Standing before the eight hundred prisoners of war, Lynn swept his gaze over them.

After eating the food the cooks had prepared, and after a short rest,

the state of these eight hundred prisoners was clearly more energetic than when they had just arrived.

Their eyes were full of provocation, constantly sweeping over Rose and the soldiers guarding them.

Some even, after Lynn returned to the Lord’s Square,

fixed all their gazes on him.

Lynn’s expression was calm as his eyes directly collided with the prisoners’ stares.

Perhaps it was because they felt the aura coming from Lynn.

Or perhaps they had sensed Lynn’s oppressive presence.

Some of the prisoners couldn’t help but lower their heads after a few seconds of eye contact.

Lynn introduced himself, "I am the Lord of this territory, Lynn Blake."

"Of course, from this moment on, I am also your Lord!"

Low, heavy expressions instantly appeared on the faces of the prisoners.

A few of them even shouted, "Says who?"

"You? You think you’re worthy of being our Lord?"

"Do you even know what a prisoner of war is? Soldiers who have gone through wars of iron and blood!"

"Get lost and go back to drinking milk!"

"..."

Listening to their words, Lynn’s expression remained indifferent.

His gaze shifted and fell on Rose not far away.

Rose instantly understood, striding over to his side.

"Master!"

Lynn said, "Bring out everyone who just shouted." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Ten kilometers of running training!"

Rose’s brow arched and he asked, "Master, the chains on them..."

Lynn glanced at the iron chains and shackles on the prisoners’ wrists and ankles. "Ten-kilometer cross-country restrained running training."

"Execute now!"

Rose had no more doubts and replied, "Yes, Master!"

As his voice fell, Rose turned and walked toward the prisoners in front.

With a wave of his right hand, he assigned dozens of armored soldiers to enter the prisoner ranks.

Bursts of dissatisfied shouts immediately rose from the prisoner formation.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

"If you’ve got any guts, let me go. I’ll show you what a Pan Rock Iron Guard really is!"

"Where are you taking us?"

Amid these shouts, nine prisoners were pulled out of the ranks.

As the soldiers were tying the prisoners up,

Lynn said to Rose, "If they’re unwilling, then use the warhorses to drag them."

"Bring them back when they finish the ten kilometers."

Rose answered again, "Yes, Master."

The ropes and iron chains dragging the prisoners behind the warhorses suddenly went taut.

Under that force, they almost lost control of their bodies and were forced to move their legs, running after the direction the warhorses charged toward.

In less than half a minute,

nine soldiers on warhorseback were dragging the prisoners, heading toward the distant mountains and forest.

The remaining prisoners still standing where they were,

seeing this scene,

their eyes bulged, and the provocation from before had already turned into hatred.

Their bound fists clenched tight, breathing turned rapid, chests heaving violently.

They moved their steps, closing a few paces toward Lynn.

They wanted nothing more than to immediately cut down this young Lord on the spot!

Nearly eight hundred prisoners were on the verge of eruption.

Rose frowned, and without any hesitation drew the longsword at his waist.

The soldiers who had been surrounding them on guard tightened their grips on their long spears, the sharp spearheads aiming at the prisoners.

As long as their Lord gave the order, they would charge into the prisoners without the slightest hesitation.

However.

Before these prisoners could take more than two steps,

a middle-aged man at the very front of the formation spread his arms, blocking several prisoners beside him.

The blocked prisoners looked at the middle-aged man with displeasure.

But when they saw the three square-shaped scar marks arranged on the man’s left cheek, their eyes suddenly went wide.

Three square-shaped scars.

Like an iron brand stamped on a slave owned by a Lord.

Or like something carved out forcibly by a sharp blade.

Just a single glance filled one’s heart with intense discomfort.

The few prisoners hurriedly lowered their heads and called out respectfully, "Commander Tyrone!"

The middle-aged man, Tyrone Ramirez, responded with a grunt.

"Have everyone stand down."

"If we cause a riot, the only ones who’ll die are us."

"Remember, this isn’t Pan Yan City. There are no walls to rely on, and no weapons for us to fight with!"

The few prisoners beside him exchanged looks at his words.

A few seconds later,

one of the prisoners shouted to the back, "Stop, everyone stop!"

"Tyrone has given the order, hurry and stop!"

The prisoners in the rear naturally heard the shout to stop.

Yet they still did not halt.

But when they heard Tyrone’s name, their steps finally stopped.

"Tyrone Ramirez?"

"Commander Tyrone is still alive? That’s great!"

"Everyone stop, obey Commander Tyrone’s orders."

"..."

Listening to the prisoners’ shouts and watching the ranks gradually come to a halt,

a hint of surprise flickered in Lynn’s eyes.

His gaze turned and fell upon the middle-aged man at the very front, whose left cheek bore that shocking scar.

With just a few words, he had suppressed the rage boiling in the hearts of the prisoners.

Lynn’s thoughts stirred, and the information panel of the scarred middle-aged man appeared before his eyes.

[Name]: Tyrone Ramirez

[Age]: 32

[Ability]: Hunting Level 3, Planting Level 2, Construction Level 2

[Seven Skills of the Knight]: Hunting Level 3, Horse Riding Level 3, Swordsmanship Level 3