"How many people have met the criteria this time?" Zhao Guang looked toward Coscola.
The scribe who specialized in recording military achievements was standing by his side, and the man hurried over.
"Reporting to Viscount, a total of sixteen people have met the requirements in this battle," he said.
Zhao Guang nodded, "Very well, bring them up." As Zhao Guang spoke, those whose names were called came forward with excitement and trepidation, their eyes full of brightness.
"You have done very well. I am a man who abides by the rules, and according to my rules, since you have satisfied the conditions, you are now subjects of Xuanwu Territory, starting this very moment. I hope you will continue to work hard and contribute to the territory."
As he spoke, magic power burst from Zhao Guang's hands, erasing the slave brands on their faces.
The slaves, who didn't expect to feel so moved, shed tears one after another.