Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

In a forest somewhere in the north of Qixing Lake, the gnoll Rogers led hundreds of carefully selected guards, carrying a large amount of wealth and valuable items, and walked through it carefully.

A gnoll who had followed Rogers for a long time was full of doubts. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the main force, he suppressed his fear and asked: "Leader, why do we have to leave the main force, take the financial report, and go against the original plan to leave from the north."

The one-armed Rogers riding on the back of a gnoll opened his eyes. His fierce eyes made the gnoll who asked the question startled, and he began to regret making this decision.

"I suspect that the missing Dorago fell into the hands of humans. The original evacuation plan has been exposed. In addition, we are carrying so many human captives on the way back. Do you think those human nobles will let us leave the border safely?"

The gnoll with low IQ was even more confused, but he was very sensible and nodded in agreement.

Rogers looked at this fool who pretended to know with disappointment, waved his hand and told him to go to the back and not appear in front of him.

He looked up at the sky, calculating the distance silently in his heart.

"We can leave here in two days."

This journey as a cannon fodder made him firmly believe that he would never come again next time.

After returning, Rogers decided to use two-thirds of his wealth to bribe the clan leaders to improve his status and strength to avoid being selected as the cannon fodder leader next time.

Covering his missing arm, Rogers' eyes became fierce.

"The revenge of the broken arm will be paid tenfold."

On the other side, Weilin dispatched six silver knights and twelve knight attendants to leave the Praying Star Lake and head towards the Gray Mist Mountain in the north.

Compared with the rapid increase in the strength of the territory in a short period of time, Weilin valued the safe development time of thirty years more.

For this reason, he brought all the seven-color life flowers with him in case of emergency.

Gray Mist Mountain is more than 100 kilometers away from the Praying Star Lake. If you travel at full speed, it only takes one day to arrive.

Along the way, there was no obstruction. Except for a few blind goblins, basically no monsters were encountered.

"My Lord, this is the place."

Wei Lin drove his horse forward, looking at the thousand-meter-high mountain shrouded in fog, and was shocked.

"It's getting late, set up camp here, and search the mountain tomorrow morning."

Then, the twelve knight attendants began to set up camp, feed horses, and make fire to cook. The other six silver knights patrolled the surroundings and drove away wild beasts.

There was still one day before the arrival of the legendary wizard.

Wei Lin sat on a big rock, closed his eyes, followed the light in his heart, and roughly felt the direction and distance of the legendary magician's fall.

"Northwest, two kilometers." Wei Lin opened his eyes, looked into the distance, and said with deep eyes.

"My Lord, the tent is ready." A knight attendant came to Wei Lin and reported respectfully.

Looking at this young man, he has reached the strength of a mid-level knight attendant.

"Your name is Cyril, and you are Baird's knight attendant." Wei Lin stood up and said gently.

Cyril stood up straight, with respect and joy in his eyes, and said excitedly: "Yes, my lord."

"Yes, you have a good talent. I hope you will keep up the good work."

"My lord, I will."

Patting the excited young man, Weilin walked slowly towards the tent.

Entering the tent, Weilin put down the knight's short sword he carried with him, took off the heavy armor, felt the cool air in the air, and sat on the blanket.

"It seems that Baird's education is playing a certain role."

In theory, the vassal of the vassal is not my vassal, but this set is very disgusting to Weilin. He does not want an uncontrollable military group to appear under his command.

At this stage, without perfect education, he can only hope for this master-apprentice system.

Once he develops to a certain extent, he will learn the family's set, with one group of people responsible for training and another group of people responsible for combat, and the only object of loyalty is himself.

Half an hour later, a silver knight came to Weilin's tent with a bowl of broth and placed it on a low wooden table.

"My Lord, there is no danger around."

Wei Lin did not eat first, but looked at the silver knight Raymondo and said calmly: "Raymondo, I remember that you were born as a merchant apprentice."

"My Lord is right. Thanks to the cultivation of my family and your cultivation, I can get to where I am today." Raymondo responded respectfully with a strange look in his eyes.

"Next, I intend to let you regain your family skills. Are you willing?"

Raymondo was silent when he heard this, and he was struggling in his heart.

Wei Lin was not in a hurry, and looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.

If he was unwilling, it would not be too late for him to train a caravan leader. Cyril was good and quite smart.

Raymondo, who was born as a merchant, was the third son of the family. Thanks to his talent and gold coins, he was selected as a knight's squire and trained in Windsor Castle. He then served in the Seventh Knights of Eagle Territory.

Recalling his father's earnest teachings, being a businessman has no future. Only becoming a nobleman is the right way and the most noble way.

Unknowingly, more than ten minutes passed. After a fierce struggle, Raymondo finally knelt on the ground and said, "If the master needs it, Raymondo will obey."

After getting this unexpected answer, Weilin was stunned for a moment and re-examined the guardian knight in front of him.

The family gave them twelve knights. In addition to paying more attention to Baird, Andro, Randolph and Greg, they had some understanding of the other eight, but they were not very close.

"Once you are my guardian knight, you will be my guardian knight for life." Weilin said to Raymondo calmly, "If you don't want to in the future, you can report to me at any time, and I will make other arrangements."

"Yes, my lord."

Then, Weilin and Raymondo talked about his hometown.

After Raymondo left, Weilin took the slightly cool broth and tasted it slowly.

"The caravan candidates have been determined. Next, we will develop caravans, sell mineral salt, and develop the pillar industries of the territory."

However, before that, he needs to do business in the province of Cardro in person. First, he needs to get in touch with other nobles in the province and collect intelligence. Second, he needs to determine the trade route. It is best to establish caravan exchanges to avoid multiple customs duties and road taxes.

The next morning, Weilin left a few people to guard the camp and took the others to the northwest to prepare to welcome the guardian god for the next thirty years.

At the same time, hundreds of gnolls who came out of the mountains were resting more than ten kilometers away from Gray Fog Mountain.