Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Six kinds of fruit tree seeds and seven kinds of food crop seeds.

In addition to holly wheat and qingyang fruit, several other fruit trees and grain crop seeds have one outstanding feature: short growth cycle, large yield, and corresponding poor taste, but they are very good staple foods for civilians.

"It can improve the food structure of the territory and plan the planting areas more rationally." Weilin closed the book and muttered to himself.

Compared with these things, this six cubic meter space ring is also extremely precious.

Finally, Verin put the book, fruits and seeds into the space ring and began to rest. There are still things to deal with tomorrow.

At dawn the next day, Kyle entered the room carrying a basin of hot water.

Lifting the blanket and blocking his sight with his hands, Weilin looked at the sunlight scattered in the window and slowly sat up.

"How about Hebrews, Dosius and Cassius?" Verin asked while washing his face with warm water.

"I got up an hour ago and am preparing for today's spectator duel." Kyle handed over the towel with ease and replied respectfully.

"Let's go."

After finishing washing, Weilin took Kyle to have breakfast, and then took several others to an artificial stream on the left side of the manor, where the banquet was held.

At this moment, many nobles arrived early and greeted each other politely.

According to the data given by the Governor of Cardero Province this year, there are 63 noble families in the entire province. Based on the requirements for whether they can participate in military wars, only 18 noble families meet the requirements.

In other words, in Cardero Province, only these eighteen noble families have the right to speak, which is less than half of the number of nobles in the entire province. It is well deserved to be the weakest province in the kingdom.

These eighteen noble families, including Alcott, Edgar and another viscount who was promoted from baron, have eight viscounts and ten barons.

Verin, who had just become a baron from a pioneering knight, was one of them.

When the surrounding little nobles met Weilin, they straightened their postures and took the initiative to salute.

Weilin returned the greeting with a smile, modest and polite, and did not show any arrogance due to the unequal status.

"Sir Verin, long time no see."

"Baron Wesker, it's been two years and you're still as strong as ever." Weilin took the initiative to hug the middle-aged noble and greeted him cordially.

Wesker Grosvenor sincerely praised: "When we first met, Sir was still a pioneer. Unexpectedly, he has become a powerful baron now."

As a minor nobleman, he could be regarded as witnessing the rise of the other party.

"Come on, let's go over there and talk."

The two came to a leisure seat and sat down, and began to communicate.

"Duke, your second son is a very hard-working knight. This is what my trusted guardian knight said about him."

When Wesker heard this, a smile appeared on his face: "Duke can be rated as a guardian knight by you, which makes me, as a father, feel honored."

"As a lord outside the border, I am very hungry for talents. I wonder what the Baron would recommend?"

After hearing what Welin said, Wesker felt that an opportunity had come, and asked in a respectful tone: "I wonder what kind of talents you need. I, a descendant of the Grosvenor family, hope to meet your needs."

"I admire hard-working knights like Duke." Verin did not answer directly, but gave Wesker an example.

"I am honored to receive your answer."

Verin looked at Wesker and continued: "As my first business partner, I can give you 500 bottles of ice blue potion, a specialty of my territory, for distribution."

"Thank you for your generosity, Sir Verin." Wesker instantly felt like it was pie in the sky that he could actually get the right to sell this precious potion. He felt that his original choice was very wise.

After the first phase of the Serop Corps war, the ice blue potion had proven its worth.

In the market, a bottle of ice blue potion costs fifteen gold coins, but only if you have channels to buy it. Little nobles like them have some spare money, but they don't have channels to buy it.

As for the commercial camp next to the Brazilian A camp, small nobles like them would not dare to compete with those powerful nobles for the ice blue potion.

Unknowingly, Wesker had placed his status below that of Vaelin, and was willing to do so.

"As long as the talents recommended by the baron catch my eye, each person is worth the right to purchase a purple horse."

"Please rest assured Sir, I will do my best to select talents for you."

Upon hearing the news, Wesker was so excited that he was incoherent. He felt that he must be favored by the goddess of life to have such an opportunity.

"Hahaha, Baron Wesker, it doesn't have to be like this. You and I have the same title, so there is no need to talk to me like this." Verin looked at Wesker and couldn't help but say.

"My lord, it is my pleasure."

At this time, Kyle came to Weilin's side and reported in a low voice.

"Baron Wesker, my cousin is looking for me, so I'll go over there first. Let's talk next time."

Looking at Verin's leaving figure, Wesker had a hunch that next time he might have to kneel on the ground to speak to Verin.

He shook his head and didn't think about what was and wasn't. With the distribution rights of the ice blue potion and the purchase quota of the purple horse, the opportunity for the Grosvenor family to rise was now.

Arriving at a pavilion, Brian, Edgar's eldest son Alec, Alcott's eldest son Cowell, Viscount Moncas' eldest son Cassius and another young nobleman, a total of five people .

"Cousin, who is this?"

Seeing this, Brian smiled and explained: "This is Mordred Barritt, the eldest son of Viscount Algernon Barritt, Alcott's cousin's friend."

"Nice to meet you, Ser Vaelin." Mordred stood up, put his right hand on his chest, bent his body slightly, and said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Mordred."

"Verin, Mordred, let's sit down and talk." Brian asked the two of them to sit down.

Afterwards, several servants entered the pavilion carrying tea and cakes, which were neatly placed on the stone table for six people to enjoy.

A few people were chatting and then got involved in the spectator duel.

"Weilin, who are you going to send to fight?" Brian asked curiously.

"Can't I?"

Verin said half-jokingly, causing several others to laugh.

"You all go up to duel, and we still have to be caught up by our father's stick." Cowell said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Mordred responded with a smile: "Verin, if you go up to a duel, I bet that not many people would dare to compete with you."

"Okay, okay, let's liven up the atmosphere. If I compete, it will destroy the meaning of the spectator duel." Weilin waved his hand and responded to everyone with a smile.