Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"Brother Bulborn, I don't want our 150-year friendship to be tainted by this incident. Please leave and stop interfering." Almond, wearing the magic shackles, said to Bulborn affectionately.

Bulborn looked at Almond and couldn't help but sigh: "Why does such an upright and kind person like you have such a family?"

"Perhaps this is fate. Everything I have cannot be without the help of my family. Since I have it, I must bear the corresponding responsibilities. It is not the fault of others, we all deserve it." Amond showed a relieved smile, As if letting go.

"Our branch does not have a high say in the royal family, but there is still no problem in ensuring that your branch can live normally in the kingdom. Leave it to me. I will use my power to try my best to benefit you and your direct family. Some conveniences.”

Afterwards, Bulborn left the camp directly without giving Almond time to refute.

Almond looked at Bulborn's back with a complicated expression and sighed longly.

……

In the following days, Krell invited Verin to the party again.

Through several exchanges, Verin became familiar with Alva, a disciple of Bishop Camille.

However, in front of this priest, Weilin always felt like he was being seen through. He didn't know if it was his own illusion.

At the end of July, the battle achievements were calculated.

Weilin led the 0.6th Transportation Battalion to complete three military ration transportation missions. He received 0.8 combat merit for the first time, 0.6 combat merit for the second time, and 0.5 combat merit for the third time. He also received 2.5 combat merit for fulfilling his obligation to respond to the war, for a total of combat merit.

Including the two battle merits obtained previously, Weilin has a total of 4.5 battle merits, which is still short of 25.5 battle merits.

It can only be said that large-scale wars are good. It is better to have a good position and gain military exploits at a lower cost.

Many nobles spent more than ten years training their armies, but more than half of them were lost this time, and they only achieved three or four military exploits.

It will take more than ten years to develop until the next time we are able to participate in a war of this scale.

On the morning of August 1, Medmunch sent someone to invite him to a small meeting. Weilin immediately accepted the invitation and asked him to reply to Medmunch and promise to attend on time.

"What do you think is the main purpose of this small meeting?" Verin placed the invitation on the round table and asked Kyle beside him.

"The Knights of Lord Medmonkey are in the expansion stage and are currently short of people. During the war, there are always some lower-level nobles who have performed well but have no connections, so this small meeting is held for them." Kyle Combining the previous information and thinking carefully, I gave the answer.

"clever."

"In this way, the participants will become the benefactors of the lower-level nobles, and the Knights of Lord Medmonkey will also gain talents that can be cultivated. After all, no one will promote mediocre people."

"So, it's a win-win-win situation."

"Master, what do you need from your subordinates?" Kyle asked proactively.

Verin smiled knowingly: "You, Imogen and Greg know best the outstanding lower-level nobles in the 13th Transport Battalion, so I need you to select outstanding talents from them and make a list."

"I understand. In three days, I will give you a list of names from the Lord."

"Go."

After sending Kyle away, Verin began to practice druidry with peace of mind.

The next night, Verin went to the headquarters of the Sixteenth Silver Knights alone and handed the invitation to the knight at the door for inspection.

"My lord, please put on this mask."

The knights exchanged invitations, and then took off a half-face mask from the side with the number six written in the upper center.

Weilin took the mask, put it on his face naturally, and entered the small camp.

At this moment, many invited people had already entered the camp. No one talked to each other. They all sat quietly in the seats assigned to their numbers and waited quietly.

Looking around, there are thirty seats in the entire interior, representing the thirty people invited.

Weilin found the seat marked with number six, sat at the short square table, and waited quietly.

Not long after, Medmonkey entered the camp and whispered to Khadqi beside him.

After a while, various foods were brought out and placed one by one on the short square table in front of everyone.

Thirty people stood up and saluted respectfully: "I have met Lord Medmonkey."

"Everyone, please take a seat."

Medmonkey sat on the main seat and said to the others.

After everyone sat down, Medmonkey directly began to explain the purpose of holding this private banquet.

"I invite you here today, not for official matters, but for private matters. You are all generals of one party. The first phase of the war is about to end, and the knights under my command are in the expansion stage and need a lot of malleable talents."

"The Knights will evaluate the talents recommended by you. Based on their contributions, they can be exchanged for corresponding breathing techniques and various military special supplies in our Knights' warehouse."

When everyone heard this, they were very excited.

Then a book was distributed to everyone on the low square table.

Weilin opened it and saw various supplies and corresponding introductions written on it.

Looking back, the third item on page 67 was actually an ice blue potion. Weilin was a little surprised, but not surprised.

The Knights may see the value of this potion more clearly than he does.

Then, the banquet began.

Since everyone is wearing a mask, it is impossible to identify each other, so there is only a small amount of communication with the people on the left and right.

About an hour later, the banquet ended and everyone left one after another.

Verin blended into the crowd and left the Knights' station.

Two days later, Verin received a list handed over by Kyle, which recorded twenty noble children who could be cultivated.

"Prepare a banquet and invite these twenty people over. I will meet with them." Verin closed the list and ordered Kyle.

"Yes."

That night, twenty junior nobles, neatly dressed, entered the camp one by one and sat cross-legged in front of the low wooden table.

Weilin raised his head and looked at the twenty people, with anxiety and excitement written all over their faces.

They didn't know why a big shot like Wei Lin wanted to entertain them, but they would never do such a thing without any purpose.

"You have been assigned to the 13th Transportation Battalion for half a year. Although I don't know much about you, the fact that you were elected by your captain shows that they value your future."

The calm and majestic voice made the twenty people sit up straight and gradually raise their heads.

"The Sixteenth Knights lack available reserve junior officers. I will recommend you to them. The opportunity is given to you. Whether you can seize it or not depends on you."

"Thank you for your gift, sir."

Twenty people knelt down on the ground with great excitement and thanked Weilin.

"Get up, today's banquet is prepared for you, get to know each other well." Weilin said calmly.