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Sauron nodded with a slight smile, understanding Captain Jett's caution.

"Alright, you can take your time to consider, but don't keep me waiting too long."

Captain Jett bowed again, his heart filled with gratitude.

He knew Prince Sauron's trust and expectations of him, and understood the significant responsibility on his shoulders.

Sauron originally thought Captain Jett would take a few days to consider this major decision, but to his surprise, he came knocking on the door in a hurry by evening.

Captain Jett's expression was firm, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and determination for the future, "Your Highness, I choose to become a court noble, a Viscount of the Northwest.

I am willing to guard this land for the Empire and serve Your Highness."

From this moment on, you are the court Viscount of the Northwest.

I hope you will live up to expectations and contribute to the Empire's prosperity."

Captain Jett knelt on one knee, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and solemnly swore: "I, Jett Samir, hereby swear on my life to be loyal to the great Empire and never betray the Empire's glory and dignity.

I will face all challenges with fearless courage, guard every inch of the Northwest territory, and not allow the enemy to invade in the slightest.

I will uphold justice and kindness, treat the Empire's people, seek their well-being, and relieve their worries.

I will do my utmost to assist Your Highness and fight for the Empire's prosperity, even at the cost of my life.

If I violate this oath, may I be punished by the gods, and my soul never find peace."

Sauron smiled and drew the Endless Blade from his waist, its blade gleaming with cold light, as if bearing the Empire's glory and majesty.

He tapped Jett's shoulders one after the other, and finally placed the sword on Jett's head.

"I accept your allegiance, my brave noble knight."

At this moment, the air seemed to be filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Captain Jett felt the heavy responsibility and mission.

From this moment on, his fate would be closely linked to the rise and fall of the Empire.

"Your Highness, I have come this time to request to participate in the war against the Orcs!" Captain Jett said with a firm gaze.

Faced with such an understanding subordinate, Sauron became more patient.

If it were a court noble, I could grant the title myself, I just need to send a report back to the capital.

But a fief noble is different, the procedures required are very numerous, and it will take at least two years.

Sauron looked at Captain Jett and continued, "Participating in the war is out of the question; you have a more important task.

I plan to have you form a maritime transport team to transport supplies to the front lines.

In this war, the supply of materials is crucial, and your task is no less important than charging into battle on the battlefield."

Captain Jett was slightly stunned, then immediately understood Sauron's deep meaning, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He solemnly nodded and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, I will do my best to build a good transport team and ensure that supplies can be transported to the front line in a timely and safe manner."

Captain Jett happily told his pirate ship subordinates this good news.

Instantly, cheers surged like a tide, resounding throughout the entire pirate ship.

Behind this cheering, however, lay unknown complex emotions.

Out of fear and loyalty to the captain, many pirates were actually gritting their teeth and agreeing to follow Captain Jett to serve Prince Sauron.

Their hearts were filled with fear and unease about the unknown, but they did not dare to disobey the captain's orders.

When they heard that they did not have to go to the battlefield and fight the Orcs, many people immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces showed a relieved expression.

These pirates had drifted at sea for many years, living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, but facing the brutal Orcs, their hearts were still filled with fear.

They knew the strength and cruelty of the Orcs, and going to the battlefield to fight the Orcs was undoubtedly a life-and-death adventure.

Now, they had a new mission, which, although equally challenging, at least did not require them to directly face the bloody slaughter of the Orcs.

Captain Jett looked at his subordinates' reactions and understood their thoughts.

These pirates were not true warriors; they were just a group of people struggling to survive.

Amidst the cheers, the only person who was unhappy was Little Pete.

He stood outside the crowd, his lips tightly pursed, his eyes full of disappointment and unwillingness.

He, who was single-mindedly wanting to fight and kill the Orcs for revenge, was full of expectations of being able to bravely kill the enemy on the battlefield and avenge his relatives and homeland who had been harmed by the Orcs.

Now, he could only engage in logistics and transportation work, which made him feel extremely frustrated.

Little Pete's fists were clenched tightly, and the anger and disappointment in his heart were intertwined.

He did not understand why he could not go to the battlefield, why he had to be arranged to do seemingly unimportant transportation work.

In his opinion, only by confronting the Orcs head-on on the battlefield could he truly seek justice for the dead.

Captain Jett saw Little Pete's unwillingness, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I know you are unwilling, but your maritime transportation mission is very important, otherwise His Highness would not have entrusted the task to us.

Little Pete opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was sternly interrupted by Captain Jett: "This is an order!

It will be our mission to safely deliver rear supplies to the soldiers on the front lines."

Captain Jett roared, "Only by ensuring that the supplies of the front-line soldiers are not accidentally interrupted can we guarantee the morale and combat effectiveness of the soldiers."

His voice echoed in the air, making everyone present feel the weight of this mission.

Back then, Captain Jett chose to escape, partly because of the terror of the Orcs, the cruel scenes of which still lingered in his mind;

On the other hand, it was because the army's supplies were insufficient, and the food was taken away by the noble masters to escape.

He never wanted to experience that kind of despair and helplessness again.

Now, he had a new identity and responsibility, and he could no longer allow the same tragedy to happen.

Little Pete looked at Captain Jett, and the dissatisfaction in his heart gradually subsided.

He understood the captain's good intentions and realized the responsibility he shouldered.

Although they could not directly fight the Orcs, their work was equally important.

Under the leadership of Captain Jett, the pirates began to actively engage in the preparation of the transport team.

They checked the ships, sorted out the supplies, and planned the routes, not daring to be careless in any link.

They knew that their actions were related to the life and death of the front-line soldiers and the fate of the Empire.

Compared to the maritime transport unit that was preparing in full swing, Sauron led the Northwest Knights and the Imperial Knights to the Stamm region in a mighty manner.

On the land of the Northwest, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the flags fluttered, showing a powerful military might.

As for the two Royal Guard Knight Regiments, Sauron left them behind the border.

They were ready to respond to the infiltration and attack of the wolf cavalry at any time, guarding the rear defense line of the Empire.

In this war against the Orcs, there could be no slightest negligence.