Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

At the main gate of the castle, the officer on duty on the outer wall saw the thin old man coming and immediately ordered the soldiers to lower the drawbridge and sent someone to notify the lord.

In the study, Locke Abner looked at the symbols on the paper and fell into deep thought.

"There is danger coming from the sea. It can only be pirates."

"The time of arrival is very vague. It seems that there is a traitor, but it should not be the evil cult group controlled by Count Naviki in Dedaji Town. So who is it?"

Thinking of this, a fierce look flashed in Locke's eyes.

"dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the study door, and Locke came back to his senses from his thoughts and lit the paper in his hand.

After it burned out, Locke said coldly, "Come in."

Outside the study, a middle-aged man in cloth pushed the door open, came to the desk, bowed his head and said, "My Lord, your guest is here."

Locke stood up and walked past the middle-aged man, and ordered, "Clean this place up."

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man lowered his head and replied.

After leaving the study, Locke did not change his clothes and went to meet the guest in his gray cloth coat.

At the castle gate, Weilin looked at the outer wall. The damaged parts had only been simply repaired, and it looked simple everywhere.

“Really poor or just pretending to be poor?”

With his previous suspicions, Weilin was not sure whether Locke was deliberately making an appearance in response to his arrival, or whether the Abner territory was originally like this.

"Sir Weilin, welcome!"

The sudden voice brought Weilin back to the real world. Looking up, he saw Locke walking towards him with an enthusiastic look on his face.

Whether it was the mayor of Abner City or the officers on duty, when they saw Locke, they all bowed their heads and saluted as soon as they saw him, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Locke, excuse me for disturbing you." Weilin said with a gentle smile on his face.

Locke came to Weilin, bowed, and said in a gentle tone: "Sir Weilin, it is my honor that you accept my invitation, but the Abner Territory is poor, please don't mind."

"I came here because of your invitation, not for pleasure, so why would I care about the external appearance?" Weilin responded with a smile, giving the other party enough respect.

"Sir Weilin, please come in."

"I am honored to have you, the great lord, lead the way."

After entering the castle, Weilin glanced at the people coming and going in the castle. Whether they were knights or soldiers, servants or butlers, they were all wearing gray cloth, exactly the same as Locke's clothes.

Locke sensed the subtle change in Weilin's expression, but his tone did not change at all, and he introduced the castle like a guide.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the castle hall.

Weilin exchanged some polite words and sat down on the bench on the left.

Locke sat on the right and took the initiative to pour tea for Weilin.

After chatting for a while, both sides wore "masks" on their faces and tested each other.

With his strength as a mid-level soul knight and years of governing experience, Weilin obtained a lot of information he wanted from Locke.

The same was true for Locke. Through communication, he learned that the other party had no ill intentions, but also no good intentions.

But that's enough.

"Locke, do you know who was sitting next to me that night?"

"Your side?"

Hearing this, Locke tried hard to recall and felt a vague shadow of that night.

He couldn't even remember the specific face.

"It seems to be a young man about your age."

Looking at Locke's expression, Weilin's doubts were confirmed. He pretended to be apologetic and said calmly, "Locke, he is one of my elders. He likes quietness, so you have diluted your impression of him. I apologize to you here. I hope you don't mind."

"Sir Weilin, you shouldn't do this. There is nothing wrong with that lord doing this. After all, it was me who took the initiative to disturb you." There was no anger on Locke's face. He waved his hand and answered nonchalantly.

Weilin picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said casually: "I said you are a broad-minded person. That night, Princess Sabrina advised me not to contact you. I think she was overthinking it."

Locke's expression did not change at all, and he responded cheerfully, "You are too kind."

"You don't seem very surprised that I can meet Princess Sabrina." Weilin put down his teacup and asked curiously.

"A knight as powerful as you must be a guest of honor for Her Royal Highness the Princess. If I can't see that, then I have no right to talk to you." Locke replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Weilin felt a hint of joy welling up in his heart.

In just a moment, Weilin calmed down the emotion.

I have to say, the flattery from smart people really makes people feel happy.

However, the pleasure at this time will make you lose your judgment, so you should definitely avoid it when talking to smart people.

"Locke, as your friend, do you need me to improve your impression in front of Princess Sabrina?" Weilin asked tentatively.

"Sir Weilin, I would rather show my worth to Her Royal Highness with my own strength than with external help." Locke answered, "If my mistake causes a bad impression of you in Her Royal Highness' eyes, then it is my fault."

"Hahaha, it's just one time of help. Even if you made a mistake, so what if it makes a bad impression on Princess Sabrina?" Weilin laughed, with a look of treating them as close friends on his face, but his heart was in a completely different state.

Faced with the second temptation, Locke remained calm and skillfully changed the subject: "Your Highness has many capable people under her. When you need me, I will offer my loyalty."

"Since you have accepted my invitation to visit my territory, I will do my best to be a good host."

Seeing that the topic had been diverted, Weilin stopped probing and continued the conversation along the same topic.

Two hours later, when it was dark, the butler came to the hall and whispered in Locke's ear, "My Lord, the banquet is ready."

Seeing this, Locke smiled and said, "Sir Weilin, it's getting late, please move."

Upon hearing this, Weilin smiled and responded, "I just want to experience the local customs and people, so let's start with the food."

"please."

Locke stood up and made a gesture of invitation.

"That means the guest should leave first. You are the host, so you should go first."

"The most important thing about a distinguished guest is that you should be invited first."

After some refusals, Weilin reluctantly nodded and walked ahead.

Locke's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, accompanying Weilin on his left.

The butler, who was a few steps behind them, followed the two of them, his heart filled with shock, but he didn't dare to show it.

Even when the old viscount was here, he had never seen the lord show such an expression, and he didn't know whether Viscount Abner's territory would usher in another major change.