Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Kyle heard this and began to search for relevant information in his mind.

The military officers stationed at the Lookout Valley Outpost must not be too strong, otherwise they will arouse the suspicion of the Centaurs, but they cannot be too weak, otherwise they will not be able to suppress the Centaurs. The silver mid-level is just right.

In addition, this candidate must have a flexible mind and a calm and stable personality, otherwise it will be difficult to handle the various complicated matters of the Lookout Valley Outpost.

A few minutes later, Kyle selected a suitable talent from hundreds of talents, combining the current environment.

"My Lord, for the officer stationed at the Lookout Valley Outpost, I recommend Devonshire's adopted daughter, Abrien, who is 27 years old this year, a silver mid-level knight, and currently serves as the deputy captain of the Knight Academy's guard army."

"For the priest candidate, I think Diosa, the disciple of Reverend Lavia, is very good. At the age of 23, she is already a bronze high-level priest and is worth training."

After listening, Weilin tapped the table regularly with his hands, thought for a moment, and then said, "Then choose these two people."

"By the way, how is the progress of Reverend Lavia?"

"The Church of Life in the Cardro Province has completed the verification. After the Royal Capital sends personnel to Qixing Territory for inspection, Reverend Lavia should be able to become the bishop of the secondary diocese."

"Pay more attention to this matter. If someone from the Royal Capital comes, remember to notify me."

"I understand, my Lord."

After Kyle left, Weilin came to the practice stone room, called up the fighting spirit in his body, and began to practice.

…

“Father, you are looking for me.”

In the office of the dean of the Knight Academy, a heroic female knight entered the room and saluted Devonshire, who was sitting in the main seat.

“Aibulien, take a look at this first.”

Devenhill looked up at his adopted daughter, a smile appeared on his old-fashioned face, and he pushed the document sent from Xingyue Castle to the edge of the desk, motioning Aibulien to check it.

Aibulien stepped forward, picked up the document on the table, and opened it to read it herself.

After a while, Devonshire watched his adopted daughter put down the document and asked, “What do you think?”

“Father, I am willing to follow the Lord’s arrangement.” Aibulien answered without hesitation.

“Well, I support your decision.” Devonshire did not stop him. His daughter had grown up and had the power to choose. He did not need to stop her.

Devenhill left his seat and walked out the door, saying, “Follow me.”

Aibulien was a little confused, but she still followed her father quietly.

After passing through the teaching area, the two came to a small courtyard.

"Sister Aibrien, why are you here?"

A boy about eleven years old, blinking his bright eyes, looked at the female knight who came in, rushed forward without hesitation and hugged her thighs tightly, raised his little face and asked curiously.

Aibrien smiled gently, stretched out her hand to pick him up, and asked softly: "Korat, I heard from others that you often get up in the middle of the night to practice secretly during this period. Why don't you have a good rest?"

The little boy seemed a little guilty. He curled up his head slightly and muttered in a low voice: "Because... I don't want my father to be disappointed in me."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at his father who was standing not far away.

Devinshill did not step forward to interrupt the conversation between the siblings, but walked into the hall silently and waited quietly inside.

Seeing that his father did not urge him, Aibrien chatted with his brother for a few more words at ease.

After a while, she gently put Korat down in her arms, and said with a serious and caring face: "It is important to practice hard, but you must also pay attention to rest and take good care of your body, understand?"

"Yes, I know, sister Aibrien!" The little boy nodded vigorously, and his little face showed an unusually firm expression.

In the spacious and bright hall, Devonshire silently looked at Aibrien, then slowly stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Looking at her father's back, Aibrien's mind involuntarily emerged bits and pieces of her childhood.

Her father never married in his life, and he adopted 33 children by himself.

She was the 23rd child, and Kotra was the last child adopted by his father.

Whenever Aibrien recalled her father's earnest teachings to her in her childhood, her heart was always filled with infinite attachment and longing.

Although she was very eager to be with her father in her heart, she was more eager to do something and become her father's pride.

In this way, without realizing it, Abrien followed her father closely and arrived at the master bedroom together.

Devonshire walked to the bookshelf and reached out to take the third book on the left side of the bookshelf.

With a slight noise, a secret door opened, revealing a dark passage connecting to the underground secret room.

Going down the steep and narrow stairs, Abrien carefully followed her father into the underground secret room.

Devonshire stared at the armor standing quietly in the corner, stepped forward, gently stretched out his fingers, and stroked the intricate texture on the surface of the armor, with deep nostalgia in his eyes.

Abrien did not disturb her father, but stood quietly by the side, waiting quietly.

"Abrien, come here."

Hearing her father's voice, Abrien walked quickly and stood beside Devonshire.

"This is the armor that my father wore before he became a Knight of the Temple. It carries a lot of my glory, but also my sins." Devonshire turned to look at Abrien, with some emotion in his tone, "You are not the most hardworking, and you are not the most talented, but you know why I love you more."

"Father, maybe... I don't know." Abrien recalled every bit of her childhood, and she seemed to have never thought about this question.

When she was a child, her father was more tolerant and caring to her than other brothers and sisters, and she was sometimes very confused.

"Forget it, let the past be buried in the past." Devonshire opened his mouth, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he chose to remain silent and did not tell Abrien the truth.

"This set of armor, my father will give it to you."

After the voice fell, Devonshire felt a sense of relief in his heart.

"Uh-"

Looking at her father's face, Abrien looked a little dazed, not knowing why her father did this.

Devonshire stepped back a few steps and said with a smile: "Come, put it on and let your father see it."

Abrien heard this and took off her armor without hesitation. In front of Devonshire, she began to wear her father's armor.

With no burden on her chest and similar physique, Abrien put on her father's armor very easily.

"My representative is over. I hope you can use this armor to get the glory that belongs to you."

"I will, father."

Abrien's tone was firm. She would make her father proud of her.

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