Tom was young, although disheveled, his physique was indeed stronger than an ordinary farmer, and that fleeting Fighting Spirit glow was genuine.
A Knight Attendant who could use Fighting Spirit, even at the lowest rank, could play a greater role in defending the city than ordinary soldiers.
"Open the gates! Let him in!" the Guard Captain waved and ordered.
A heavy winch sounded, and the drawbridge slowly lowered.
Old Bill and his wife's eyes just lit up with a trace of hope, only to see Tom standing still, looking back at his parents with a determined gaze, shouting to the wall:
"Sir! My parents are right here! I am willing to give half of my daily rations to them, and I won't take extra from the castle's reserves! I just ask that they can come in with me and have a place to stay!"
Tom knew very well that he could go in without a problem, but his parents stood no chance of getting in.
