Chapter 242 No one wants to be the Marquis’ lackey,
Fort Wilson, the governor’s official residence, more than me.
As the senior general of Antoria and deeply trusted by Leon, Todd now holds many positions, and the Governor of Fort Wilson is one of them.
However, apart from the sign hanging on the roadside, the so-called Governor's Residence is actually neither a Governor nor an official residence.
It's not even a wooden house. In the final analysis, it's just a larger marching tent.
There is no way. In today's Fort Wilson, the construction of city walls and city defense facilities is the top priority. As for large-scale projects like the Governor's Mansion, they are reserved for later use to increase jobs.
The Antorians are not that delicate anyway.
At least so far, the current generation of Antolians don't care much about these things.
Since we are approaching the end of summer, the evening breeze is already a little cool.
The candles around the camp swayed in the wind, and the soft sunset completely disappeared before the horizon, giving the land a layer of orange color.
And since Leon, as a lord, has come to Fort Wilson, this governor's mansion has naturally become Leon's temporary residence.
Although the appearance looks a bit crude, the sparrow is small but has all the internal organs.
The location is second to none.
Located right next to the World Tree, it is the best choice for warmth in winter and coolness in summer.
After Fort Wilson is completely completed, the housing and land prices around the Governor's Mansion will definitely be among the best in the city.
At this moment, Leon was looking curiously at the young man standing in front of him.
No, not actually a young person.
The Walrasian prisoner of war in front of him had the strength of a young man and the appearance of a middle-aged and old man.
According to Hussein, he should be in his early thirties this year.
But...
at least in Leon's view, the wrinkles on Hussein's face, the numerous scars on his body, and the fluffy and messy light brown hair made this prisoner of war who claimed to be only thirty years old appear to be in his forties. age.
Judging from the appearance alone, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is weathered.
"Your name is Hussein? Gudel Hussein?"
After staring for a long time, Leon asked proactively.
"Yes."
Hussein, who was kneeling on the ground, lowered his head, his face almost touching the ground at his feet.
Goodal Hussain.
As the battle ended, Leon also got the name of the particularly brave prisoner of war from the waiter.
Under the charge of the pig-man warriors, it was this guy, holding the even slightly rusty scimitar in his hand, who rushed at the front of the prisoners of war, ending the lives of dozens of pig-men in a row.
It is precisely because of this that this unremarkable and even old prisoner of war came into Leon's field of vision, and was finally brought to Leon.
"Were you once a noble of the Kingdom of Walras? Second-class Doron?"
There was no emotion in Leon's voice.
"Yes."
Hearing this, Hussein's head lowered lower and lower. It couldn't be said that he was clinging to the ground. It could only be said that he wanted to bury his head in the soil.
Although before this, Hussein had countless ideas in his mind. But it wasn't until he finally met the most powerful nobleman in the southern Andal Kingdom that Hussein finally realized the tension and even fear in his heart.
This fear does not come from Leon, but from Hussein himself.
Although Leon's series of promises before this rekindled hope in Hussein's heart,... the attitude of the vast majority of Andal nobles towards the Walras people cannot be said to be friendly, but can basically be regarded as friendly. It's extremely hostile.
Even if Leon's previous policies towards prisoners of war could be called benevolent, what if?
What if Leon's previous attitude was just a disguised appearance, to paralyze the hypocrisy of Walras' prisoners of war?
Especially since he was a former noble of the Kingdom of Walras!
Hussein was really worried.
He was worried that Leon would order someone to hack him to death because of his past identity and the force he showed. If that was the case... then how could he avenge him?
"Raise your head."
Leon and Todd looked at each other, and then said in a deep voice.
Leon naturally knew the surname Hussein.
After all...
Whether it is Leon's father, Arthur Jimena, or the older generation of Jimena family members who have been buried, they have participated in many wars with the Kingdom of Walras before.
The surname Hussein was one of the top noble surnames in the Kingdom of Walras a few decades ago.
When the Hussein tribe was at its most glorious, the Hussein family once owned a first-class Tablo and two second-class Tablos. As for the nobles with the title of Duolun, there were countless others, including Walra One of the most prominent families in the Sri Lanka Kingdom.
However...
everyone has glorious moments, don't take a moment as eternity.
Since the Gülen family of the Walrasian royal family obtained the supreme power of the Walras Kingdom, in order to consolidate the rule of the Gülen family and suppress large tribes such as the Hussein tribe, the Gülen family has always been pursuing measures.
Therefore, the once glorious Hussein tribe naturally disappeared among the powerful class of the Walras Kingdom under the continuous tribal conflicts.
All men and women were reduced to slavery.
This is obviously unfortunate for members of the Hussein family.
But for Leon, this seems to be good news.
In the silence in the camp, Leon slowly walked up to Hussein: "Are you willing to be loyal to the Jimena family?"
Upon hearing this, Hussein couldn't help but flash a flash of light in his eyes. A look of surprise.
After a brief moment of surprise, Hussein lowered his head, kissed the noble boots on Leon's feet without hesitation.
This is the highest courtesy for a Walrasian to swear allegiance.
Kiss the boots of the superior to show your loyalty to them.
"Yes! Goodal Hussein is willing to serve you and become your most loyal lackey!"
He said without hesitation, with a tremor in his voice.
"In that case..."
Leon pulled out the long sword from his waist and slowly pressed it on Hussein's shoulder: "Then I, the co-owner of the Antorians and the ancestors of Agares , Leon Jimena, Marquis of Antolia, hereby grants you freedom."
Feeling the cold blade against his neck, Hussein only felt hot in his heart.
In order to get rid of his status as a slave, he worked hard in the Kingdom of Walras for countless years.
However...
it was here in the end, in the abandoned land controlled by the Jimena family, that in such a short period of time, he obtained the identity he dreamed of.
(End of chapter)