Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

The next afternoon, Weilin stretched his body, left the Cecilia demiplane, and returned to Wansen Manor.

He pushed open the door and walked into the yard. Just as he was about to take out the recliner, he saw a black shadow appear in the sky and was accelerating towards Wansen Manor.

"Mr. Crest."

After taking a closer look, Weilin was shocked and could hardly believe what he saw.

When he was a hundred meters from the ground, Crest slowed down and landed on the green grass of Wansen Manor.

Upon seeing this, Weilin stuffed the half-taken-out recliner back into the basket and flew toward the green grass.

Kyle and Celeste, who also witnessed the scene, stopped what they were doing and rushed to the grassy field.

Arriving at the center of the grass, Weilin waved his hand to send the frightened maid who fell to the ground out of the grass, then quickly came to Crest's side and used his soul skill [Healing-Life] to heal the other's injuries.

When the power of death came into contact with the light green magic, a violent reaction occurred, just like greasy oil meeting raging fire.

Kyle and Celeste, who arrived here shortly after, saw this scene, and sat down around Crest, using their own strength to expel the power of death for the other party.

Three hours later, Weilin felt exhausted and fell to the ground, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. The magic power and fighting spirit in his body were drained at the same time, and he had an indescribable feeling.

Two hours later, Weilin, who had recovered some strength, sat up again and continued to infuse magic power into Crest to neutralize the power of death.

After Weilin repeated it three times, Celeste stopped for the first time, looked at Kyle silently, said nothing, closed his eyes, and recovered the power of dawn in his body.

Twenty hours later, when Kyle's magic power was about to run out, the last trace of death power in Crest was dispelled.

Without the corrosion of the power of death, Crest's body recovered quickly.

In a moment, Crest's soul regained awareness of his body. He slowly opened his eyes, his expression a little dazed. He was still immersed in the previous fierce battle and could not come back to his senses for a long time.

Looking at the silent Crest, Weilin asked with some concern: "Sir, are you okay?"

After a long time, Crest came back to his senses and said to the three people: "I owe you a favor."

"Mr. Crest, since you say so, I will gladly accept this favor." Weilin responded half-jokingly, trying to ease Crest's emotions.

Although he didn't know what the other party had experienced, he could guess from the fear in his eyes that he must have encountered a powerful enemy.

After cheering himself up, Kleist bowed solemnly to Weilin and said, "Weilin, if it weren't for you, I might have died today."

"I, Crest, would like to express my gratitude to you. If there is anything you need me to do in the future, I will definitely help you as long as it is within my ability."

After hearing what Crest said, Kyle and Celeste thought he was simply thanking Weilin, but only Weilin himself knew what he was talking about.

"Sir Crest, the light that the Dawn Swordmaster left for you has been activated."

Upon hearing this, Crest nodded silently.

Weilin was silent after hearing this. After a long while, he asked, "Can you tell us what happened to you?"

"can."

Crest nodded in agreement and then began to narrate what had happened to him.

Half an hour later, when Kleist stopped telling the story, Weilin still hadn't recovered from the thrilling scene.

As expected, the owner of the black hand must be a legend on the continent, an existence of the same level as his grandfather.

However, what surprised him even more was that Lord Crest was obviously a legendary fortune teller, but he was able to hold out for so long against a legendary low-level undead warrior, a legendary low-level undead wizard, and a legendary low-level swordsman, and even escape from their encirclement.

"Sir Crest, what you said just now means that you are thanking my master for meeting you." Kyle slowly came to his senses, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and asked.

"That's right." Upon hearing this, Crest nodded without hesitation and continued, "If I hadn't met Weilin, I wouldn't have met the Dawn Sword Saint. Without the sword intent left by the Dawn Sword Saint, I might have become a legendary undead now."

Weilin asked curiously, "Can't you predict your own danger?"

Crest's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and bitterness, and he slowly said, "I can predict small risks, and I can also see big disasters, but when it comes to my own death, sometimes I can see it, and sometimes it's like a fog and I can't see it."

"The fog of fate." Kyle said suddenly.

"Yes." Kleist nodded and said, "This invisible disaster is called the fog of fate in the way of fate. As the saying goes, if you play with fate, you will eventually be played by fate."

Weilin couldn't help but sighed: "Sir Crest, you can actually get this far in such a disaster, it's really amazing!"

When Kleist heard this, he slowly shook his head and a bitter smile appeared on his face, which contained endless vicissitudes and helplessness.

Seeing this, Weilin tactfully shut his mouth and didn't say another word.

Judging from the small, the curse of fate will definitely not disappear, but there will be other people to resist it for him, who may be his close ones or his enemies.

But then again, who can become a legend without carrying something on his shoulders?

"Sir, how long do you plan to stay in the Kingdom of South Milton?"

Hearing Weilin's question, Kleist asked, "What is your matter?"

"I would like to ask you to intercede for Viscount Locke Abner in front of Her Royal Highness Princess Sabrina, and ask her to change her impression of Locke Abner and accept him."

"Cough cough cough."

Clester covered his chest and coughed a few times, then said, "Let's go tonight. I'll ask Sabrina for you."

Weilin asked, "Your injuries are still so serious, why don't you rest for a few days before setting off again?"

"No." Crest shook his head and said, "I'm afraid those undead are plotting something big. We must return to the Magic Kingdom of Kawen as soon as possible and report this to the parliament."

"I understand."

Weilin nodded in reply, and without further persuasion, he packed up his things and went with Crest to the manor where Sabrina was staying.

In less than a moment, Kyle and Celeste were the only ones left on the grass.

"You're pretty awesome."

"You're not bad either."

After each of them said something, they left the place and went about their own business.