Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In Qixing City, Baird learned of the arrival of the inspectors and immediately sent someone to Xingyue Castle to report the news.

On the other side, Weilin was lazing around in the study in the castle and handling government affairs at the same time.

Weilin looked at the progress of the repair of the war puppet monster, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Sure enough, as long as I persuade my aunt, my uncle will not think of being lazy. I am really a genius."

Unfortunately, the half-month deadline is getting closer, which means my vacation is about to end.

However, there are ways to be lazy in a legitimate way.

Suddenly, the door of the study was opened.

Weilin was startled when he saw this, and immediately put away the smile on his face. He coughed lightly, looked at Hilda, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Hilda placed her hands on her abdomen, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Master, Chief Steward Baird sent someone to tell you that the inspection team from the capital has arrived in Qixing City."

"I understand. Go inform Kyle and ask him to wait for me at the east gate of the castle."

"Yes, Master."

After Hilda left, Verin stood up, picked up his sword, and left the study.

On the training ground, Kyle was sitting aside, holding a book in his left hand and a cup of tea in his right hand, supervising Silas's practice.

This kid has a weak mind and is easily distracted by external things. If I get distracted for a few minutes and then look back, I guarantee I won't see Silas.

Hearing the sound of light footsteps, Kyle put down the book in his hand, turned around and asked, "Hilda, what's the matter?"

Hilda bowed her head and saluted, then began to report: "Lord Kyle, the inspection team has arrived at Qixing City. The master asked you to go to the east gate to wait for him."

"Okay, I get it, you go ahead and do your work."

Kyle waved Hilda away.

Looking back at the empty training ground, Kyle shook his head helplessly, rubbed his temples gently with his hands, then raised his right hand, reached out in the direction of the manor entrance, and grabbed Silas, who had one foot out of the manor, back like a chicken.

The scene changed. Silas looked at his father. The smile on his face froze instantly. He put his hands behind his back and rubbed the corners of his clothes nervously. He lowered his head almost to his chest, not daring to look his father in the eye.

Kyle stood up, folded his arms across his chest, stared sternly at the Holy Flame Spirit, and said helplessly: "Silas, what can I say to you?"

When Silas heard his father's words, he raised his head, opened his eyes wide, pretended to be pitiful, and said in a pleading voice: "Father, I have mastered the skills you mentioned. Now let me go out and play for a while!"

"You said you have mastered it, then let me try to see if you really have it." Kyle said expressionlessly.

Silas smiled slyly when he heard that. Then he patted his chest and said confidently, "Father, you can come."

Seeing the boy's confident look, Kyle nodded calmly, waved his right hand, and created a silver-level faceless clone. He said, "Defeat him, and I'll allow you to go out and play while I'm away."

"If you can't win, then copy the ten angel words I taught you ten times."

"Ten... ten times."

Silas couldn't help swallowing when he heard this.

Writing two angel words would use up all his magic power. If he had to write a hundred angel words, he would have to collapse from exhaustion fifty times.

However, thinking that he could go out and play as long as he agreed to his father's clone, Silas decided to take a gamble.

If you lose, just hug your father's thigh and beg for mercy. I believe he will forgive you this time.

Kyle knew exactly what Silas was thinking and was ready to let him see how evil the human heart was.

"Father, you have to keep your word." Silas jumped onto the training table and shouted to Kyle.

"Don't worry, your father's words are firm."

After saying that, Kyle asked the faceless clone to come on stage.

Silas stared at the faceless clone intently, condensing the holy flame in his hand, ready to let his father take a good look at his strength.

The gold coins fall to the ground and the battle begins.

The faceless clone detonated the magic power in his body, raising his strength to the golden level. He flashed behind Silas, hugged him, and absorbed the magic power in his body.

Under the control of the gold-level faceless clone, Silas was unable to move and could only watch as his magic power was sucked away.

In less than a moment, Silas fell to the ground exhausted, looking up at the sky with disbelief in his eyes, his little heart traumatized.

Kyle came to Silas, squatted down, and said with a smile: "You lost!"

"Father, I don't accept it. You are cheating." Silas stared at Kyle and said dissatisfiedly.

"Then let me ask you, did I ever say that the Faceless Clone's strength must be limited to the same level as yours?"

Silas heard it and tried to recall it. Finally, he shook his head and said, "No."

"Then let me ask you again, do I have any means to restrict duels?"

"Neither... nor."

Kyle spread his hands and said with a smile: "That's it."

"But...but..."

Silas looked unwilling, but when he thought of what his father said, he couldn't refute it.

Kyle helped Silas up and said to him, "Remember what I taught you today. Be cautious in everything. Don't just believe what I say. You just need to think about it. Otherwise, you won't even know you've been sold out."

"I understand, Father."

"Okay, correct your mistakes. After you have rested, go write the angel text." Kyle stood up and said to Silas, "Given your attitude of admitting your mistakes, you don't have to copy it ten times. Five times will be enough."

When Silas heard this, his eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Thank you, father. I'll be leaving now."

"Well, go ahead."

Seeing this kid's silly smile, Kyle couldn't help but shook his head. It seemed that he needed to be educated.

Looking up at the sky, Kyle teleported to the room, picked up the necessary items, and then flashed to the east city gate, waiting for his master to arrive.

In less than a moment, Weilin arrived at the east gate, nodded to Kyle, and then flew towards Qixing City.

At this moment, in the City Lord's Mansion of Qixing City, Baird was warmly entertaining Lester and his party.

Looking at the living room which had not changed much, Lester felt very emotional, as if things and people had changed a lot.

"The Lord has arrived!"

Hearing the guard's voice, Baird and Lester stopped talking, stood up, and walked out of the hall.

"Your humble servant greets the lord." Baird saluted, beating his chest and said respectfully.

"Lester greets Lord Weilin." Lester followed closely and bowed to show respect.

As for the other members of the review team, they all saluted and did not dare to make any disrespectful moves.

Looking at the familiar person, Weilin smiled and said gently: "Brother Lester, long time no see."

Lester showed respect and answered, "Lord Weilin, it has been thirty-five years since we last saw each other."