Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Weilin also followed the crowd and clapped along.

Then, a note fell in front of a thin-faced man on the second floor, which attracted the envy of all the onlookers.

"gone."

Verin patted Kyle on the shoulder.

After hearing this, Kyle got up and came to the counter, paid the money, followed Weilin, and left.

"Lord, there is a big problem here."

"It seems that this group of Shia people are snooping for some news." Weilin shook his head to keep his head clear, and whispered, "Singing has the effect of confusing the mind. Except for the two of us, everyone else has more or less put it down. The vigilance in my heart.”

"The priest of the God of Music must have come here with some purpose. I don't know what information he wants to find out." Kyle nodded and answered.

"If you go back and report it, there will naturally be dedicated people to deal with it. Let's not worry about it, lest we get involved in a conspiracy."

"The Lord has said so."

These six months are their own time, and they cannot waste it on such inexplicable things. Special personnel should be responsible for specialized matters.

In the commercial camp, they sell female slaves, armor, weapons, potions, and even themselves.

An alleyway was filled with a large number of people watching the excitement.

The four followers relied on Kong Wu's powerful body and Baiyin's low-level strength to find a way out for Weilin and Kyle.

The people watching around noticed the opponent's strength and dared to get angry but dare not speak out. They behaved with their tails between their legs and obediently moved out of the way.

When Weilin came closer, he saw a swordsman in civilian clothes sitting cross-legged on the ground. Next to him was a wooden board with the words: Work hard, ten thousand gold coins.

"Boy, a mere low-level silver warrior, why do you think your life is worth ten thousand gold coins?" an adventurer asked. The scars from his right eye to his neck were terrifying and intimidating.

The civilian swordsman slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the adventurer expressionlessly.

In an instant, the adventurer, who was also a low-level Silver, felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his face changed with fear, and he even left the place in despair with his team members regardless of his face.

Weilin looked at this scene with some curiosity, secretly guessing: What did the adventurer see in the eyes of the civilian swordsman to show such a frightened expression.

"My lord, this civilian swordsman exudes a demonic aura." A voice rang out from Weilin's heart. It turned out that Kyle was communicating with him using an auxiliary combat skill similar to "Voice of the Heart".

Weilin was very surprised. He didn't expect Kyle to learn this kind of auxiliary combat skill without his knowledge. It was really surprising.

"If possible, I hope you can buy him. I have an idea." Kyle continued.

Upon hearing this, Weilin put his hand into his pocket without asking the reason, and took out ten gold tickets with a face value of one thousand gold coins from the space ring. He came to the common swordsman, squatted down, and placed the money in front of him.

"I bought your life."

The onlookers around them all showed expressions of astonishment and were talking about it.

Hearing the bad gossip, the four low-level silver knights drew their swords. The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and they did not dare to say any more.

The civilian swordsman opened his eyes, looked at the golden ticket in front of him, and then looked at the young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself. He stretched out his hand to pick up the golden ticket on the ground and made a hoarse sound.

"Before I become your slave, please let me do one thing."

"can."

After receiving Weilin's promise, the commoner swordsman stood up and walked towards the west.

Wei Lin was somewhat interested and followed him.

When the people around saw the rightful owner leaving, they began to discuss. Some said the other party was a fool, while others felt sorry for the 10,000 gold coins.

Following the other party, they traveled twelve kilometers and came to a remote military camp.

"Which army is stationed here?"

"It should be...let me look for it."

Kyle was also a little confused and took out the regional defense map given to them by the Corps. It roughly recorded the surrounding troop garrison map, but it did not go into too much detail.

"My lord, this is a garrison, designated as the 3rd garrison of the 27th Corps. There are about 4,000 people. It is commanded by Viscount Acat of Serop Province and commanded by the Logistics Department of the 27th Corps."

"Why is a viscount serving as the commander of the garrison here?" Weilin crossed his arms and asked with some confusion.

Kyle put away the map and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know either.

A few minutes later, a patrol unit surrounded them. The leader was a middle-aged man, his steps were sloppy, he looked like he had a weak kidney, and his eyes were a little unkind.

Seeing this, the four followers stood in front of Weilin and made gestures to draw their swords.

"Who are you?"

The other party's tone was very arrogant and condescending, which made Welin a little unhappy.

Kyle didn't waste any time, took out an identity token and threw it over.

The middle-aged noble reached out to receive the token, but was knocked away by a slight force and flew into the patrol, knocking down more than ten soldiers.

When the remaining thirty soldiers saw this, their eyes were horrified and they all retreated.

"Cough cough cough."

The middle-aged nobleman got up from the ground, looked at the token in his hand, his expression changed greatly, he endured the pain, came to Verin, and said respectfully: "My lord, please forgive me."

"kindness."

Weilin nodded without saying a word.

A follower stepped forward, took the token, handed it back to Kyle, and then stepped aside.

The middle-aged nobleman bent over, with sweat on his forehead, and pulled a soldier over and asked him to go to the camp to invite his cousin over. He had offended a big shot. If he didn't resolve it now, he might not be able to afford it later.

……

In the camp, a middle-aged man was playing with the jade in his hand and staring at the civilian swordsman in front of him with a gloomy expression.

"Britt, do you want to betray the Onlit family?"

"Lord Viscount, I am just an illegitimate son of yours, an insignificant consumable, with a lowly origin. I am not worthy of becoming a member of the Onlit family." The commoner swordsman looked directly into his father's eyes, facing two men taller than him. The high-ranking Viscount Acate showed no fear at all.

"Britt, who gave you the right to talk to your father like this?" A pale-faced noble shouted loudly, with a very arrogant tone, looking at the offspring born of this maid like a pig or dog.

"Lord Viscount, here is the money."

The civilian swordsman did not reply, stared at Viscount Acat, and repeated these words.

Akater looked at the money in front of him, his face turned terrifyingly dark.

Anyone who can take out 10,000 gold coins at once is definitely not a small person.

The golden tickets are all connected with a number, which further proves that the other party has an extraordinary status. If he keeps it, he may cause disaster.

Just when Akat was hesitant, a soldier in a hurry broke in.