Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Isolde smiled bitterly and replied helplessly: "Obey orders."

"Okay, go take care of me, I'm leaving first."

Claire patted his lieutenant on the shoulder, turned around and left, leaving Isolde disheveled in the wind.

Ever since the captain and the vice-captain got married, he felt more and more like the middle man between them...

"Oh, forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore. It's all tears if I talk too much. If I wasn't afraid that my father would break my legs, I would just run away."

Looking back at the captain's office, Isolde prepared to report again tomorrow.

As for the captain's question about where the deputy captain had gone, he just had to answer truthfully, because he was just an ordinary adjutant after all.

Back in the exclusive lounge, Claire changed into a white uniform and swaggered towards the gate of the floating base.

Along the way, many officers of the air fleet couldn't help but tease Claire because he was dressed so seriously.

"Hey, Claire, which noble lady are you going to meet? You are dressed so formally."

"Go, go, stop talking nonsense, I'm here to visit a friend."

"Friend, what friend? I think it's a sweet sister. Be careful not to be caught by Captain Italia."

"You bastard, you keep hanging around in the Valley of the Wind Manor every day. Be careful or I'll tell that tigress in your family to have your father-in-law hang you up and beat you."

Facing these guys, Claire didn't tolerate them at all and directly retorted.

After passing through two layers of magic barriers, Claire arrived at the gate of the floating base.

"Claire, long time no see." Weilin walked up to him and hugged him, saying affectionately.

Claire looked at the familiar face and said with a smile, "Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. I didn't expect you to be married."

"You're the same. You married your boss without even thinking about it. Isn't it exciting every day?" Letting go of Claire, Weilin teased with a smile.

"Almost. Mainly because my father-in-law is a bit scary. Otherwise, I would... ahem, let's go and talk while we walk."

Seeing Claire's expression, Weilin understood what he meant and nodded, saying, "You're right. Let's go to Flower Poetry Manor first, and then we can talk slowly."

Along the way, Weilin and Claire talked happily.

Kyle and Zeliya followed behind the two, quietly listening to their conversation to satisfy their curiosity.

As for the escort team, they were left in the hotel by Weilin.

He went out to meet friends this time for a private matter and it was inconvenient for him to bring too many people.

The second time he entered the Flower Poetry Manor, Weilin looked around curiously. Compared with ten years ago, there had been many changes.

"Mrs. Hua, long time no see, you are still as beautiful as ever."

The lady had a kind smile on her face and said kindly, "Master Weilin, you are still so polite."

Afterwards, Weilin asked Mrs. Hua for Garden No. 6.

As the four of them arrived at the entrance of the garden, they saw sixteen maids lined up at the door, bowing and saying, "Greetings, sir."

Claire stroked his chin, selected four of the sixteen maids to stay, and waved his hand to let the other twelve go.

Entering the garden, Weilin smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so skilled."

"You've been here so many times, and you're as skilled as I am."

Seeing this guy making faces, Weilin plucked a red flower, sniffed the fragrance, and said, "Just now I heard someone say that if my father-in-law wasn't a little scary, I wouldn't be afraid..."

Having said that, Weilin stopped and found it funny to see this pretentious guy looking embarrassed.

"Damn it! When I first met you, you were such an elegant noble. How come you have become like this after not seeing you for so many years?"

"You are the same, too. You were once a nobleman, but now you have become a veteran among women."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

In fact, no one has changed, it's just that the relationship has become more familiar, and people have put aside the rules and act according to their own temperament.

But isn’t this what a close friend is?

Weilin touched the Krell's arm with his arm and asked with a smile: "Do you want me to fight with you?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

Claire gave Weilin a look and told him to experience it himself.

"Forget it, let's not fight. It's nice to lie here and talk about the past."

After saying this, Weilin lay down, called a maid to bring some drinks, and enjoyed the night view.

Seeing this, Claire also lay down and began to recount the interesting things that happened in the royal capital over the years.

On the other side, Kyle took Zeliya aside and gave him a lecture.

Zelia was deeply touched by Kyle's selfless act of imparting extraordinary knowledge.

Apart from my father, the Lord and Lord Kyle are the best people to me.

Thinking of this, a figure suddenly appeared in Zelia's mind, and he said silently in his heart: "Maybe my senior sister should also be counted."

Looking at Zeliya who was in love, Kyle smiled and slowed down the pace of his lecture, trying not to disturb his thoughts.

In the garden, Weilin put the wine glass in his hand on the table next to him and asked, "In the capital, what industry is the most stable for making money?"

Hearing this, Claire turned around and stared at Weilin with a hint of surprise on his face. He asked curiously, "What's going on? Are you short of money now?"

Facing his friend's question, Weilin did not choose to hide it, and answered frankly: "I plan to buy some property for my subordinate to support his experimental expenses."

"That's the boy who followed you and Kyle."

"Yes, that's the one. In less than ten years, he broke through from a mage apprentice to a silver mage. He is the pillar of our territory's future. We must treat him well."

At this point, Weilin's tone revealed a hint of pride.

"You really show off!"

Claire slowly raised his glass and gestured to Weilin, then said softly, "I will definitely help you, but I will need three days for the butler to conduct an in-depth investigation and find the most suitable industry."

Weilin smiled and raised his glass, clinking it with Claire's. "Thanks. I owe you a favor this time."

"What are you thanking me for? We are brothers." Clare drank the wine in the glass and then said with a smile.

"After this holy war of faith is over, I will take you to visit my airship."

Hearing this, Claire showed astonishment on his face: "You are so capable that you even got an airship. You are worthy of being my brother."

"When I establish a floating fleet, I will definitely ask you to be my first captain."

“That’s a nice thought.”

Under the bright moonlight, the two chatted leisurely. The topics covered exciting adventures, complicated political situations in the kingdom, and occasionally they would have heated debates over a certain point of view.