Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Arriving at the manor where the Duke of Moravia was staying in the royal capital, Weilin and Xuemia, led by the butler, came to the outside of the hall.

"Master Weilin, the Duke is punishing Master Lowell, please be careful." The butler reminded in a low voice, then bowed and left quickly.

Xuemiya reminded quietly: "Weilin, why don't we wait a while."

"You're right, we can wait a while."

In the hall, the Duke of Moravia had a frosty face and said nothing.

Lowell knelt in the hall and knocked his head to the ground, his face pale. He began to regret why he did such a thing with those bad friends.

The young wizard standing by mustered up his courage and asked cautiously, "Father, Lowell..."

"I once said that you are not allowed to use your power to oppress magicians. You are turning a deaf ear to my words."

The seemingly calm words contain indifference to family affection.

Seeing this, the young wizard decisively shut his mouth and dared not speak anymore.

As for his son, he can only wish him good luck, otherwise he, as his father, will be punished.

"Tell me, what were you thinking at that time."

"Grandfather, I...I..."

"I'll give you three minutes to organize your words. If you keep stuttering, you don't need to continue. Just stay in the Demon Flame Cave for a hundred years."

Hearing the Duke of Moravia's words, Lowell broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly explained the whole story, not daring to tell a lie.

Grandpa always keeps his word. When it comes to doing things like this, he doesn't care whether you are his grandson or his apprentice.

"Grandfather, the boy named Zelia is..."

Three minutes later, Lowell told everything he had done, not daring to hide anything.

After listening to his grandson's story, he found that it was basically the same as what Osmond Olier told him.

In addition, the boy named Zelia has a close relationship with his grandson, which seems to be a plan made by this boy twenty years ago.

Judging from his many years of experience, the other party must be a person who bears fate.

The child of miracle, I can only say that he is worthy of being the child of miracle, and is deeply favored by fate.

"Lowell."

"Grandfather." Lowell replied with his head down.

"Am I too indulgent towards your father?"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Lowell's expression froze instantly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

At this moment, the young wizard standing aside was sweating profusely and glared at the brat fiercely. After returning, he would not call himself Ankrol unless he made the beast lie in bed for a year.

"Xiao Wu!"

"Father, tell me."

"Do you want to go to the Devil Flame Cave to practice hard for five years, or choose to stay with your third brother for three years."

The young wizard looked worried and begged, "Father, can I not choose?"

"As the saying goes, if a son is not well-disciplined, it is the fault of his father. If you don't choose a father, I will help you choose one." The Duke of Moravia glanced at Ankrol and said indifferently.

Hearing his father's unquestionable tone, Ankrol took a deep breath and said, "Father, I choose to accompany my third brother for three years."

"You have six months to discipline Lowell. I don't want to hear about him doing evil in the capital again and ruin my reputation."

"Yes, father."

Ankrol lowered his head and answered, then used the magician's hand to grab the frightened Rowell and take him aside, freeing up the hall.

Lowell looked at the violent expression on his father's face, his face pale, and leaned against the pillar. He could already imagine what his father was going to do to him.

After my grandfather spoke, my mother probably didn't dare to plead with my father.

After this incident, I will have to shed a layer of skin if I don't die. If I had known earlier, I should not have gone to the First Magic Academy to act so arrogantly.

"Wei Lin, how long do you want to hear it?"

Outside the hall, Weilin heard his grandfather's voice, straightened his wrinkled clothes, patted his face, and walked in with Xuemiya in steady steps.

"Grandpa, long time no see."

"Xemia has met Grandpa."

Compared to the casual Weilin, Xuemiya seemed much more reserved.

The Duke of Moravia smiled on his cold face and said, "I just came back from the palace and you came right after me."

Rowell's eyes widened when he saw the smile on his grandfather's face.

Compared to his cousin Weilin, he felt like he was picked up.

Thinking back carefully, apart from the smile from my grandfather when I was a child, I never saw it again after I grew up.

Seeing this, Weilin smiled and teased, "Grandpa, that is part of my wealth. I don't feel safe leaving it with you."

"So, my great rat, how do you plan to bring your wealth back home?"

Weilin was stunned for a moment, then he loudly retorted: "Grandpa, this is a blatant slander. I was the deputy director of the Logistics Department. Except for receiving extra military supplies once, I have never been to the Logistics Department again. And all the extra supplies were used in the expeditionary war."

"I remember someone saying he wanted to be a rat."

Weilin saw this, Shanshan smiled and touched the back of his head awkwardly: "Didn't I give up my job after you reminded me?"

"So, during the diplomatic mission to the Kingdom of Teton and the expedition to the Grand Duchy of Brela, the fat rat that ate was definitely not you." The Duke of Moravia looked at Weilin with a smile and laughed.

"Uh--"

"Slander, this is slander, Grandpa, you must have evidence."

Weilin spread his hands and spoke.

No matter what, I would never admit it even if I die.

The expeditionary force's share of wealth was not reduced at all. At most, he took bribes from the native nobles and the royal families of the four countries, and he did so without damaging the interests of the expeditionary force.

Seeing that Weilin refused to admit it, the Duke of Moravia smiled and said in a gentle tone: "Okay, okay, I know you know your limits. This matter can be big or small. Now that the war is over and the military merits have been calculated, let's put an end to it."

"I still need to study those things. I'll send someone to deliver them to you in a few days."

"Also, the kingdom is planning to send an envoy to the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn in September next year. Are you interested in serving as the deputy envoy?"

Upon hearing this, Weilin asked, "Grandpa, who is the envoy?"

"Your father."

"Forget it, I won't go."

Weilin waved his hand and spoke quickly.

"It's up to you. You don't have to go. There are some unusual movements in the Gray Wasteland. The monster clan frenzy is not far away. It will be next year or the year after next. It's better to guard your territory."

When Weilin heard the news revealed by his grandfather, his eyes lit up. This seemed to be an opportunity.

Qixing Territory is no longer a weak territory, and he is no longer a pioneer knight who can only hide in the castle when facing monster clans.