Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

At night, Weilin opened his eyes, took the knight's sword in his hand, came to the window, and observed the external situation through the gap.

Within sight, a group of people were fighting in the dark.

Soldiers in black armor surrounded and suppressed a group of men in black from the front and back of the street.

At the back, four knights were dressed in blue armor, with flowers engraved on their chests, and long swords on their waists, protecting a middle-aged mage in the middle.

I saw a magic instrument in the hands of the mage, forming a barrier around it to prevent the battle between the two sides from destroying the neighborhood.

"Lord."

Kyle pushed open the door and came to Verin's side, followed by Gray and Blue.

Not long after, the red dragon Serafina ran into Vaelin's room wearing baggy clothes.

Seeing this, Lan stepped forward to put the clothes back on for this stupid dragon with big breasts and no brains.

Finally, Argenta, the silver dragon, was the last to notice. He was still sleeping soundly, completely undisturbed by the fighting in the outside world.

"Those men in black don't look like cultists. Instead, they are well-trained warriors. The fighting techniques used by the warriors wearing armor are exactly the same." Weilin pointed at the fighting men in black and turned around to ask.

After hearing this, Kyle nodded and said: "The current Grand Duke of the Principality of Nitz intends to retreat behind the scenes, and his descendants will inevitably start a dispute. This battle is probably just an insignificant episode."

I really didn’t expect that on the first night after arriving in the capital of the Duke of Nitz, I would encounter an infighting among the heirs.

Limbs and arms are broken, and blood is everywhere. For the benefit of the superior, the inferior needs to sacrifice his blood and life.

The battle lasted only half an hour. More than thirty men in black were strangled to death, and more than twenty black-armored soldiers belonging to the victorious side also fell.

Witnessing this small-scale internal fighting, Weilin could only feel sorry.

Before long, it was dawn.

After leaving the hotel, the streets were bustling with people again. No one knew that the floor they stepped on had contaminated the blood of the soldiers of their principality.

Beneath the false peace is a turbulent tide.

Verin is not planning to stay in the capital of the Duke of Nitz for a long time, so it is best to leave here as soon as possible.

Holding the red phosphorus horse, Verin went to the Church of Dawn in the northern part of the capital of the Duke of Nitz, preparing to take the teleportation array to the capital of the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn.

As a principality, the Principality of Nitz is not qualified to control the teleportation array leading to the Kingdom of Dawn. There is no other reason, but strength is the biggest reason.

"Good morning, Pastor of the Dawn."

"Good morning, sir." The low-ranking priest of Silver lowered his head to show his respect for the strong man. "May I ask what business you have here."

"We are going to the capital of the Holy Kingdom of the Third Dawn. How many gold coins do we need to pay?" Weilin asked.

"Please wait a moment, I'll ask Priest Oberon to come and talk to you in detail." The middle-aged priest smiled apologetically, turned around and entered the church, looking for Priest Oberon.

Five minutes later, an elderly high-ranking gold priest came out of the church, came to Verin, and asked with a smile: "To go to the Sanctuary of Dawn, each person needs to donate six thousand gold coins to the church."

"If you have a token that symbolizes your friendship with the church, part of the donation amount can be waived."

Hearing what the old priest said, Weilin felt a little speechless. He asked for money, so why did he say it was a donation, just to make it sound better?

Of course, Verin didn't want to pay so much money, so he just took out the hexagonal stone that the ascetic monk Gerald of the Dawn Church had given him last time to see if it could be used as a token of friendship.

In the eyes of outsiders, the ordinary hexagonal stones made the old priest want to kneel on the ground immediately.

"My lord, please put your token away."

Looking at the respectful old priest, the middle-aged priest's attitude became extremely sincere.

"This priest..."

"Just call me Oberon." The old priest's words were very kind and sincere.

Seeing the old priest in front of him whose attitude changed drastically, Verin was a little surprised. It seemed that the ordinary hexagonal stone was more valuable than he thought.

However, if you think about it carefully, as a high-ranking legend, what Graald gave himself must be very precious.

"Priest Oberon, with this token, how much more do we need to pay."

"No need to do that. As a friend of the church, you are enough to witness your lofty status. There is no need to donate money."

Weilin was very satisfied that he didn't need a penny. Even though he had a wealth of billions of gold coins, he was still a little excited about the matter of free prostitution.

"How soon can we leave?"

"When do you want to set off?" the old priest asked respectfully.

The middle-aged pastor stood aside and said that he had learned.

"Do you think it's feasible right now?"

"Then now, please and your entourage come with me."

After hearing this, the old priest asked the middle-aged priest to continue on duty, and then took Weilin into the Church of the Dawn.

"Close the monitoring circle." The old priest came to a knight and ordered.

"Lord Oberon, this does not comply with the procedure. According to..."

"Follow my instructions, and let me explain to Bishop Thalia." The old priest was resolute and gave another order to the church knight in front of him.

Facing the old priest's stern eyes, the church knight finally chose to execute the order and close the monitoring circle.

"What was that for just now?" Weilin asked curiously as he passed through the closed monitoring circle.

Facing Weilin's question, the old priest replied: "The monitoring circle just now is used to monitor creatures of different races. If you are not sure whether your subordinates can conceal their true identity, please be cautious."

"In order to keep the identities of you and your subordinates confidential, I asked the knight to close the monitoring circle."

"Priest Oberon, thank you for your help."

The old priest was very grateful to Verin for his thanks.

After passing through three monitoring devices with different functions, without exception, they were all ordered to be temporarily shut down by the old priest.

Finally, six people and six horses came to a small teleportation array.

Standing on the teleportation array, Weilin carefully observed the text around him. It was not the secret text used by arcanists, nor the magic array used by ordinary magicians, but a strange type of text, carrying the power of the morning light.

Before Weilin could take another look, he disappeared in a burst of light.

"Sir, this is the satellite city of Yulali City, the capital of the Holy Third Dawn Kingdom. Please come with me."

Holy Kingdom of the Third Dawn

After calming down, he noticed a woman with large breasts. If the woman hadn't been wearing a priest's robe of the morning sun, Weilin would have thought he was transported to another place.

Following the priest, everyone came to a vast hall.

"Dear Sir, this is a magic train that will take you to the capital. You and your accompanying mounts will be escorted by church knights to your resting place."