CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 176: BATTLE OF LIGHT AND DARKNESS (10,000 WORDS)

Wesley’s thoughts raced in his mind, and he quickly responded, "Lord, I want to become a part of your domain."

"As long as you need it, my Lord, I can do anything for you."

Lynn stared at him, and continued to ask, "Mr. Wesley, just state your purpose directly."

A trace of hesitation appeared on Wesley’s face.

A few seconds later.

Wesley spoke, "Apologies, my Lord, my purpose holds no malice towards you."

"The reason I want to pledge allegiance to you is because I am the last descendant of the Don Quixote Clan!"

"And the Don Quixote Clan... is a family blessed by the Wind God. As long as one’s will is firm and sincere, one can tap into a sliver of the Wind God’s power..."

"But a long time ago, the Don Quixote Clan declined... The former prosperity is gone, the people dwindled, leaving only me..."

"My ancestors said this is the curse brought by obtaining the Wind God’s power..."

At this point, Wesley’s tone shifted, his words became resolute again.

"But I don’t believe it!"

"I am determined to revive the glory of the Don Quixote Clan!"

Lynn nodded, "So, I am the power you intend to use."

Wesley fell silent.

If before, he indeed was like those vagrants, fleeing from villages and towns just to survive.

But now.

He saw such a young Lord, saw a clearly recently constructed tall city wall, saw expanse of newly cultivated land.

And also saw a vast red brick house residential area, towering castles over ten meters high, and those ranks of plate armor soldiers...

Wesley knew, this is a land growing vigorously, a force rapidly developing!

And the Lynn before him was the master of this land...

Wesley exhaled a hot breath, without any timidity, looking straight at Lynn, he spoke, "Yes, my Lord!"

"I want to leverage your power to reestablish the Don Quixote Clan in this Empire, on this continent!"

"But... no matter what, not only me, the Don Quixote Clan will forever be the sharp blade in your hand, my Lord!"

Lynn said nothing, his gaze locked with Wesley’s.

A few seconds later.

Wesley lowered his head, he felt the oppressive aura of an overlord from Lynn.

Lynn spoke, "Wesley Don Quixote, I, Lynn, accept your allegiance!"

Lynn stepped forward, approaching Wesley.

Finally, he stood before Wesley, extending his right hand, slowly brushing across the palm of Wesley’s left hand.

Feeling the warmth from the palm, Wesley’s emotions suddenly stirred rapidly.

Even, his entire body trembling inexplicably.

Pledge of allegiance.

Means he will become Lynn’s household attendant.

His family and descendants will all become Lynn’s household attendants.

They must provide services in all aspects for Lynn the Lord.

It means he must pledge eternal allegiance to Lynn the Lord, for betrayal will mean losing everything!

But the warmth in his palm gradually faded, Wesley’s lowered head sank even further.

In a firm voice, words emerged from his mouth, "Yes, my master."

Lynn spoke coolly, "Rise."

Without any hesitation, Wesley stood up.

Lynn continued speaking, "Wesley, what you said about the Wind God’s blessing..."

Wesley, without any concealment, began to directly explain, "Master, the Wind God’s blessing is somewhat peculiar..."

"It is unlike those swordsmanship techniques or spear techniques, more akin to a sense."

"Having sensed it, the arrow shot forth holds extraordinary power!"

Wesley’s words continued, "My Lord, I’m not sure if you’ve heard about the Battle of Light and Darkness?"

Lynn nodded, "I have some memories, but not much."

The memories of the Battle of Light and Darkness in his mind are merely legends passed down by word of mouth.

What the truth really was, what happened, Lynn naturally does not know.

Wesley explained, "My Lord, the Battle of Light and Darkness... it truly existed!"

"Because my ancestors participated in that war!"

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

In Wesley’s eyes, there was a look of reverence, "Although I do not know the origin of the Battle of Light and Darkness."

"But I know that during that war, my ancestor, with an arrow imbued with the Wind God’s power, slew the sixty-eighth ranked Demon God — Belial!"

"Because, from that point on, my ancestor was granted a title by the Light Camp — the Demon-Breaking Arrow."

At this point.

Wesley’s voice grew somber.

"However, when darkness was driven back to the Abyss, this land no longer needed heroes."

"The heroes of old gradually aged and passed, leaving only their descendants to carry on, continually passing down these legends of heroes."

"Until now, the Don Quixote Clan, granted such a title, only has a single heir left..."

Lynn looked straight at Wesley, saying, "One day, the Don Quixote Clan will once again stand tall on this continent, becoming known to all households!"

Listening to Lynn’s words, Wesley suddenly lifted his head, eyes filled with awe as he gazed at the young Lord before him.

Arrogance of youth?

Boasting idly?

Or perhaps eyes above everything?

However, what Wesley saw in Lynn’s eyes was ambition!

Wesley bowed slightly, "Yes, master!"

Lynn nodded in satisfaction, "Let’s go, there happens to be a position suited for you!"