The captain of the town's guard was a red-haired man with gray streaks in his hair. His eyes were sharp and his jaw square. He exuded an aura of firmness and discipline.
'I didn't expect him to be swayed by the Dawnbringers. He used to be a stern man, unwilling to bow to anyone.'
Having lived in the upper district for a while, Hex was familiar with the captain. He was a strong Knight, in charge of the city's patrol and peace. Even the elites didn't dare to cross him easily.
"Thanks, brother Herman," Sloan's father said solemnly. His eyes were fixed on the crowd below the platform.
"Many of you may know me but I don't know many of you. All my life I have been a strict person, unwilling to bow to anyone."
The captain's voice was calm. He looked straight into the crowd's eyes.
"Coming from a long line of guardsmen, I believed it to be my calling to become a guard. As I wished my son to be. I believed it to be Heaven's will."
