Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Norns took out a crystal ball from his arms, activated it, and then asked, "My Lord Earl, may I ask for the specific details of the number and strength of the troops you are leading this time."

"One hundred and two silver professionals, three gold professionals, and three soul-level professionals." At this point, Weilin suddenly remembered something and asked, "Does the mount count?"

"Mounts such as horses, griffins, flying dragons, giant eagles, and dire beasts do not count towards the number of people, but mounts such as dragons that can transform into human forms do count towards the number of people."

When Xiaohong heard the words of this hateful human, she snorted in dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Weilin reached out and touched Little Red's mane to calm it down, then said, "Knight Norns, then please add a high-level gold red dragon and a low-level soul red dragon."

Upon hearing this, Temple Knight Norns quickly recorded this information in the crystal ball.

"My Lord Earl, your troops have 102 Silver Professionals, 4 Gold Professionals, and 4 Soul Level Professionals. Do you need any more?"

"And that's all."

Seeing this, Norns used the crystal ball to send a message to the logistics department, then put it away and said, "If you have nothing else to do, I will take my leave."

"kindness."

Weilin nodded and allowed the other party to leave.

Upon seeing this, Norns bowed and saluted, then left the camp.

After the other party left, Weilin asked Kyle to take over the troop camp and assign patrol and guard personnel.

The entire camp is not big, but not small either. It has twenty-five barracks, two stables, a warehouse and a training ground.

Entering the largest barracks, Weilin walked to the low bed and leaned back, making a noise.

Watching her husband rolling around on the bed, Xuemiya covered her face helplessly. When there were no outsiders around, her husband sometimes behaved childishly, but this situation did not happen often.

After walking around the barracks and setting up some soundproof magic circles, Xuemiya sat down on the low bed, took out a magic book and began to read.

Ten minutes later, Weilin pulled a blanket over himself and slowly fell asleep.

As night fell, Shemya, who was immersed in a magic book, heard Kyle's voice. A faint light appeared in her hands, and she cast a small mental spell on her husband.

The semi-epic mind-guarding ring sensed the power of its master, stopped intercepting, and fueled the spell into the user's soul.

The next moment, Weilin sat up straight, turned his head to look at Xuemiya with a strange expression.

"Kyle is looking for you."

Weilin coughed and walked out of the tent.

He was having a sweet dream just now when he suddenly found out that his wife...

"Forget it, I don't want to."

After shaking his head and throwing away the useless thoughts in his mind, Weilin opened the curtain and saw Kyle waiting at the entrance of the tent.

Kyle saw his master's flushed face and felt a little confused, but he was not too curious. He reported to him, "Master, a team of Temple Knights sent 102 sets of standard weapons and equipment. You need to go and receive them."

Noticing Kyle's strange look, Weilin cast [Evergreen Will] on himself to calm himself down and then said to Kyle, "Let's go."

At the entrance of the camp, a silver intermediate-level temple knight stood at the gate, his left hand on the hilt of his knight's sword and his right hand holding a document. Behind him were three carriages, with twelve bronze high-level temple knights standing on both sides.

Although he had been waiting for half an hour, there was no extra expression on his face and he remained calm. This was one of the reasons why he was responsible for issuing standard equipment to the troops that met the standards.

In less than a moment, Weilin arrived at the camp. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the silver-mid-level temple knight come in front of him, beat his chest and saluted, and said, "Lord God-given Earl, the lowest professional level of the 100 warriors you brought is low-level silver. According to Article 15 of the Expeditionary Force Temporary Regulations, they can be directly included in the Expeditionary Force and do not need to participate in the call-up trial."

At this point, the silver intermediate temple knight opened the file, turned to page 13, handed it to him, and continued: "There are ninety-eight silver professionals in your army, including eighteen silver knights and eighty-four silver warriors. According to regulations, the logistics camp will allocate eighteen sets of excellent-level knight equipment and eighty sets of excellent-level warrior equipment to you."

"After the war, the weapons issued to your troops will belong to you and the church will not take them back."

"As for those at gold level and above, merit points will be allocated according to their strength. After the war, they can exchange the merit points for extraordinary items from the Dawn Church."

"According to the temporary regulations of the expeditionary army, a low-level gold warrior can be allocated 10 merit points in the early stage, and the points will be multiplied for each level higher in strength."

"For someone like you, you can get 320 merit points."

After listening to this, Weilin silently calculated that his troops were initially allocated 870 merit points.

"Lord God-given Earl, please leave your breath here."

When Weilin heard this, his mind moved, and a faint breath merged into the document, gathering into his full name at the end of the paper.

"Lord God-given Earl, these are yours. As for the crystal cards used to record merit points, they will be distributed uniformly by the Dawn Church after arriving at the Holy Third Dawn Kingdom. I will take my leave now."

The silver intermediate-level temple knight put away the documents, bowed his head and saluted, then led the twelve bronze high-level temple knights who were escorting the weapons away from here.

"Kyle, distribute these standard weapons."

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing this, Weilin was about to return to the barracks when a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Weilin."

Weilin stopped and turned around, then he saw his old friend.

With a thought, the figure disappeared instantly.

The next moment, Weilin appeared in front of Claire and asked with some joy: "Aren't you the deputy captain of the floating fleet? Why are you here now?"

"Yesterday I was indeed the deputy captain, but today I am a glorious expeditionary soldier." Although Claire smiled naturally, Weilin still sensed something was wrong.

However, this was not a suitable occasion to ask, so Weilin had to keep his doubts to himself. He patted his good brother on the shoulder and said, "I was planning to go to the capital to find you in a few days. Since you are here, let's have a good gathering tonight."

"Okay." Claire showed a relaxed look on his face and said jokingly, "It's been ten years since we last met. I can hardly remember your drunken appearance."

"Since you said so, I won't drink today."

"Hahaha."