"By this point, I am err... probably a head commander!" Abel said in an arrogant tone, flexing his muscles.
This news made the Lord of Marshall even happier than hearing Abel becoming an Earl, "My spirit, even my family in Bakong City has only ever had one commander before the inheritance had ended. You are already a head commander. It seems like our family will go down in history!"
"Master, shouldn't we ask the young master to come inside first? They still have a lot of guards outside!" Steward Lindsey reminded The Lord of Marshall.
"That's right, Abel, we'll go In first. You have too many guards. I'm afraid our castle might not be big enough!" Said the Lord of Marshall gazing towards the guards.
"Don't worry about them; they can camp outside!" Abel smiled and entered the castle with The Lord of Marshall.
As soon as they entered the castle, a troop of 20 warriors bowed and called in unison, "Welcome home, Master!"
