Jack patrolled Commercial Street with a musket slung over his shoulder.
He was not the Jack from the City Lord's Mansion, nor the Jack from the Ranger Legion. He was the Jack from the Guard Legion.
There were so many people named Jack in Free City that a dozen heads turned whenever someone called out the name on the street. His family had urged him several times to change it to something like Jax or Jackson.
Jack had flatly refused. What greater honor could there be than sharing a name with a character Lord Annan had played? He even planned to name his future son Little Jack, or at least give him Jack as a middle name.
At the moment, he was carrying out Legion Commander Luoxi's orders: the Guard Legion had taken over from the Ranger Legion in helping defend the Commercial Streets.
Every member of the Guard Legion was an elite over 170 centimeters tall, under twenty-five, and good-looking. They had thought being elites meant they would be entrusted with an important mission. They had been—but it was not on the battlefield.
Forget the Hellfire Legion... they could not even match that bunch of Crooked Melons and Cracked Jujubes in the Ranger Legion!
Why did those men get to fight Ratfolk on the battlefield while he was stuck patrolling Commercial Street?
Jack fumed inwardly, but he did not let his subordinates see it.
The Guard Legion had only two thousand members to cover more than two hundred Commercial Streets. That left fewer than ten per street, and they still had to keep troops behind to protect Free City.
So while he was an ordinary soldier in the Legion, on Commercial Street he had become a captain commanding a four-man squad.
A patrol of local guards approached. Beside Jack,