Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"My Lord, how about calling it a miracle?" Baird looked up at Weilin and asked.

Weilin touched his chin, thought for a while, nodded and said: "Miracle, the birth of Qixing Territory is indeed a miracle, so it is called Miracle Day. As for the holiday, it will be from January 1st to January 15th every year."

"It is up to you to formulate the relevant rules. As for the way of celebration, you can follow the folk way."

"Yes, my Lord."

In the next half an hour, Weilin explained many related matters and then sent Baird back.

Sitting on the sofa, he picked up an adventurer's story and read it with relish.

Three days later, Weilin took Xuemiya and Kyle to leave Qixing Territory and went to Cardro Province, preparing to go to the capital through the teleportation array.

The departure of the three people made the two people in the territory feel relieved. One was Kemelia who was afraid of his sister, and the other was Silas who got a holiday.

On December 29, 9763 of the Glorious Calendar, Weilin arrived at the capital and, under the guidance of the knights of the Ilan Knights, came to the side hall of the palace to rest.

There were as many as seven people who participated in the promotion of titles this time, one was promoted to marquis, and the other six were promoted to earl.

"Come here."

In the hall, Weilin heard his father's voice and had to take Xuemia and Kyle over.

"Father, good evening!"

"I'm not feeling well recently." Angus stared at Weilin, the bastard, and said word by word.

Seeing this, Alyssa, who was sitting next to Angus, covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

As for Ilysis on the side, she spread her hands with an expression of helplessness.

Alicia sat next to Ilysis, with a little apology in her eyes, saying that she couldn't help either.

Seeing this, Weilin already understood in his heart that it seemed that his father had gone to his grandfather's place, and he didn't know how much suffering he had suffered, which made him so resentful.

"Father, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Weilin took Xuemiya's hand without waiting for Angus's consent and prepared to run away.

Just as he was about to leave, Angus appeared in front of Weilin, rubbed his wrist, and said with a smile: "It has been many years since the last time I tested your fighting ability. Tonight is just the right time for me to test it."

Weilin glanced at Angus and asked in a low voice: "Father, are you sure? If you can't beat me, you will lose face."

Angus frowned when he heard it, and felt a little uneasy: "Could this kid have some hidden tricks again?"

"Father, do you still want to fight?"

"Fight, why can't I fight? If you can beat your father, that's your ability. I'm so happy, how can I feel ashamed?" Angus raised his eyebrows and said.

"Okay, father, come on."

Kyle got the instructions from his master, turned around and left, and asked the palace guards for a training ground for fighting.

Seeing this, the palace guard immediately reported to his superior.

This application was reported through layers of reports, and in less than ten minutes it reached the hands of Belgraf Silves, the King of the Kingdom of Ilia, who was handling government affairs.

Belgraf put down the government affairs in his hand and sighed: "A father-son duel is really rare."

"Your Majesty, how do you think it should be handled?" A Soul-minded Intermediate Knight standing behind Belgraf asked with his head down.

"I'm tired today, so it's good to go and see the fight between father and son."

The Soul-minded Intermediate Knight heard this and asked: "Your Majesty, which training ground do you need to activate?"

"Training Ground No. 1."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

With Belgraf's instigation, many big figures in the capital learned about the duel between Earl Angus of the Eagle and Viscount Weilin of the Praying Star, and they all went to the palace to feast their eyes.

In a manor in the northern city, the Duke of Moravia raised his eyebrows after hearing the news, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Ankrol Moravia, who was standing in the hall, was stunned for a moment, and his father disappeared. Then he reacted and flew to the palace.

His father was too unkind, and he didn't even take him with him.

At this moment, hundreds of powerful men appeared in the sky above the capital, rushing towards the palace.

The duel between father and son aroused the curiosity of all the powerful men in the capital.

Under the king's order, the general of the palace garrison lifted the ban and asked the guards to lead these soul-level powerful men to the No. 1 training ground.

In less than half an hour, more than a thousand people had arrived on the stands of the No. 1 training ground, gathering in groups of three or two to discuss the duel.

Many people knew the Eagle Earl Angus very well, and many of them had even fought side by side with him.

As for the miracle child, Verin Aix, the most circulated stories about him were about managing the territory and leading troops to fight. As for his combat ability, there was basically no information.

"In my opinion, the miracle child has a great chance of winning." A high-level soul mage stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"No, no, in my opinion, Lord Angus has a higher chance of winning. After all, it is basically impossible for a father to lose when beating his son." A high-level soul knight said.

"Father, I..."

A low-level gold knight sitting next to him was about to speak, but his father looked at him meaningfully and frightened him so much that he immediately shut his mouth.

"You are all wrong. Whether Angus wins or loses, he is actually the winner."

The words of a low-level soul mage instantly awakened several people and made them nod in agreement.

Angus won, and the father still lost when he beat his son. Isn't that normal?

Angus lost, and the son was able to beat the father, which shows that he taught well and his reputation as a wise father must be widely spread.

In this way, the miracle child is a loser no matter what, but it is not shameful to lose to his own father.

"Your Majesty is here!"

A melodious voice came, and the soul and gold transcendents below the legend stood up, put their right hands on their chests, bowed their heads and saluted to show respect.

As for the legendary strongmen, they nodded as a response.

Belgrave came to the chief seat, first saluted to the Saint Anastasia of the Church of Life sitting next to him, and then waved to everyone to sit down.

After sitting in the chief seat, Belgrave asked: "Saint, didn't Lord Idamien come?"

"Three days ago, the goddess issued an edict that the Pope went to the subsidiary plane to handle affairs, and it is expected to return to the main world in two years." Saint Anastasia replied softly.

"I see."

Then, Belgrave turned his eyes to the training ground.

Under the illumination of the magic lights, the entire training ground was as bright as day.

Thanks to the efforts of hundreds of palace guards, the equipment used for various training was cleared.

When Weilin and Angus climbed onto the platform, the magic shield was activated to reinforce the space and create an environment for the two to fight.