Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Master, what are you going to do?" Kyle asked.

Upon hearing this, Xuemiya was also curious about how her husband would handle this matter.

Weilin turned his head and glanced at Claire, then said, "Let's just pretend we don't know what happened today. Since Claire wants to use his own power to wake Italia up, let's respect his choice."

"Yes, my lord."

"I understand, Verin."

The two nodded in response and then left the tent.

Weilin paused for a moment and whispered an apology to Claire: "I'm sorry, brother."

A few minutes later, Weilin stood up and left the tent, returning to rest.

On the low bed, Xuemiya turned sideways and looked at her husband, and couldn't help asking, "Are you really not going to do anything?"

Weilin pulled the quilt over his head and whispered, "Let's talk about it after the reorganization. It's hard to judge the situation now. If possible, get Claire to your side and give him some conveniences so that he can achieve his goal."

"I thought you really didn't do anything?"

"How can I do nothing? After all, he is one of my few friends." Weilin responded, "If I help him blatantly, he may not accept it. Even if he accepts, we will gradually become estranged and become strangers in the end."

"I still know him well."

"By the way, were you the one who was in control of Avar in the illusion?" Weilin poked his head out, looked at Xuemya, and asked curiously.

"Of course." Xuemiya nodded and said, "But Claire almost found out. After all, no matter how similar the simulation is, it can never be as good as the real person."

"How about you give me an illusion?"

Looking at her husband's bright eyes, Xuemiya nodded in agreement, then weaved an illusion and pulled both of their consciousness into it.

At noon the next day, Weilin opened his eyes, felt the soft touch on his back, and gently patted the hand that was hugging him.

Feeling touched, Xuemiya woke up, sat up, looked at the sunlight shining through the gap in the curtain, cast a spell and began to get dressed.

After putting on his clothes, Weilin left the tent and walked straight towards the tent where Claire was resting.

As expected, this guy was still sleeping soundly.

Coming to the bedside, Weilin patted his face to wake him up.

Claire sat up with sleepy eyes, but immediately became alert when he saw Weilin.

"Good morning, Weilin."

"Claire, it's already noon, it's getting late."

"Is it so late?" Claire pretended to be slow to react and said, "Sorry, I guess I should drink less next time!"

"Hahaha, that's true. Your alcohol tolerance is pretty poor."

"Okay, let's stop talking. I suddenly remembered that my father is coming to see me today, so I'll leave first." Clare grabbed the knight's sword, waved to Weilin, and quickly left the tent.

Looking at Claire's hurried back, Weilin couldn't help but shook his head.

"Forget it, let's get down to business."

After leaving the tent, Weilin called Kyle and Xuemia together and then headed towards the royal capital.

……

In the main hall of the Baynar Palace, a man with disheveled hair looked like a deranged lunatic.

He held the bottle in his hand, and from time to time he put the bottle mouth to his mouth, took a big sip, and then cursed the king in a voice full of resentment.

Outside the hall, more than a hundred red-armored knights stood like steel, sealing off the place tightly to prevent strangers from accidentally breaking into the hall, hearing things they shouldn't, and losing their lives.

Soon, a woman in gorgeous dress walked towards the main hall of Bayenal Palace, followed by two head maids with serious expressions.

When the red-armored knights guarding outside the hall saw the woman in gorgeous dress, they all straightened their bodies, beat their chests with their right hands, saluted her, and made way for her to lead to the hall.

At the entrance of the hall, the woman in gorgeous clothes stopped. She turned her head slightly and whispered to the two head maids behind her: "You two stay here."

"Yes, Princess." The two head maids answered in unison.

Pushing open the palace door and walking inside, the woman in the gorgeous dress soon heard her husband shouting and cursing.

"Belgrave, you weak husband, choosing your heir from among a bunch of children, I ******"

"You ***..."

"Felice, that's enough!"

The drunk man turned around and looked at his wife, took another swig of wine, and asked, "Tilia, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Do you think I want to come?"

The woman in the gorgeous dress came to the third prince Felice Silves, grabbed his collar, pulled him up from the ground, and said loudly: "Do you think your father doesn't know that you are hiding here and scolding him?"

"It's just that you lost your inheritance rights. What's the big deal? Why are you so depressed?"

"Your brothers and sisters are all the same. They all lost their inheritance rights. Look at them. Do they look like you?"

"I won't accept this. I just won't accept this." The third prince, Felice Silves, grabbed his wife's shoulders and shouted, "For the throne, I have been fighting with my brothers and sisters since I was a child. It can be said that I have lived in conspiracy and intrigue for the first half of my life."

"Why? If that old man says he will change, then what does my previous work count for?"

Looking at her husband who looked like a madman, the woman in fancy clothes slapped him and shouted, "Felice Silves, calm down."

"If you have the guts to yell here, then go and start a mutiny and fight for the throne. At worst, I will die with you."

The third prince covered his face and froze in place when he heard his wife's words.

"Oh, if you don't dare, then throw away the prince's package and face the world again as an ordinary royal family member."

"me……"

The well-dressed woman straightened her messed-up clothes and said in a cold voice, "The Earl of God wants to visit you, don't keep him waiting."

After saying this, the woman in gorgeous dress left the hall without looking back.

Looking at his wife's back, the third prince opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words couldn't come out of his throat.

After being stunned for a moment, the third prince Felice Silvester ordered the red-armored knight outside the hall with [One Person, Thousand Voices]: "Go and get me a set of clothes."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Two low-level silver knights in red armor answered and then quickly ran towards the back hall.

On the other side, Weilin drank round after round of tea, but there was still no sign of the third prince.

"My Lord Earl, please wait a moment. His Highness should be here soon." The low-ranking golden knight who was accompanying him in the reception room wiped the sweat from his forehead and apologized again.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Weilin was not angry. He gestured for the other party to sit down and not to be too nervous.

Of course, if the other party is arrogant, he will let him know what a true God-given earl is.