Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

At eight o'clock in the evening, it was this important moment again.

Lying on the bed, looking at the top of the tent, I heard a sound.

The last time fate warned me that I was done, but the incarnation of the Outer God still ran away. It was not done, but I did stop the group of necromancers from going to the West Hill Province.

The scene of the battle between the ascetic of the Dawn Church, Gerard, and the Outer God also revealed a strangeness, as if he was deliberately setting a trap, but it seemed not so simple.

When leaving the interlayer space, Weilin heard Gerard say that the war was about to begin.

"Is this all a play? Someone wants to get the coordinates of the plane world where the Outer God is, so they set up a game."

I know too little and can't see the plan behind this incident clearly. Who knows what those gods are doing, planning the other party's power, or peeping into the other party's world, or the Ilaria world is looking for "food".

"This war will end soon, at most in two years."

Welin had a hunch that the war between the Kingdom of Ilia, the Kingdom of Bashio and the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom would soon come to an end, and even the war between the Ashe Magic Kingdom and the Holy Dwarf Mountain Kingdom would end and enter the negotiation stage.

[Three years later, a mutant white thorn flower will appear at the border between the Misty Forest and the Silver Dragon Burke Kingdom's Isolde Territory, which has the effect of soothing the soul. ]

"It will only appear in three years. The time interval is so long, let's talk about it later."

Welin felt a little disappointed in his heart, which was a normal reminder. He pulled the quilt over and began to rest.

...

At night, in the camp of the 148th Legion of the 30th Legion, Count Celtic Sedes made a tour. As soon as he returned to the territory, he saw his confidant coming forward.

"My Lord, this is the invitation letter from Lord Weilin, the commander of the 135th Legion of the 27th Legion. His guardian knight asked me to hand it to you."

"Invitation letter?"

Kelt was a little confused. He took the invitation letter, opened it and looked at it. Looking at the invitation information on it, he gradually understood something in his heart.

He also knew a little about the news that the entire 27th Legion had made a fortune.

There were only eight months left before the end of the alert mission. The other party took the initiative to invite him, and the purpose was very obvious.

"Prepare a set of formal clothes and three boxes of wine I brought. I will use it tomorrow night." Celt heard that the commander of the 135th Legion liked to drink, and sending his own collection of fine wine was a qualified gift.

"Yes, my Lord."

The middle-aged man bowed and saluted, left here, and went to prepare what he needed for tomorrow.

The next afternoon, Kyle worked as a banquet planner and a part-time chef.

As for the waiter, "Gray" was in charge. He had a solemn, mature and steady appearance, and was also the only idle person.

As for Orlando, Hebrew and Cassius, they were stationed in important areas to prevent slave riots and external attacks.

As the sun set, Celt came to the appointment in a black dress with twelve attendants.

"Thank you for coming, Captain Celt." Weilin stepped forward and hugged him cordially, saying hello.

"Don't be so distant, just call me by my name, no need to add honorifics." Celt replied with a smile and said to Weilin.

The two of them were very tacit and didn't talk about seniority or anything like that.

According to normal seniority, he wanted to call Celt uncle, not to mention that Weilin couldn't say it, even Celt didn't want to agree, which would alienate the relationship between the two sides invisibly.

"This is wine soaked in red and blue flowers, with a storage time of sixty years, which helps to increase the speed of fighting spirit." Celt ordered three wooden boxes to be lifted up, then opened the box in the middle, took out a bottle of wine from it, and explained to Weilin.

"Thank you for your gift. I will accept it without hesitation."

Wei Lin did not reject the other party's kindness. He waved his hand to call three guards to move the three boxes of wine to the tent next to him and invited Celt to sit down.

Celt saw the other party accept his gift with a smile on his face. He was relieved in his heart, fearing that the other party would refuse.

Not long after, Russell arrived.

"Celt, let me introduce you to this, this is the commander of the 134th Legion, Count Russell Kurisko, my friend."

"Russell, this is Count Celt Sedes, the commander of the 148th Legion of the 30th Legion."

Seeing this, the two greeted each other and exchanged a few words, which was considered a formal acquaintance.

Then, "Gray" served the dishes as a waiter.

"Try it, this is the dish made by my brother, and it tastes very good." Wei Lin said to the two with a smile.

Seeing this, Celt and Russell did not hesitate to pick up their knives and forks and began to share the ferocious tiger steaks on the plate.

Tasting the taste, the two showed satisfied expressions.

The meat of the gold-level fierce tiger is paired with Kyle's cooking. Even if Weilin eats it many times, he will never feel tired of it.

Half an hour after the dinner, when the three of them had almost finished chatting, Weilin began to reveal the purpose of this banquet.

Celt and Russell put down their knives and forks tacitly and focused their eyes on Weilin.

"I have more than 30 resource mining sites. Now there are only eight months left before the end of the alert mission, but it is estimated that the mining time will take three years. Once we evacuate, these great resources will be left to the dwarves for nothing."

"Velin is right. Our legion also has some resources. Due to personnel issues, we are also facing some difficulties, but fortunately we can still cope with it." Russell understood and spoke.

Celt's face was calm, but his heart was turbulent. He had heard a little about the 27th Legion's fortune, but he didn't expect that the other party actually had so many resource points. It really made people envy the other party's good luck.

"It is indeed a waste to leave it to the dwarves for nothing." Celt followed the words of the two and said.

In a few words, the three people cooperated tacitly and quickly led the topic to outsourcing.

One wanted to outsource, one wanted to outsource, and the other acted as a witness, and soon the matter was settled.

"Brother Celt, I will hand over the 26 resources in my hands to your legion."

"I didn't look for anyone else for the 30th Legion and five legions, but for you, because your style of doing things makes people feel that you are a reliable person."

"Velin, thank you for your appreciation, which gave me this precious opportunity to get some wealth with you." Celt replied with a smile and thanked Velin.

"Except for the 20% you hand over to the headquarters, you only need to give me 20%, and the remaining resources mined will be at your disposal." Weilin said generously.

Russell saw this and whispered: "Kelt, you know, it's not easy to get these resources in my hands. Thanks to Weilin's uncle, it wouldn't be so easy otherwise."

Kelt nodded after hearing this, and did not doubt Russell's words.

Bamond, the chief of staff of the 27th Corps, is the uncle of Weilin, the commander of the 135th Corps. This information is not only known to the nobles of the 27th Corps, but also to the upper and middle levels of the 30th Corps.