Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In the following time, Weilin began to discuss important matters with Ruili, but he kept silent about the promises made regarding important events, or avoided the topic.

He is still unsure of Ruili's true identity, nor is he sure whether what the other party said before was a lie. A deeper transaction will require some time.

Three hours later, after sending each other out of the Messier demiplane, Weilin and Kyle sat on the ground and looked at each other.

"Who do you think is behind the mask behind Riley?" Weilin leaned back, lay on the grass, looked up at the night sky, and asked.

Hearing this, Kyle thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I feel that the other person is the third princess, Eler Bella."

"It's dark under the lamp."

"Yes, my lord." Kyle nodded and replied, "The more impossible something is, the more likely it is. After all, there are too many examples of such things."

"I don't think it's possible." Weilin closed his eyes, feeling the strong magical energy in the air, and said, "I am more inclined to believe that the person under the mask is either the fourth princess Lydia or the fifth princess Eleanor."

"She used a lot of distracting language. For example, when she said she was 30 years old, her voice was a little low and her eyes were a little drifting, which was a sign of lying."

"But this alone cannot determine her true identity."

At this point, Weilin opened his eyes, sat up, looked at Kyle, and said with a smile: "How about we make a bet?"

Kyle hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

"If I win, give me a year of free time. If you win, I promise not to be lazy." Weilin said to Kyle as if he had made up his mind.

"Sure." Kyle answered without much hesitation.

According to past rules, our team has more defeats than wins, so our chances of winning are still very high.

"Okay, it's time to go back. Tomorrow I plan to visit various areas in Teton City. I've been here for more than half a month. It's time to go out and stretch my muscles."

"Yes, my lord."

Kyle stood up and saluted, then left the Messier demiplane and returned to Mount Willick. He sensed the situation around him, and when he saw that no one was watching him, he disappeared and returned to Cummins Manor.

The next morning, Weilin changed into casual clothes, took Kyle and several guards, and left Cummings Manor.

There were countless spies from various forces around the manor, but at the same time, they all fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the manor, Weilin put away the Qingmu Staff, looked at the effect of the soul-level spell [Parasitic Sleep], and nodded with satisfaction.

Use your own magic power or fighting spirit as the energy source to construct a horror dream until the last bit of magic power and fighting spirit is drained, otherwise it will be impossible to escape from the horror dream.

After waking up, the occupation level will drop by one level. The weak ones will die on the spot and turn into black ash. This can be regarded as a warning to those who are blind.

After doing all this, Weilin put his hands behind his back and swaggered towards the city.

Dressed in casual clothes and with a few guards, he looked like a nobleman, making the common people in the northern part of Teton avoid him.

Watching these people's actions, Weilin could keenly sense their disgust for the children of nobles, but he did not dare to show it to their faces for fear of bringing disaster to his family.

"Boy, if I let you live, you can live. If I let you die, your whole family must die."

Weilin heard this in the crowded crowd and quickly looked for the source of the voice.

Looking at his master's actions, Kyle knew what he was going to do without even thinking.

As expected, Weilin took two steps at a time, squeezed into the crowd, came to the front, and ate the melon with relish.

"Lord Kyle, should we follow?" Miller asked cautiously as he looked at the disappearing lord.

Kyle sensed the location of the master, turned around and told Miller, "Go to the tavern next door and have a drink first. The master and I will come to find you later."

"Yes, my lord."

Weilin stood behind a child in the crowd of onlookers and witnessed this familiar scene.

"You are just a lowly person, and you dare to compete with me for a woman? You don't want to live anymore." A noble boy stepped on the head of a man in gorgeous clothes and mocked loudly.

The young man spitting blood gritted his teeth, buried his anger deep in his heart, and dared not refute.

"Julia, come here." The nobleman felt unsatisfied and called the pretty girl to his side. He put his arms around her and said sarcastically, "Boy, if you call me grandpa a few times, I can let Julia sleep with you for a few days."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!

Both the noble boy's guards and the civilians watching had dull expressions and were stunned.

At this moment, even Weilin and Kyle, who were in the crowd, were no exception. They all sighed in their hearts that the nobles of the Teton Kingdom were just playing around.

As for the pretty girl in the arms of the noble boy, she could only force a smile and dared not spoil the other's mood.

After hearing these words, the young man's face flushed, he raised his head abruptly, struggled to stand up, his body trembling slightly, and stared at the noble boy with a strong sense of humiliation in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Suddenly, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood. The bright red liquid splashed onto the stone slab, forming a glaring bloodstain.

His body shook a few times, then he fell straight to the ground and lost consciousness.

"You're dizzy already? How boring..."

The noble boy looked at this scene, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile. He rubbed the girl in his arms roughly, with a look of regret on his face.

"Master Noyce, you want to kill him and the Beibei Chamber of Commerce..." The middle-aged guard came to the ear of the noble boy and whispered with ruthlessness in his eyes.

Looking at the crowd of onlookers, the young nobleman shook his head and said, "His Majesty and the Queen have issued an order that no malicious incidents are allowed to occur before the negotiations are concluded."

"Besides, it's just a mere ant. Do I need to care about it?"

"Master, you are right. I was rude."

The noble boy looked at the boy lying on the ground, stretched out his hand to pull out the breast cloth of the girl in his arms, threw it in the other's face, and then walked away.

After the other party left, several middle-aged people hiding in the crowd came to the boy and carried him away in a hurry.

The protagonist left the stage and the audience around him also dispersed one after another.

Weilin stroked his chin, recalling the scene just now, and found it very interesting.