Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Weilin looked at Mueller's expression and asked with a smile, "Do you know this thing?"

Mueller nodded and responded, "Lord Weilin, this flower is called the Cocoralai Flower in our hometown. It is a magic potion that can enhance the professional's soul's resistance to illusions. The growing conditions are extremely harsh. I also saw it in an ancient book in the church library."

After listening to Mueller's story, Weilin was a little surprised and said, "I really didn't expect that the Fantasy Flower also exists in your world, or this magical plant originated in your world and was finally brought to the world of Ilaria by a legendary strongman."

"Maybe." Muller was a little unsure. After all, this plant might have been brought to the world of Valkham from Illeria by a legendary warrior.

"Okay, let's not dwell on this." Weilin looked at Mueller who was deep in thought, interrupted his thoughts, and said, "I thought about it for a long time, and finally chose to give you this thousand-year-old magical flower as a parting gift. I hope you don't mind."

"Lord Weilin, seeing this precious potion plant..."

Looking at Mueller's excited face, Weilin interrupted him and said, "Okay, okay, I'm glad you can accept it. This way I can feel relieved."

"This farewell may be forever, but we may meet again in the future."

"Mueller, work hard."

Weilin opened his arms and went forward to hug Muller.

Mueller became very agitated when he saw this. He didn't understand why the other party treated him like this, considering that he was just an ordinary person.

"It's late. You should stay in the manor today and return to the barracks tomorrow." Letting go of Muller, Weilin patted his shoulder and said to him.

Mueller held the two books and the wooden box in his arms, looked up at Weilin, and mustered up the courage to ask: "Lord Weilin, I really want to know why you are so special to me."

"The reason is simple, it's just my interest."

"I do things casually, just think of it as me wanting to play an important role in your story."

"Thousands of years later, I hope you won't forget me."

After hearing this, Mueller bowed deeply and said from the bottom of his heart: "Lord Weilin, it is my luck to meet you. I hope we can meet again in the future."

After watching Mueller leave, Weilin looked at Kyle who was sitting beside him drinking tea leisurely, and asked curiously: "What were you talking about with Mueller just now?"

Kyle blew on the tea and said slowly, "I didn't say anything. I just listened to Mueller telling some funny stories from their world."

"That's it!"

Kyle simply ignored the suspicious look on his master's face.

"After the Crusaders leave, you will accompany me to the northwest area of ​​the Tira Forest. This trip may take several months, so remember to arrange your affairs."

Kyle took a sip of tea slowly and replied, "I understand, my lord."

Three days later, at the port of Denakmo in the Vahlan region of the Grand Duchy of Merezakli, Verin and important generals of the 15th Army gathered here to see off more than 10,000 Crusader warriors.

After ten years of fighting, only about 10,000 of the original 15,000 Crusaders remain, with nearly one-third killed in action.

Looking at the military flag fluttering in the wind, Weilin looked at the ship gradually going away with a somewhat lonely expression.

After all, this is the unit that I have been with for ten years, so I have some feelings for it.

After more than a thousand warships disappeared on the sea level, Weilin turned around, looked at the people with serious faces, and said, "Everyone, disperse. Those who have things to do, go and do them. Those who don't have anything to do, go and practice."

"Yes, my Lord."

After everyone dispersed, Weilin and Kyle left the port of Denakmo and flew eastward.

Since fate only gave a rough area, he had to find the remains of the magic puppet army that buried the ancient magic civilization of the Metagea plane by himself.

The northwest region, judging from the map alone, is as large as one and a half Teton Kingdoms. I don’t know if it can be found in a few months.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t find it, just treat it as a long vacation for yourself.

After fighting for ten years, it's time to relax and unwind.

In the next few months, Weilin and Kyle traveled around and enjoyed the cultural scenery along the way.

……

In early May of the Glorious Year 9763, a mountain-moving eagle was dragging two humans through the depths of the jungle.

Looking at the fleeing monsters along the way, the Mountain Eagle drooled. But when he thought of these two horrible humans, he shuddered with fear and continued to fly at a low altitude.

There were two lounge chairs on the back of the mountain eagle. The two of them lay on them leisurely, basking in the sun, enjoying the fruits, and chatting casually.

"What are we going to eat tonight?" Weilin grabbed a sweet wind fruit, took a bite, and instantly felt that his understanding of nature had improved a lot.

Kyle took the book off his face and said in a lazy tone, "At sunset, randomly select a lucky monster to try out the new dish I conceived."

"New dish?" Weilin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, recalling the dish he had half a month ago. It looked ugly in appearance, but the taste was unexpectedly good.

At that moment, Weilin felt that even the soul of a demon could be cooked into a delicious dish as long as Kyle was given some time to study it.

Of course, he had no interest in that kind of thing.

"If it's like last time, I won't eat it."

"is it?"

Kyle looked at Weilin with a half-smile and said, "Why do I remember you saying this?"

"Did you?" Weilin said calmly, without any embarrassment, "I'm sure I didn't say that. If I deceived you, let me fool around for a few more months."

"It seems you really didn't say that." Kyle looked helpless, but he didn't care too much.

"Wow—"

The Mountain Eagle roared, attracting the attention of the two men.

Looking down, I saw a large group of adventurers gathering around a lost dungeon.

The rocks collapsed, revealing the underground city below.

At this moment, thousands of adventurers looked up at the sky. The 15-meter-long mountain-moving eagle made them break out in cold sweats.

With their numerical advantage, they will definitely be able to kill the monster, but who is willing to become cannon fodder?

"Master, this isn't the place." Kyle glanced around and spread his thoughts out, but when they touched the dungeon, they were bounced back.

On the other side, Weilin encountered the same situation, and his thoughts were blocked outside the dungeon.

"Go down and take a look. If it is, then clear the area. If it is not, then search for another two months and then head to Naxos City."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mountain Moving Eagle flew downwards according to Kyle's instructions.