Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After Weilin returned to Wansen Manor and rested for two days, he began to practice hard under Kyle's supervision.

At the same time, in Viscount Abner's territory, Locke Abner sensed the approaching danger and began to gather his troops towards the southern port city of Cabna.

In the military camp on the west side of the port, Locke stepped onto the platform to review the generals and looked at the more than 3,000 soldiers who were summoned below. A slight fluctuation appeared on his cold face.

Since becoming Viscount Abner, he has sold all useless things to pay off his debts, leaving only the necessary things.

But even so, he still cultivated an army loyal to him.

Rising from the mud, he understood one thing: no matter how good a strategy is, without the support of the army and force, everything is castles in the air.

Recalling the news told to him by the bronze warrior of unknown origin a few days ago, the situation suddenly became clear.

The pirates coming from the sea were indeed coming because of Count Navicki, just as he had thought.

As for the purpose, it doesn't matter.

All he has to do is to survive this crisis and complete a trial!

Coming to the stage, Locke glanced at the well-organized army below and declared loudly: "I, Locke Abner, your lord, the one you are loyal to."

"The enemy is coming from the sea. They will plunder Abner, plunder the port of Cabner... plunder everything they see, including your wives and daughters, your possessions, and everything you hold dear."

"So, I need you to use the weapons in your hands to fight for yourself and for me."

"Ten years of raising an army, this is the time."

"This battle must be won!"

"Must win!"

More than 3,000 people roared in unison, demonstrating their determination.

Life in Viscount Abner's territory is hard and poor, but in the past ten years, the lord has never treated them unfairly.

Even for third-class auxiliary soldiers, their families paid more than half the tax compared to ordinary civilians, not to mention the combat soldiers and even the officers above them.

The reduction of that part of taxes means that they have plenty of food and finances to feed their families and to practice their killing skills and strengthen their fighting spirit.

Locke drew his sword, pointed it at the sky, and said loudly: "I will be with you."

More than 3,000 soldiers beat their chests, bowed their heads, and said in unison: "I will fight for you until I die."

After the oath-taking ceremony, Locke ordered each unit to bring the soldiers back.

Two nights later, dozens of ships of various sizes were sailing on the sea.

On a pirate flagship flying a skull flag, humans and orcs drank side by side, while dark elves and cave dwarves leaned on the side of the ship to discuss ways to torture slaves...

In a quaint room deep inside the pirate flagship, an elegant young man lit up the incense, sat down on a soft chair, took out his favorite tea set, took out the branches and leaves that contained the breath of life, and began to make tea.

At this moment, a dark elf entered the room, looked at the captain who was immersed in the spiritual world, and stood quietly aside, not daring to disturb him.

The pirates who came to report in such a hurry last time have become a dish. Those bones are still kept in the iron pot and used repeatedly as broth for the minions to eat.

Half an hour later, the elegant young man picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked up at the dark elf, and said, "If you have anything to say, you can tell me now."

Upon hearing this, the dark elf bowed his head and saluted, saying respectfully, "Dear leader of the Rose Flower Pirates, someone from our employer has sent a message saying that Locke Abner has assembled an army of more than 3,000 people on the coast, asking us to be careful."

"It seems the news has been leaked!"

Hearing this, the dark elf knelt on the ground in fear, trembling all over, his heart filled with fear.

The elegant young man glanced at the trembling dark elf, took a sip of tea, and slowly said: "Go and kill all the pirates who joined us within three years."

"Yes... yes, your Excellency..."

"Don't call the wrong number. It could kill someone."

Hearing the kind reminder, the dark elf turned pale, and with a determined heart, he said, "Great vampire master Keles, your servant will perfectly complete your command."

"Okay, let's go."

The dark elf quickly stood up, tiptoed out of the room, closed the door, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was glad that he lived another day.

Thinking back to the time when I "joined" the Rose Flower Pirates, I regretted why I didn't die in that bloody battle.

Soon, screams were heard on the ship, followed by the pirates' revelry.

Inside the room, the elegant young man put away the tea set and took out a crystal ball from the drawer.

A large number of pirate souls who died tragically were drawn here and swallowed by the crystal ball.

After a while, when no more souls were drawn here, a black gas emerged from the crystal ball and formed a hideous head in the air.

"Kailesi, what do you want to know this time?"

Upon hearing this, the elegant young man bowed his head slightly and saluted, then asked, "Lord Nutas, I want to know whether this robbery of Viscount Abner's territory will be successful."

"will not."

After saying this, the hideous head returned to the crystal ball and continued to sleep.

After getting this answer, the elegant young man narrowed his eyes and began to think about the reasons for his failure.

According to the employer, the viscount's combat power was only at the mid-silver level, and the number of silver professionals he could mobilize around him was no more than a dozen.

In contrast, his Rose Flower Pirates have three gold professionals, more than fifty silver professionals, and thousands of other minions and cannon fodder.

"That can only mean one reason. A strong person has arrived."

"But if I don't do what my employer has asked me to do, it will damage my reputation."

Tapping on the table, the elegant young man quickly thought of a foolproof method.

"Hey, I figured it out."

"That fellow Thornes and I are at odds, so I'm just trying to trick him into going to his death."

"The blood of his adopted sons and daughters is very delicious. When this guy dies, we can make them into blood slaves."

Thinking of this, the elegant young man could no longer suppress the throbbing in his heart.

Ten days later, a piece of news reached the provincial capital, sparking discussion among the public.

At Wansen Manor, Weilin finished his hard training and saw Kyle walk in.

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing this, Kyle handed the letter in his hand to his master.

After taking the letter, Weilin saw that it was signed by Locke Abner. He opened it with curiosity and read it carefully.

A minute later, Weilin closed the letter and said with a smile, "This promise has been fulfilled."

Kyle was a little confused about this sentence, but he didn't ask too much. He left the place so as not to delay his master's meditation.

After Kyle left, Weilin put the letter away and began to meditate in a good mood.