Their gazes searched briefly and finally settled on the tall, somewhat robust young man at the forefront.
This young man was the lord of this land, their Lord.
Under the direct gaze of everyone, Lynn stepped forward.
Sweeping his eyes around, he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, I am the lord of this land, Lynn..."
Hearing this familiar prelude and familiar voice, the townspeople couldn't help but feel a sense of inexplicable emotion.
They knew that ninety-nine percent of them had been sold to Master Lynn's domain by slave traders.
The first time they officially heard Master Lynn's words was with this familiar introduction.
Lynn continued, "I actually don't have much to say."
"Many of you, before coming to this land, might have been vagrants, free people, or slaves..."
"But as the residents of this land, your status is the same."
"You eat the same food, live in the same houses, and enjoy the same treatment."
"The only difference is..."
