Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Your purpose in bringing me out is obvious. You just want to get me out of here."

Kyle looked at the gray creature flying in the distance, raised his hand and chopped it into pieces, and slowly said: "Lan's identity is not very important to me. After all, I was just a serf."

"My mother has a very tough attitude towards this matter, so I can only take you out alone to give her a chance to meet Lan alone."

"However, having another sister makes me happy. After all, you will be my brother from now on."

Hearing the teasing in his master's words, Kyle smiled helplessly, then remembered something and said, "Oh, my Lord, yesterday we received news from the Ou Ge Organization that something unusual had occurred within the Black Asian Orcs, which might lead to an expedition."

"Is the information accurate?" Weilin turned to look at Kyle and asked for confirmation.

"The probability is 90 percent."

"Hey, it looks like the war in the southeast may not be fought."

Hearing this, Kyle nodded in agreement.

The mutation of the Black Orcs has a high probability of causing a war involving multiple countries. Under such circumstances, the Church of Dawn will never allow a war to break out between the Kingdom of Ilia and the Kingdom of Kube, so as not to disrupt the expedition.

As for the Half-Elf Kingdom of Is, in the face of such a major event, it will definitely choose to temporarily avoid it and dare not touch the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn, so as to avoid being held accountable later and bleeding heavily.

The half-elves might be able to resist a single human kingdom, or even defeat it, but if multiple human kingdoms launched an expedition, although the kingdoms would not be destroyed, at least 70% of their population would be lost.

In the eastern part of the Synaps subcontinent, the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn holds the vast majority of the voice in the human world and is absolutely capable of achieving this level.

"So when are you going to start developing the mezzanine space?"

"After we deal with the Three Blood Flowers and get the Purple Gel and Golden Nether Crystal Potion Workshops back on track, I'll have my uncle build a space passage to the mezzanine space."

"I understand."

After finishing the conversation, Weilin and Kyle estimated the time and started walking back, ready to urge their uncle again.

……

In the main castle in the inner city of Xingyue Castle, Lan hesitated for a few minutes. After making many choices, he looked up at Alyssa and whispered, "Madam, I...I do."

“Then you still call me Madam now?” Alyssa looked at Lan and asked softly.

"Mother."

After finishing speaking, Lan quickly lowered his head, not daring to look into Alyssa’s eyes.

Alyssa stretched out her arms and held Lan in her arms, and said gently: "Then I will call you Lyanna from now on, my daughter."

"kindness."

Lan leaned on Alyssa's arms and responded softly.

Feeling a different kind of warmth from that brought by her master, she couldn't help but immerse herself in it.

She knew that the lord's mother took her in as her daughter because of her master, and she didn't ask for anything. She just hoped that her master would not be angry.

"Xemiya!"

Xuemiya stood up and came behind Alyssa, rubbing her shoulders, and asked with a smile: “Mother, do you have anything to tell me?”

"I will be leaving in a few days. Lyanna will be left to you."

"Mother, don't worry, your daughter is my sister, I know what to do."

In the following time, Alyssa continued to guide Lan, asking her to let go of her identity, open her heart, and express her true feelings.

As time passed, Lan gradually accepted Alyssa's motherly love, and his tone of voice was no longer cautious.

On the other side, in the Gray Mist Fortress in the Gray Mist Space, before being driven out of the laboratory by Odor, Weilin took out the two items whose value could not be identified.

Looking at the item in Weilin's hand, Odor resisted the urge to kick the brat out.

"Come with me."

After saying this, Odor walked straight to the next room.

Seeing this, Weilin followed with a smile in his eyes, holding the two items whose value could not be determined.

"Sure enough, when faced with unknown things, magicians with a strong desire to explore always want to study them."

Although he had anticipated this situation, Kyle couldn't help but observe a few seconds of silence for Master Odor when he saw it in person.

Arriving at the room, Odor unceremoniously used the Wizard's Hand to take out the two items, then took out a strange magic item and placed it in the middle of the round table.

Looking closer, I saw that the groove in the middle of the disc matched the red ring perfectly.

"Uncle, what is this?"

Odor took a look at it and said, "The origin of this thing is a bit complicated. If I tell you directly, you may not understand."

Weilin's face was full of disbelief, but since his uncle said so, he didn't continue to disturb him.

Kyle came to Odor's right side, rested his hands on the edge of the stone table, and stared at the disc intently, searching for the information recorded inside the Angel's Heart, trying to find some clues.

Under the gaze of the two, Odor blocked the energy supply of the elemental pool, raised his right hand, cut his left wrist, and forced out a drop of blood.

After the wound healed, Odor drew the drop of blood above the disc.

The next moment, he raised his right hand, used magic power as pen and ink, silently recited an obscure unknown language, and wrote complex symbols.

Words filled with blasphemous language flew out from Odor's fingertips, merging into each other in the air to form a cage.

Looking at the blasphemous ball, Weilin subconsciously wanted to move away, but he forced himself to stay where he was and continue watching.

Half an hour later, Odor stopped writing and melted the ball formed by the words into his blood.

In an instant, black fog filled the air and countless wailing sounds echoed in the ears of the three people.

A few seconds later, Odor took the ring, inserted it into it, and then pulled the drop of dark blood closer to the disc.

When the distance was only one punch away, a force filled with destructive aura emerged from the ring, constantly impacting the dark blood, trying to destroy it.

It was discovered that the power emerging from the ring dissipated. Just when Weilin thought it was about to end, the strange phenomenon suddenly intensified. Chains flew out from the ring embedded in the disc, locking the dark blood and pulling it downwards.

Odor raised his hands, controlling the dark blood to struggle and create the illusion of resistance.

At a certain moment, Odor directly withdrew his power.

In just a moment, the dark blood was pulled into the object.

"what--"

A cruel and heartbreaking voice came from the circle, and a black shadow flew out of the circle. Before it could escape, it was pulled back by several cursed chains.

"********"

"what--"

"Sepayokas."