Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"My lord, that boy brought a lot of things."

"Oh, something."

Verin looked at the excited Orlando and couldn't help but ask.

"Thirty thousand gold coins, twenty-six magic books, fifty-six magic scrolls, more than three hundred special papers for making magic scrolls, more than fifty bottles of various magic potions, more than twenty gorgeous dresses, three sets Exquisite tables and chairs, six sets of exquisite tableware, two staffs, eight sets of mage uniforms, a bunch of miscellaneous personal belongings, and more than ten carriages in total."

"In addition, there are two luxurious carriages, more than 60,000 kilograms of grain, and I also brought back more than 200 of his slaves."

"I didn't let go of the more than 20 people I let go. They were all plundered and only one single piece of clothing was left."

Weilin was greatly surprised after hearing this. He was not here to expand territory, but he was clearly here for fun.

"By the way, my lord, there is another box of things that I don't understand." Orlando said, rubbing his head.

"Bring it up and let me take a look."

When Orlando said this, Verin's curiosity was aroused.

Then, two soldiers brought up a beautiful wooden box. Weilin stepped forward to open a gap, and then hurriedly closed it again.

"This boy has a lot of fun with so many sex toys."

"Lord, what are these?"

Verin turned to look at Orlando's pure and ignorant eyes, and said nonsensically: "You are not yet underage, and you are not married yet. Why are you asking so many questions? These things are not something you can understand at your age. Train well and strengthen yourself." Strength is the way to go.”

"Yes, Lord, I understand." Orlando stood up suddenly and listened to Verin's teachings.

"You guys take this box and burn it."

"Forget it, don't burn it. These can be exchanged for some money."

Weilin looked at it a few more times and realized that it would be a pity to burn the monster. Instead, he could give it to Raimundo and let him sell it to those nobles and make a lot of money.

After the morning interlude, Weilin began to have people clean up the canyon, preparing to level a piece of land and plant black tea trees.

After several days of survival in the wilderness, Charles and his party borrowed a few carriages and some clothes from a nobleman, and rushed to the provincial capital of Cardero without stopping to complain to his uncle Fisk.

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In a mansion in the provincial capital of Cardro Province, Governor Fisk was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea with his son Kazak.

"My lord, your nephew, Lord Charles, would like to see you." A footman entered the hall and reported respectfully.

"Huh?" Governor Fisk put down the tea cup in his hand and said with some confusion: "Why is this bastard back?"

"Father, I think this cousin of mine is not used to the hard life of pioneering, so he came back in despair to ask for help." Kazak said with a respectful face, but his tone was quite sarcastic.

"Call him in."

Governor Fisk did not pay attention to his son's tone and ordered the manservant.

After the manservant left, Governor Fisk glared at Kazak and said seriously: "Speak in a gentle tone, don't be so aggressive, don't be so irritable, after all, he is your cousin, my eldest brother's son."

"That bastard caused so many troubles when he came here. If you hadn't stepped in to smooth things over, someone else would have turned into that piece of excrement."

"Okay, okay, calm down and don't be impatient." Governor Fisk took a sip of tea slowly.

"Uncle, you have to make the decision for me!"

At this time, Charles, dressed as a beggar, entered the hall, knelt on the ground and cried.

Governor Fisk looked at Charles dressed up like this and hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "What happened? How did he end up like this?"

"It's been almost a month since we left, and it's really embarrassing to come back like this."

As expected, Kazak calmly said hurtful things.

"Uncle, you can make the decision for me!" Upon hearing this, Charles cried even more sadly, tears streaming down his face. I really don't know where a fire magician could get so many tears.

"Tell me, who made you do this? Uncle, I will make the decision for you." Governor Fisk said indignantly.

This move greatly boosted Charles' confidence, and he explained the general story of the matter in an embellished way.

"You walked for a month before you reached the border."

"Uncle, are you paying attention to the wrong place?" Charles looked at Fisk who didn't answer the question, stopped crying, and asked a little aggrievedly.

"Why would you let others leave other people's territory?"

"No, uncle, you..."

At this moment, Governor Fisk suddenly changed his face and said righteously: "In a few days, let Kazak take you to apologize to others."

"Uncle, are you mistaken? I am your nephew!" Charles hugged Fisk's thigh and said with runny nose and tears.

"If you can't be forgiven by others, you are no longer my nephew."

Fisk said very simply and asked the servant to take Charles down to wash up and change clothes.

After Charles was taken away, Fisk sat on the chair very angry.

"This bastard only arrived at the border a month ago. He thinks he is really here for tourism."

"Also, this bastard can't mess with anyone, but he messes with people our family can't afford to mess with. His mind is full of straw, and he's a fool."

"Father, calm down, don't be so angry that your body is broken." Kazak said calmly from the side, "Be calm and don't be so angry."

"Kazak, in a few days, you take this bastard to apologize to others. It doesn't matter whether you take the things back or not. After this matter is over, send this bastard away. Out of sight, out of mind."

"Leave it to me, my dear father."

Kazak was about to go out, but he stepped back and asked Fisk: "Father, what should we prepare for apology."

"Prepare three pieces of cloud silk cloth to apologize and win the other party's forgiveness." Fisk said with some pain.

"Yes, father, I understand."

He naturally knew why his father made such a decision.

The family of a captain of the 16th Knights of the Kingdom was a family friend of their family. When he came to the Cardero Province, he told them in detail which families the high-ranking members of the Knights came from and which factions they belonged to.

Watching his son leave, Fix murmured to himself: "This family tradition is not good. I must write to my eldest brother, otherwise it will not last for many years and will decline."

The Dosk family spent two hundred years, no less than two hundred members died in battle, and spent a huge amount of money to get help from a big man, get a good job, gain a lot of military merits, and be promoted from viscount to earl.

He did not ask the family to be as strong as the Aix family, he only asked for stability and that the family would not decline.