Chapter 1209: Chapter 327: The Thrill of Power

"Prepare to select the remaining 3,100 garrison soldiers."

"Master, you need to give a speech..."

Before Wesley could finish his words, Lynn directly interrupted him.

"No need."

"You can handle the selection of garrison soldiers yourself."

"Then, you will be the one to lead them in military training..."

Listening to Lynn’s calm voice, Wesley was deeply moved.

Wesley naturally understood.

That was Lynn’s trust in him!

Suppressing the complexity in his heart, Wesley firmly replied.

"Yes, Master!"

"Wesley will never betray your trust!"

With no further instructions from Lynn, Wesley left without hesitation.

Leaping down the steps, he exited the Manor Castle.

Under the watchful eyes of the guards and peasants, Wesley arrived at the muddy open ground in front of the Manor Castle.

Climbing onto a pile of a dozen logs, Wesley surveyed the densely packed figures ahead.

But soon, Wesley remembered something.

He glanced back at the castle wall where Lynn was standing.

As expected.

Lynn was standing atop the castle wall, observing him and the guards and peasants.

After nodding to Lynn, Wesley turned his gaze back to the guards and peasants ahead.

A loud and strong voice came from Wesley’s mouth.

"Perhaps you all don’t know why I have gathered you all here."

The faces of the gathered guards and peasants were full of confusion and doubt.

Wesley continued,

"That’s because I have been instructed by Lord Master Lynn."

"To select 3,100 able-bodied and strong men from among you to become Lord Master Lynn’s garrison soldiers!"

"Once you become garrison soldiers, you will be allocated farmland in Morgan Town!"

Huh~

Wesley’s words had only just ended when a chorus of astonished outcries erupted among the guards and peasants.

The confusion and doubt on their faces instantly turned into surprise.

Ignoring their outbursts, Wesley loudly proclaimed,

"I know you are surprised."

"However, there is one thing I need to inform you in advance—the allocated farmland will be privatized land!"

"This means, as long as you pay one-tenth of the farmland’s output as tax,"

"as long as you remain as Lord Master Lynn’s garrison soldiers,"

"then the privatized land allocated to you will always belong to you for planting."

"The remaining output from the farmland will entirely belong to the allocator!"

Huh!

A series of even louder and more pronounced exclamations once again arose from the guards and peasants.

The surprise on their faces now turned into disbelief!

They never dreamed...

That by becoming Lord Master Lynn’s garrison soldiers, they could be allocated farmland to cultivate!

Being allocated land was one thing, but for it to be privatized!

And only needing to pay one-tenth of the farmland’s output as tax!

Such a tax ratio is incredibly low!

All the guards and peasants raised their heads.

Looking towards the high wall, at the tall young man standing at the edge of the castle wall.

It was their Lord Master Lynn.

Wanting to confirm the truth of Commander Wesley’s words.

However.

They heard no words of denial from Lord Master Lynn.

Which meant.

The words Commander Wesley spoke in front were all true!

In an instant.

A strong sense of joy and excitement appeared on the faces of the guards and peasants.

Especially.

Those able-bodied and relatively strong men.

Whether guard or peasant, they all yearned to become garrison soldiers!

Even though becoming a garrison soldier might bring war and death.

But.

Due to their low status, they had faced life and death more than once.

As long as there was an opportunity to change their current status.

How could they fear war and death?

How could they possibly let such an opportunity pass?

In the eyes of the guards and peasants looking at Wesley, there was a burning desire.

Seeing the expressions of the guards and peasants.

Wesley understood.

He no longer needed to elaborate on the other generous conditions promised by Lord Master Lynn.

Just the allocation of privatized land alone was enough to drive these guards and peasants who have never owned land in their life mad with desire.

Wesley’s voice suddenly grew louder as he called out.

"Who is willing to become Lord Master Lynn’s garrison soldier?"

"To train in military skills during leisure and to cultivate and plant during farming seasons."

As soon as Wesley’s voice fell.

Two loud and trembling voices responded.

"Commander Wesley, I am willing."

"I am willing too."

The two responses abruptly appeared among the guards and peasants.

Immediately attracting the attention of all the guards and peasants.

Under the pressure of countless gazes, the two peasants lowered their heads full of fear.

Their inferiority and fear in their hearts prevented them from meeting any other gazes.

However.

Wesley’s praise and response came from the front of the guards and peasants.

"Excellent!"

"You two, step forward and stand before me!"

The two peasants who had responded earlier had hesitation on their faces.

But the next moment.

Both peasants made a determined decision.

Amid the gazes of many, they resolutely stepped out from the ranks of guards and peasants and approached Wesley.

Wesley glanced over the two peasants.

Their bodies were relatively tall but slightly thin, yet physically sound.

Wesley immediately announced to all the guards and peasants.

"From this moment on, you are Lord Master Lynn’s 1,501st and 1,502nd garrison soldiers!"

"You will be allocated farmland, provided with a Red Brick House to live in, equipped with standard armor, and armed with sharp and sturdy weapons..."

Listening to Wesley’s words, joy and excitement once more adorned the two peasants’ faces.

They had responded to Wesley’s inquiry out of discontent with being peasants.

Yet, unexpectedly, they thus became Lord Master Lynn’s garrison soldiers!

This result, they had never dreamed of.

Not just the two peasants.

The standing guards and peasants too wore looks of surprise and disbelief.

Could it be this simple to become garrison soldiers?

Though the guards and peasants were eager in their hearts.

But now, without Commander’s Wesley’s prompt, they dared not overstep.

They could only stand obediently, eyes wide, waiting.

Feeling the desire in everyone’s eyes, Wesley was full of sentiment.

So this was what it felt like when the master stood on the high platform, enjoying the attention of the masses during his speech.

This was the pleasure of power enjoyed when deciding others’ destinies with a command.

This feeling was indeed addictive...

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