Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

The Viscounty of Abner in the southern part of the Knath Province of the Kingdom of South Milton covers an area of ​​about 3,800 square kilometers, with a port, two small towns, thirteen towns and hundreds of villages.

Weilin stopped at the border between Viscount Abner's territory and Earl Naviki's territory, and observed the villages in front and behind. There was basically no change, and they all looked poor and destitute.

Stay for a moment and continue flying forward.

Half an hour later, after wandering around, we arrived at a small town with a fairly neat layout.

On the hill on the left stands a castle of medium size.

Weilin landed on a two-meter-wide gravel road and looked at the serfs busy in the fields. Both men and women were naked from the waist up, with only a few pieces of cloth covering their lower bodies.

On the edge of the field, a manager dressed in gray cloth was patrolling the surroundings with a long whip in his hand. He looked like a human being.

Seeing this, Weilin couldn't help but shook his head and walked towards the small town.

When I first met Locke Abner, judging from the clothes he was wearing, he was definitely not a poor man. Looking at his expression, I thought he was a tolerant person.

But now it seems that I was wrong at the time.

Although I am a little disappointed, I can't just go back like this since I'm here.

At the city gate, two pale-faced guards stood on both sides, looking sleepy.

An officer in leather armor sat on a stone pier near the city gate, with an iron sword at his side. He looked listless and listless.

Hearing the noise, the officer stood up, rubbed his eyes, and saw clearly what the visitor was wearing. He smiled ingratiatingly and asked in a somewhat flattering tone, "Sir, do you need to go into the city for anything?"

"I want to visit your lord."

The officer showed fear on his face, and quickly lowered his head and said, "Sir, you can enter the city from the north gate. There are clean streets there. You only need to walk about 200 meters inside to see the city lord's mansion. Entering from the west gate will dirty your eyes."

Upon hearing this, Weilin nodded, took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to the officer.

Seeing the silver coins in his hand, the officer subconsciously knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, please take back your silver coins. If the lord knew about this, he would definitely skin me alive."

Seeing this, Weilin had no choice but to take back the silver coins, but he was still somewhat curious about this territory.

“It’s one-sided after all.”

Whispering something, Weilin followed the officer's advice and went around to the north gate.

There is a clean and tidy place that leads directly to the City Lord's Mansion, so there is no need to pass through the dirty place.

When we arrived near the north gate, it was indeed much cleaner as the officer had said. There were even ten guards guarding the gate, and they had more flesh on their bodies than the two soldiers guarding the west gate.

After the caravan ahead entered the city, it was soon Weilin's turn.

The officer at the city gate saw what Weilin was wearing, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Sir, what do you want in Abner City?"

"Visit your Lord."

Hearing this, the officer at the city gate looked even more respectful. He waved his hand to call over a decent-looking soldier and said to him, "Ka, take this gentleman to the city lord's mansion to see Lord Lahapa."

"Yes." The soldier replied respectfully.

"Sir, please come in."

Seeing this, Weilin nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and took out the silver coin, threw it to the officer, and said, "Here's a reward for you."

Seeing this, the officer at the city gate did not refuse like the officer at the west city gate, but accepted the silver coin, went to the wooden table nearby, and wrote on it, "At 9769:12 a.m. on December 19, of the Glorious Calendar, one silver coin was deposited into the public account, recorded by Spa, officer at the north city gate."

Weilin took a look and said nothing, then followed the leading soldier into the city.

Ten meters away from the city gate, Weilin slowed down, looked at the soldier, and asked, "Your name is Ka."

"Yes, sir," the leading soldier replied respectfully.

"What do you think of your lord?"

Hearing this, the leading soldier's face changed drastically, and he stammered, not daring to speak.

When passers-by heard this, their expressions were filled with fear and awe. They couldn't help but quicken their pace, not daring to stay for too long for fear of getting into disaster.

"If you don't want to answer, forget it."

The leading soldier heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this and immediately replied, "Thank you, sir."

Weilin didn't say a word during the rest of the journey.

In just half an hour, his impression of Locke Abner changed several times.

When he saw the serfs, he had a very bad impression of Locke Abner and even thought of leaving immediately.

After meeting the gate officer at the west gate, he felt a little better.

At the north gate, the actions of the gate officer showed Locke's clever governance.

After entering the small town, the secretive attitude of the people around him made him even more confused.

Talking behind people's back is a common thing.

But when those people heard the topic related to Locke, they all became panic-stricken, fearing that they would be involved in something bad.

"Are all the people in this city informants?"

Before he knew it, Weilin arrived outside the City Lord's Mansion.

Looking up, a sentence suddenly popped into my mind - it's okay as long as it's acceptable.

"Is this guy so short of money?"

Weilin felt more and more that Locke was a pauper. The gorgeous dress he wore at the banquet couldn't be the only dress this guy had.

The leading soldier stepped forward and explained his purpose to the soldier guarding the city lord's mansion.

Looking at Weilin, the gatekeeper did not dare to delay and hurried into the city lord's mansion to report the matter.

A few minutes later, a thin old man ran out, stopped at the stairs, walked down the steps, came to Weilin, bowed his head, and said respectfully: "Lord Weilin, my master has issued an order. If he sees you coming, he will invite you to the castle."

"How did he know that?"

The thin old man shook his head and said in fear, "I don't know."

Seeing this, Weilin waved his hand and said, "Find someone to lead the way."

"Yes."

The thin old man answered immediately, and then took off his clothes and handed them to the guard behind him, revealing his washed-white dress, and said, "Lord Weilin, please follow me."

"kindness."

Weilin didn't say anything about this. He just followed the thin old man towards the castle on the mountain.

It doesn't matter to him whether he takes a car or walks.

On the way out of the north gate and heading towards the castle, Weilin made several tentative inquiries, but they were all resolved by the old man with meaningless words.

In an environment where no one was around, the old man didn't dare to say anything more, which might have nothing to do with the informer's claim.

As he stepped onto the stone steps, Weilin couldn't help but wonder, "It seems like there is some hidden trick. Could it be a special soul skill?"