Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"You want me to go with you."

Upon hearing this, Weilin nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes."

Odor stood up, crossed his arms, and said, "I can make one condition."

"Uncle, please tell me." Weilin asked with a smile.

"I want a small piece of Barnstaple crystal." Odor looked at Weilin and slowly stated his conditions.

Seeing this, Weilin waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Uncle, don't even mention one piece. I'll even give you one third."

"Just one piece will do."

Odor shook his head and declined Weilin's kindness.

After hearing this, Weilin understood why his uncle only needed a small piece of Barnstaple crystal.

If nothing unexpected happens, it must be a layer of insurance for my aunt to avoid accidents.

After agreeing on a time with his uncle, Weilin turned and left the laboratory so as not to disturb him and continue his experiments.

After coming to the ground and saying goodbye to Aunt Flora, Weilin left the manor and went to the Purple Gel and Gold Crystal Potion Workshop to look for Kyle.

On the newly built training ground to the left of the Golden Nether Crystal Potion Workshop, three hundred bronze warriors practiced martial arts under the coverage of gravity magic. Every time they swung their swords, the pressure on their bodies would increase. Only when they completely lost their strength and were pressed to the ground, would they be considered to have completed the basic training.

On the left side of the training ground, there is glowing wine for healing.

In order to train his troops, Kyle took out one twentieth of the luminous wine that he had obtained over the years from the warehouse.

Lyanna was dressed in a maid's uniform, standing next to Kyle, looking at the soldiers on the training ground with scrutiny in her eyes.

When only seventeen high-ranking bronze warriors were still standing on the training ground, Kyle waved his hand to remove the gravity magic, turned to Lyanna and asked, "After half a month of observation, have the appointments of grassroots officers been finalized?"

Lyanna blushed slightly when she heard this, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Master. The appointment of the grassroots officers has not been finalized yet. We need to observe for a few more days."

"Don't feel guilty. You are the commander of this unit now. It is a good thing to spend more time to confirm the grassroots officers." Kyle put his hands behind his back, looked at the 300 bronze warriors who lined up again on the training ground, and spoke slowly.

"I see."

Just as Kyle was preparing for the next training, he detected the presence of his master.

Looking back, I saw Weilin's figure gathering on the west side of the training ground.

"My Lord." Kyle saluted.

Seeing this, Lyanna quickly saluted: "Hello, brother."

"No need to be polite."

Weilin waved his hand to help the two men up, and looked at the three hundred bronze warriors lined up neatly on the training ground. They looked a little weak, and it was obvious that they had just gone through a brutal training.

"They have a resolute look in their eyes. Even when they are exhausted, they can still force themselves to stay awake. With a little more training, they will definitely be a very capable troop."

Hearing this, Lyanna bowed her head and thanked him, "Brother...Brother, I thank you for your praise on their behalf."

"Hahaha, tell the truth." Weilin laughed, "By the way, how are you studying recently? Have you mastered the skills of leading troops?"

Hearing what Verin said, Lyanna glanced at her master secretly, and then replied in a low voice: "I can normally command a force of fifty people, and can barely cope with more than a hundred people, but now it will take a long time to learn to command three hundred people."

"It's okay, take your time." Weilin said, "Back then, I could only command more than a hundred people at first, and then slowly increased to hundreds, thousands, and now more than ten thousand people."

"Experience is gained step by step. After all, natural born generals are rare. You don't need to be discouraged now."

"Yes, brother."

After chatting for a while, Weilin took Kyle aside and began to explain the business.

Lyanna came to the training ground, ready to command the troops to carry out the next simpler and easier training subject.

The three hundred bronze warriors had conviction in their eyes towards the blue-haired woman in maid clothes, without any rebelliousness.

"Now, I command."

Upon hearing this, the three hundred soldiers stood up straight, puffed out their chests, and waited for orders.

"The next subject is marching training. Each person must carry no less than 300 kilograms of luggage and run 30 kilometers in half an hour. Those who fail the test must swing their swords 5,000 times."

"Start now."

"Yes."

The three hundred soldiers answered in unison, then ran to the open space on the right, lifted the huge stone above their heads, and began to run around the outer city wall.

"You go and supervise."

Hearing this, the four silver intermediate half-elf sword dancers bowed their heads and replied, "Yes."

On the other side, after listening to his master's story, Kyle nodded silently to indicate that he understood.

He was no longer surprised by this situation.

"My Lord, when you get close to the Barnstaple Crystal, please be sure to stand behind me. That kind of companion spirit is very difficult to deal with. With your strength, you can easily get hurt."

Upon hearing this, Weilin raised his right hand, revealing the semi-epic soul-protecting ring on his wrist: "With this treasure, you don't have to worry about my safety."

Looking at the item on his master's wrist, Kyle nodded to show that he understood.

Since the mistress has handed this semi-epic mind protection ring to the master, with the means of those companion spirits, if they can't even break their own protection, there is no need to worry about the master's safety.

……

The next morning, Weilin, Kyle and Odor met at the east gate of Star-Moon Castle.

The three of them looked at each other without further ado.

Odor motioned for the two to step back, then cast a spell to open a passage to the shadow world.

The shadow wind blowing towards him made Weilin feel a little cold.

Stepping into the passage, Weilin entered the shadow world.

Looking at the gray sky, he calmed his mind, followed his uncle and flew forward.

They had not been flying for long when something unexpected happened in the sky. A crack appeared in the sky and a terrifying pressure came over them.

Resisting the pressure from the sky, the three of them fell to the ground.

Looking up at the crack, it seemed like something was about to come out.

The next moment, a stream of light appeared and repaired the crack.

The terrifying pressure disappeared in an instant, Weilin dissipated his strength, and his heart was filled with shock.

"Let's go, find a place to hide and wait for the Barnstaple crystal to fall." Odor waved to Weilin and Kyle, then stood up and flew towards the distant mountains.

A few steps behind his uncle, Weilin looked at Kyle curiously and asked, "What was that just now?"

Hearing this, Kyle opened his mouth to answer, "My Lord, if I am not mistaken, the crack just now should have been caused by the Outer Gods trying to force their way into our world."

"There are such idiots?"