Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In the slums of the provincial capital of Knas Province, Kleist felt the changes in the outside world, stopped meditating, opened his eyes, and looked at the young man on the straw mat. His body was fading away.

Seeing this, Crest hurriedly turned to look at Weilin, breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured to himself: "The life breath is stable, it seems there is no big problem."

The next moment, a drop of golden blood appeared out of thin air and floated above Weilin's body.

A glorious aura blew over him, leaving Crest unable to move at all.

The golden blood stayed for a moment, then one-tenth of it flew towards Crest and merged into his body.

As Crest looked at the golden blood merging into his body, he suddenly felt his consciousness being elevated.

In a trance, a law that was very close to me appeared before my eyes.

"The rules of divination."

Kleist was shocked and looked up again, only to see a law more vast than the law of divination appear before his eyes.

"The rules of fate."

Seeing the truth he was pursuing, Kleist subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to touch it.

So close, yet so far away.

In an instant, the golden blood began to burn, enveloping Crest's soul and penetrating into the laws of divination.

Sensing the foreign object, the divination rules began to fluctuate, and then calmed down. Countless mysteries poured into Crest's soul under the guidance of the golden blood.

In just three breaths, Crest's soul was filled with the mysteries of divination.

The golden blood burst into light, wrapping Crest's soul away from the divination rules, leaving the ocean of world consciousness, and returning to the real world.

Under the impact of hundreds of mysteries of the divination rules, Crest's soul fell into a brief confusion, searching for his true self among countless knowledge.

The remaining golden blood spread out into thin threads and flowed into Weilin's body, weaving a golden coat for his soul.

The fifth, sixth and seventh branches of the tree formed by the soul's origin skill [Reincarnation] grow at the same time, producing buds, flowers and fruits.

Three purple fruits fell off the Soul Origin Tree, passed through the coat woven with golden blood, and fell into the soul ring.

【Blood Knight】, the fifth soul skill.

【Reincarnation-Void】, the sixth soul skill.

【Reincarnation-Real】, the seventh soul skill.

After a while, the golden coat was woven and the power of the golden blood was exhausted.

The next moment, the golden gauze slowly fitted Weilin's soul and merged into it.

I don't know how long it took, but everything returned to normal.

In the simple hut, there were only the stupid legendary fortune teller and the sleeping high-level soul knight.

The sun and the moon changed, and two months passed quietly.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunrise enveloped the provincial capital of Knas Province.

In the simple hut, Weilin's fingers twitched as he slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.

"I seem to..."

Sitting up, Weilin covered his head, feeling as if he had been going through a long time, but also as if it was just a moment.

"No, when did I become a high-level soul knight?"

Sensing his own strength, Weilin looked a little confused.

But the information related to the three new soul skills appeared in his mind, and there was no way to fake it.

"Mr. Crest is right. This is really a huge benefit!"

After mumbling to himself for a while, Weilin closed his eyes and began to absorb the strange memory in his mind.

As for his current environment, he believed that Lord Crest would not put him in danger.

[Blood Knight], a single horse can form an army. It can devour blood, condense strength, form a blood knight group, absorb it into the body, and release it during combat. It can now create up to three low-level blood servants with soul intent.

[Reincarnation - Virtual], compile dreams, explore the extraordinary path, and the extraordinary knowledge obtained can be used in reality, but activating this soul skill requires soul power, and it is best to compile dreams that are illusory, otherwise reciting the real name will be known by the powerful.

[Reincarnation-Reality], with stories as the world, reincarnation experience can be used on oneself or others, but calling out the honorable name will bring unknown dangers.

After a long time, Weilin opened his eyes with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.

The three soul skills are very powerful, but they are too powerful. If you are not careful, they will be discovered by those terrifying strong men.

[Reincarnation - Void], if the name of the God of Dawn appears when weaving dreams, it is very likely that the other party will know it. If you are unlucky, it may trigger divine punishment. After all, this is an act of blasphemy against the gods.

As for [Reincarnation-Reality], he had to think about avoiding the evil gods or foreign gods in the story. If they were dead, it would be fine and he wouldn't have to worry; if they were still alive, he might be cursed or retaliated by the other party, and then he would be in big trouble.

After ending his wild thoughts, Weilin prepared to meet up with Kyle and discuss the matter.

After opening his eyes, Weilin stood up and looked around, only to see Kleist sitting there motionless.

Coming to the side of Verincrest, Verin called him softly a few times, and when there was no response, he pushed his body again.

A few seconds later, Crest opened his eyes and looked at the black-haired young man in front of him with a confused look: "Who are you?"

Hearing this question, Weilin was a little confused. Could it be that something happened while he was asleep, causing Lord Crest to forget some memories?

"Mr. Kleist, I am Verin Axe, do you remember?"

"Who is Kleist?"

"Who is Verin Axe?"

Looking at the look on Crest's face, Weilin could be sure that he was not pretending to be stupid, but really didn't know.

"The Magic Kingdom of Carven, did you know that?"

"What is that place?"

I asked a few more questions, including asking about the other person's age, but the answer I got was always "I don't know."

Weilin, feeling somewhat powerless, sat down on the ground, looked at the restrictions outside, and said to himself, "Forget it, let's wait."

He had read in history books that legendary warriors’ amnesia mostly fell into two situations.

One is that one is stunned by the huge amount of information, and his true spirit is lost, and it takes some time to recover.

One is to encounter a mental curse, seal one's own true spirit, and eliminate the other party's power in consciousness. In this way, naturally there will be no memories of those things.

Thinking about it carefully, Weilin felt that it was very similar to the second situation, but he didn't know what level of enemy Crest encountered.

Three days later, Weilin, who was dozing off, heard a noise and woke up instantly. He looked around and saw Kleist looking at him. The kindness in his eyes showed that he had recovered his memory.