Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After a brief exchange, the two got down to business.

"Grandfather, the Black Rock Army and the Badak Army have nearly 100,000 people. I can hand them all over to you, but the reward you give me cannot be less than a penny." Weilin had a stern face and an uncompromising attitude.

Salair rolled up his sleeves, exposing his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Wein, the Principality of Silves is just established, and money is needed everywhere. For Xuemia's sake, can you give less, how about 100 million gold coins?"

“Grandfather, not to mention for my wife’s sake, even for my father’s sake, you can’t do less.” Weilin was determined, staring into his grandfather’s eyes.

This old guy is so mean. He never cuts the price in half right away. It's hard for me to bargain.

Watching the grandfather and grandson bargaining, no one dared to breathe.

The Bufield children retreated several meters, not daring to face their grandfather's aura.

Salair rubbed his iron fists, his beard flying in anger: "You little bastard, I am your grandfather."

"Hehehe, of course you are my grandfather. If it were anyone else, I would have to charge 300 million gold coins." Weilin crossed his arms across his chest and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Since we can't come to an agreement, how about we have a fight? Whoever wins will retreat."

Weilin's mouth curled slightly, and he couldn't wait to say, "Grandfather, you said that."

Looking at the expression of his grandson-in-law, Saleel felt like he was being bullied by him.

However, this kid is only 61 years old this year. It is impossible for a young boy to have such a scheme.

"Bulfeld."

"Father, please give me your orders." Bufield stepped forward and saluted, asking respectfully.

"Go clear out the Beast Arena."

"Yes, father."

After watching Bufield leave, Salair looked at Weilin and said, "Walk with me."

"kindness."

Weilin nodded, signaled Kyle to move freely, and followed his grandfather out of the palace.

After a while, only six young people were left in the palace hall.

The tall and thin young man looked around and whispered, "Sister, that brother-in-law Weilin is really fierce. He dares to talk to Grandpa like that."

Seeing this, the red-haired young man agreed, "Second brother is right. Normally when I talk to Grandpa, I dare not look him in the eye, for fear of being lectured by him."

The woman in red armor had sharp eyes, no longer the weak image she had before, and said, "If you could become a Soul Knight at such a young age, how dare you talk to Grandpa like this."

"Didn't father say that? Ever since Second Uncle beat Grandpa down, Grandpa has never objected to anything that our branch of the clan would say."

"To put it bluntly, my grandfather has a belligerent personality. He will admire whoever can defeat him."

One of the youngest girls sighed and said, "It's all my father's fault. It would have been great if he could have beaten Grandpa down."

"Hey, little sister, I heard that. Be careful and I'll tell dad."

"Go if you can. I'll take back all the beatings I've received from you."

Looking at the two people bickering, the red-armored woman waved her hand to stop the quarrel and said, "Don't think about these things. Practice hard and improve your own strength. That's the hard truth."

"The Black Rock Army and the Badak Army will definitely be handed over to us in the end. You should read more military books recently, otherwise you will not be able to answer a single word when grandpa tests you, and end up being trained for a week."

Hearing the word "special training", the other five people shuddered. They would rather swim 3,000 miles in the sea than undergo a week of special training under their grandfather.

In less than a moment, everyone dispersed and returned to their respective manors or castles to start studying day and night.

On the garden path, Weilin and Salair walked side by side.

"Welin! What do you think of my grandchildren?" Salier asked, putting his hands behind his back and looking at the flowers competing for beauty.

Hearing this question, Weilin recalled the strength and mental outlook of his cousins.

The strongest one was a woman in red armor, low-level gold, just slightly lower than Bufield.

The weakest one is a young man in black, mid-silver level.

"Very good, at least in my opinion, it's very good."

Salair stopped, turned his head and looked at Weilin, sighed, and said with emotion: "From the perspective of the entire kingdom, they are indeed good, but in my opinion, only my granddaughter is qualified, and the others are not qualified. But their talents are like this, and we can't force it."

"Grandfather, some things can't be forced."

"Compared to disciplining several cousins, I think you should focus more on Uncle Bullfield."

"This... well, let's not talk about it for now."

Salier suddenly fell silent and did not continue the topic.

Seeing this, Weilin did not ask any further questions, perhaps there was something unspeakable going on.

However, this is my grandfather's family affair after all, so it is better for me not to get involved unless he asks me for help.

……

Three days later, in the Beast Arena, Weilin and Saler stood on each side.

In the audience stands, apart from a few people, there were only the palace guards on duty around.

"start."

As Bufield gave the order, Salair rushed towards Weilin with two swords in hand.

Judging from his momentum, he used a killing move right from the start.

Vaelin raised his hand and called upon the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death.

Facing Saleir's full-strength attack, the Life-Knight raised his lance and blocked it.

Looking at the two knights who suddenly appeared, Salair's eyes were filled with caution: "It seems that I thought I had overestimated Weilin, but it seems that I still underestimated him."

"Grandfather, try your best. Defeat these two knights, and then you can fight me."

After saying this, Weilin retreated to the edge of the arena, sat down on the ground and watched the fight.

Salier opened up his full strength and began to fight with the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death, using all kinds of fighting skills, but they were all resolved by the two knights.

The sound of weapons colliding echoed all around, shocking the minds of more than a thousand people.

The red-armored woman, in particular, clenched her fists tightly. But when she thought of the gap between her and Weilin, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. There are differences between geniuses.

As time passed, Salier, a veteran of no less than ten thousand battles, showed signs of decline.

Standing at the edge of the arena, looking at the two knights attacking from the left and right, the horror in his eyes became even greater.

At first, he still had a certain advantage, but these two terrifying creatures had strong learning abilities and cooperated with each other tacitly. In the end, they directly overwhelmed him and he had no power to fight back.

"I surrender."

Weilin heard his grandfather's words and waved his hand to stop the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death.