Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"I remember you said before..."

"My lord, the past was the past, and the present is now. Hasn't Cecilia woken up?" Kyle responded with a smile on his face.

"this and that……"

"Never mind. It's only a few hours less."

Weilin made up his mind and acted as if he didn't care.

Except for Silas who doesn't understand the world, Kyle and Shemya both understand the bitterness in Weilin's heart.

After finishing the work, Weilin began to write a letter to his grandfather, and then called Miller to deliver the letter to the manor in the East City District of the royal capital.

……

Inside the manor, the Duke of Moravia looked at his grandson's special messenger, waved his hand to take the letter, and opened it to take a look.

Looking at the content above, the situation was exactly as he expected.

First, he euphemistically mentioned the remaining promise, and then tried to cover up the three-year deadline with family affection.

"This kid is really ruthless!"

If it was a plea from Lysis, he would have ignored it, but facing Verin, the Duke of Moravia had more factors to consider.

Osmond Olier, the war mage of the East Tower and the favorite disciple of the old man Calix Silves, has been trapped in the high level of soul for two hundred years.

He was a high-level soul arcanist when he got married, and now his only daughter is already a golden mage, and this guy is still a high-level soul arcanist.

In the eyes of the Duke of Moravia, Osmond was as good as his disciple.

The only difference between the two is that one has offspring and the other does not.

But, becoming a legend is not that easy.

There are many geniuses who are promoted to a high level of soul consciousness after they are over a hundred years old, but most of them are trapped at this level and cannot make any progress in their entire lives. They live in mediocrity for more than eight hundred years and eventually pass away, or go far away and die quietly in a corner where no one knows.

"This kid Weilin is known as the child of miracles. Maybe a miracle will really happen."

"I will first write a letter to that old fellow Calix Silves, explaining the pros and cons and asking for a large sum of money. I think he will not be stingy with his treasures for the sake of his useless disciple. Maybe I can even borrow his thing to study it."

"If I do this, I can not only fulfill my promise to that kid, but also earn a favor from Calix Silvester. I can also test how much fate this kid is carrying."

Putting away his scattered thoughts, the Duke of Moravia looked down at Miller and answered, "Go back and tell that kid to go to the First Magic Academy to pick him up in three days."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Duke." Miller bowed his head and then turned and left.

The Duke of Moravia took out a magic crystal, recorded what he wanted to say into it, tore open the space, threw it into it, and then put his hands behind his back, ready to see what Lowell was doing.

……

On the seventh floor of the War Mage Tower in the East Tower of the Northern District of the Royal Capital, Osmond Olier finished his meditation and said, "Come in."

Outside the mithril door, Gabriella looked a little timid. She took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked in.

She knew that her father loved her very much, but he would never listen to her advice on matters like this.

But for Zeliya, she wanted to give it a try.

If her father didn't want to go, then she would go by herself.

But when she thought about parting with her father, she felt very reluctant.

"Gabriella, what do you want?"

Looking at his daughter, a smile appeared on Osmond Olier's cold face. He waved to her and asked her to come over to him.

Gabriella came to Osmond with mixed feelings and sat next to him.

"You look so depressed, maybe that kid Zelia made you angry?"

"Father, I..."

"Humph, it looks like it's that brat. Wait for your father to break his legs first."

Osmond snorted coldly and prepared to get up and leave.

Seeing this, Gabriella lost her ability to think, stepped forward, took Osmond's hand, and said anxiously: "Father, it's not what you think, Zeliya didn't make me angry."

With his daughter's help, Osmond sat down and asked, "Why do you look so depressed?"

"Father, it's like this..."

Losing her mind, and in order to protect Zelia, Gabriella had to tell the whole story.

After listening to his daughter's statement, Osmond had figured out the whole story.

Looking at her father's indifferent expression, Gabriella lowered her head and dared not speak.

After a long moment, Osmond sighed.

If it was someone else who instigated this, with his strength and reputation, he would definitely make the other party pay the price.

But facing this child of miracle, he had no way to deal with it.

He once heard his teacher say that people who bear the fate of others are loved by the world. If one offends them rashly, at best, everything will go wrong, and at worst, bad luck will befall him.

Although Osmond had never seen such a thing happen, his teacher, who treated him as his own son, would never deceive him.

"From today on, you..."

"Osmond, come meet me at the Cassis Mage Tower."

Before he could finish, the teacher's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"is teacher."

Omons bowed his head in response, then looked at his daughter, imprisoned her in the secret room, and admonished her in a gentle tone: "Gabriella, bear with it for a while and wait for me to come back."

After saying this, Osmond disappeared into the Mage Tower.

Looking at her father leaving, Gabriella murmured helplessly: "Father, I am not a child."

She understood that this was her father's love for him and had no complaints about it.

……

A young man stood on the top of the Cassis Mage Tower, looking out at the capital, thinking in his heart about what Moravia had said.

The Aix family, he remembered that the man Alicia married was Ilysis, the heir of Count Eagle.

However, he had many students, but only a few apprentices.

"Good afternoon, teacher."

Osmond came to the top of the Cassis Mage Tower, bowed and saluted to express his respect to the young man.

"Osmond, how long did it take you to enter the Soul Level?"

Osmond was a little confused when he heard this question, but he answered truthfully: "Teacher, I was promoted to a low-level soul arcanist in the spring of the 9438th year of the Glorious Calendar. That year was also when I turned years old."

The young man turned around, looked at his apprentice, and said softly: "After you were promoted to a low-level Soul Arcanist, you grew to a high-level Soul in less than a hundred years, but in the next two hundred years, you made no progress."

"Yes, teacher." Osmond replied with his head down.

Osmond didn't want to recall all the bitterness.

If it weren't for his daughter as spiritual support, he felt that he might have gone crazy by now.