debei Kingdom, Lord of High Cliff Castle, and the Wilderness Tyrant—I declare you officially my subjects! You will be granted formal status in Debei and delivered from the sea of suffering as Wilderness Ghosts. Your fate is now inextricably linked to my glory."
"I will shelter you and grant you land and peace. In return, you must repay me with loyalty and labor. From this day forward, your sweat will flow for me, and your hands will toil for me. Your destiny is now one with mine."
Levi raised the Secret Silver Longsword high, his voice loud and majestic. He subtly enveloped his body in a layer of Holy Light, making him appear glorious and dazzling, stately and tall.
