Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In the carriage, Weilin and Clive sat opposite each other, Kyle sat on the right, and Clive's wife sat on the left, pouring tea for the three of them.

"Mr. Weilin, it has been more than ten years since we last met." Claver took the teacup from his wife, handed it to Weilin, and spoke.

Weilin picked up the teacup, nodded in thanks, took a sip, and said, "Viscount Claver, the last time we met was during the expedition. It's been so long since I realized it."

"Thanks to your help last time, otherwise I might have died in the expedition war. Even if I survived by chance, I would have lost all my strength." Clive began to express his gratitude.

Upon hearing this, Weilin smiled and said, "You also gave me compensation at that time. We benefit from each other."

For Claver, a man favored by fate, he might face a life-and-death crisis under the targeting of Earl Joshua, but he will definitely gain huge benefits afterwards.

Clever met Weilin's kind eyes and carefully pondered what he had just said. It was easy to guess the purpose of his visit.

"I came here for some item, but I don't know what the other party covets?"

Two hours later, the carriage arrived at the castle.

Getting off the carriage, we looked at the castle built on the cliff, whose architectural design was unique.

"Sir Weilin, please come in."

Clever came to Weilin's left, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile.

"Then excuse me."

After saying this, Weilin followed Claver into the castle.

Passing through the city gate, you will see a long corridor with high walls on both sides, which is different from the design of a traditional castle.

Observing the design of the city wall, it is an inverted V-shape. More than a dozen small magic crystal cannons are hidden in secret places of the high walls, with their muzzles pointing downwards.

On both sides of the corridor, there is a statue every ten meters, with secret text engraved inside.

After learning this, Weilin couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It seems that Claver is very capable. He can even get the magic crystal cannon. I just don't know if this guy is hiding an airship in secret."

Claver read Weilin's inner thoughts from his face, without any strange expression on his face. He still maintained a warm smile and enthusiastically introduced his castle.

Passing through the corridor surrounded by high walls, we came to a heavy iron door.

Weilin arrived at the city gate, reached out to touch the iron gate, and sensed extremely complex secret text from inside it.

"No flying, inert magic ban, ground sinking technique, wall hardening, stone statue activation technique, space confinement, terrain solidification..."

Kyle described all the abilities engraved on the iron gate as if he was reading out a menu. There were exactly twenty-one.

"Vice Viscount Claver, excuse me, where did you get this iron door?" Weilin asked with a curious look on his face.

"Sir Weilin, I got this iron door from a wizard's ruins."

"Don't worry if you laugh at me, but this item has a limited trigger range and can only be used in this environment."

At this point, Clive pointed to the high walls on both sides, looking somewhat helpless.

When Weilin saw this, he immediately understood that Claver had built this corridor specifically for this iron gate.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of a little story.

As the iron gate slowly rose, Weilin officially entered the castle.

Due to the existence of the corridor, the internal layout of the castle also changed accordingly.

On the left side is where the lord and his close relatives live and reside, which also serves as an administrative center. On the right side are the castle barracks, stables, granaries, arsenals and other buildings.

As he stepped into the castle hall, the aroma of various foods hit him in the face, instantly arousing Weilin's appetite.

Seeing this, Clive didn't waste any more words and immediately invited Weilin to take a seat.

After some decline, Weilin sat down in the main seat.

As the last dish was served, the small banquet for only four people officially began.

During the banquet, Weilin remembered what he was going to do and only drank half a glass of wine. He spent the rest of the time tasting various fruit wines.

When he found something that tasted good, Weilin bought a large batch directly from Clever and asked Kyle to sign a ten-year trade agreement afterwards.

Two hours later, the party was over.

When the table was cleared, Weilin and Claver looked at each other and both understood that this was the best time to talk about business.

Seeing this, Weilin no longer concealed the purpose of his visit and said, "Viscount Claver, I came to visit you this time with a purpose, and I believe you have guessed it."

"Sir Weilin, you have done me a great favor. As long as it is within my ability, I am willing to help you with all my strength." Upon hearing this, Clive spoke without any hesitation.

"Viscount Claver, I would like to buy the seeds of the three-blood flower and the method of cultivating it from you. What do you need?" Weilin asked.

Hearing this, Claver was stunned, his expression showed a hint of hesitation, he took a deep breath, and said: "Sir Weilin, the planting method of the three-blood flower is special. I would like to ask you to watch it once. If you can accept it, I am willing to sell the seeds of the three-blood flower and its planting method."

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Weilin nodded in agreement.

After the banquet, Weilin and Kyle went to the guest room to rest under the guidance of the maid.

Late at night, Clive sat on the bed and hugged his wife, thinking about Weilin's purpose in getting the Three Blood Flowers.

"Still thinking about that," Anila asked softly, looking up at her husband.

"Yes." Clever reached out and stroked his wife's hair. "The God-given Earl is, to be frank, even higher than the prince of the kingdom."

"There are pros and cons to interacting with such people, but if you're not careful you'll end up getting involved in some trouble."

"So what are you going to do?" Anila asked in a low voice.

Clive looked at the moonlight shining into the room and said, "I received a message from a friend in the capital that His Majesty the King is planning to choose a new heir from among his grandchildren, but this news has not been confirmed yet, and I don't know if it's true or not."

"Then what we did in the early stage..."

Anila's eyes widened, and she stopped talking.

"It's not possible to succeed every time. Failure is actually normal. It's just that things have been going so smoothly over the years that I've forgotten the consequences of gambling."

"However, since I have surrendered to that person, it is not easy to leave now. I can only wait for the right opportunity."

Anila buried her head in her husband's chest and whispered, "So you want to use the power of the God-given Earl to get away from the Third Prince this time."

"I can only give it a try. After all, I can only rely on my own strength, and now my strength is too weak. I can only borrow strength." A trace of solemnity flashed in Clive's eyes. "The God-given Earl has a good reputation. At least there have been no scandals in the past few decades. It's worth a gamble for me."

"Whatever you do, I support you."

"Go to sleep."

"kindness."