Wesley's thoughts raced in his mind, and he quickly responded, "Lord, I want to become a part of your domain."
"As long as you need it, my Lord, I can do anything for you."
Lynn stared at him, and continued to ask, "Mr. Wesley, just state your purpose directly."
A trace of hesitation appeared on Wesley's face.
A few seconds later.
Wesley spoke, "Apologies, my Lord, my purpose holds no malice towards you."
"The reason I want to pledge allegiance to you is because I am the last descendant of the Don Quixote Clan!"
"And the Don Quixote Clan... is a family blessed by the Wind God. As long as one's will is firm and sincere, one can tap into a sliver of the Wind God's power…"
"But a long time ago, the Don Quixote Clan declined... The former prosperity is gone, the people dwindled, leaving only me…"
"My ancestors said this is the curse brought by obtaining the Wind God's power…"
At this point, Wesley's tone shifted, his words became resolute again.
"But I don't believe it!"
