Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

January 9764, 1 in the Glorious Calendar.

Outside the Church of Life, Weilin was dressed in formal attire, standing shoulder to shoulder with five other people, standing behind his father.

Seventy-two gold-level temple knights, clad in silver-white armor, stood in two rows, holding their swords, with firm and sharp eyes, looking straight ahead, their robes embroidered with the emblem of the church dancing in the wind.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sunlight gradually became stronger, like a beam of golden arrows, sprinkling on every corner of the church.

The bells rang melodiously, spreading from the church in all directions and penetrating the soul.

"The ceremony begins!"

"Please invite Angus Akers, Earl of Eagle, to come in and receive the title!"

A melodious voice came, echoing in everyone's ears.

Looking at his father's back, Weilin gave him his blessings.

After eight hundred years, the Ecks family finally reached this point, surpassing the earl status and becoming a marquis.

With a serious expression on his face, Angus walked through the ranks of seventy-two gold-level temple knights and twelve soul-level temple knights and came into the solemn temple.

Under the statue of the Goddess of Life, King Belgrav Silvester of the Kingdom of Ilia turned sideways and took a step back.

"Pious worship!"

Under the chanting of a soul-level life priest, Angus knelt on his knees and saluted the statue.

In an instant, a divine light emerged and shot into Angus' body.

Everyone turned their eyes to Angus, waiting for the goddess's judgment.

Whether a viscount is promoted to earl, or an earl is promoted to marquis, the first step is for the gods to determine their camp.

The method of judging the secular camp has the possibility of being deceived.

The gods use rules to judge the camp of believers, which cannot be concealed.

If they are judged to be in the evil camp, they will be purified in an instant.

If judged as the good camp, the divine light will become a gift, repairing the damage to the body and soul and improving strength.

Judged as a neutral camp, there is no punishment or reward.

After a while, the divine light left Angus's body and returned to the statue.

After the first ritual, Angus stood up.

"Your Majesty, please confer the title!"

Upon hearing this, Belgrave picked up the cloak on the tray held by the soul-level guard, came to Angus, tied it on him personally, and then took out an extraordinary knight sword and handed it to Angus.

The warlike spirit prevailed in the Kingdom of Ilia, which originated before the establishment of the kingdom, and its title-conferring ceremony was also inherited from the founder of the Principality of Ilia.

"His Majesty!"

A soul-level guard came to Belgrave's side and presented him with a purple ylang-ylang badge that was emitting a strange light.

"Sir Angus, I, Belgrave Silves, the 25th King of the Kingdom of Ilia, would like to congratulate the Ecks family on their promotion to a Marquisate family. May the goddess of life protect you, and may you share the honor of the Kingdom of Ilia."

After the recitation, Belgrave took the purple ylang-ylang flower badge and placed it on Angus' chest.

In a sense, the Marquis is the highest-ranking noble in the Kingdom of Ilia.

Only legends can become dukes. If a legend dies, he will be automatically demoted to a marquis.

Legends are the cornerstone of a country.

There is a widely circulated saying in the world of Ilaria: legends do not belong to the country, the country belongs to the legends.

After the second ritual, Belgrave stepped aside.

"baptism!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Anastasia picked up the ylang-ylang wreath soaked in holy water of life and came to Angus.

Seeing this, Angus lowered his head with a serious look on his face.

Under the purification of the legendary magic, Angus seemed to return to his mother's arms and his soul was purified.

After putting the wreath on Angus's head, Saint Anastasia smiled gently and said softly, "Congratulations, Angus Akers. The Goddess of Life always protects her believers. May you spread the faith of the Goddess."

Listening to Saint Anastasia's voice, Angus replied respectfully: "Saint, thank you for your blessing."

"Please turn around!"

At the priest's direction, Angus turned around and faced the door.

In the temple, except for a few legends and kings, everyone bowed their heads and saluted, saying, "We greet the Marquis of Eagle."

Angus turned and returned the salute as a sign of respect.

After the ceremony, Angus stepped aside and waited for the six earls to be crowned.

Outside the temple, Weilin watched everyone enter the Church of Life one by one.

Compared to the time required to be conferred a marquisate, the time required to be conferred an earl is only half.

More than two hours later, when he heard his name, Weilin took a deep breath and walked towards the temple.

At this moment, he was actually a little nervous.

After passing through the majestic guard of honor, Weilin arrived in the hall.

Seeing the newcomer, everyone turned their eyes to Weilin. They were very familiar with this man who was about to become the earl.

The father-son duel two days ago allowed them to witness the strength of this future rising star, and they couldn't help but feel envy for Angus.

There is nothing surprising about the father being stronger than the son.

They want their son to be better than their father. That is what they desire.

Who doesn't want the family to be strong from generation to generation? But it's just a thought. It's extremely difficult to actually achieve this goal.

"Pious worship!"

Under the guidance of the priest, Weilin knelt on his knees and worshiped the statue.

The next moment, the statue burst into light, illuminating everyone.

Feeling the baptism of divine power, everyone was shocked, with disbelief in their eyes.

At the same time, Weilin's eyes revealed confusion as he stared at the smooth floor, not knowing what to do.

After a moment, a shadow appeared and walked out from the statue.

In an instant, most people in the temple knelt on their knees to show their respect to the gods.

Belgrave Silvester, King of the Kingdom of Ilia, knelt on one knee and performed a half-salute.

The three legends bowed in greeting.

"Anastasia."

"My God."

The saint responded.

“Bring me the ylang-ylang garland.”

"Yes."

Anastasia came to the holy pool, took out the ylang-ylang wreath soaked in the holy water of life, came to the phantom of the god, and presented it with both hands.

The shadowy god took the wreath, came to Weilin, and placed it on his head.

"My most devout believer, I hope you can bring me new glory."

The voice seemed to come from outer space, full of majesty and kindness.

"I will, Coronet."

Feeling the warm touch, Weilin answered subconsciously.

The next moment, his soul vibrated, and the third soul skill took shape naturally, allowing him to complete all the journey of the initial stage of soul consciousness. The next step was just to polish his foundation, and in less than five years, he would be able to become a mid-level soul consciousness knight.