Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"I plan to send Sean to Windsor Castle and let the head of the family teach him for a few years. What do you think?" Simon turned to look at his eldest son Gallouk and said in a deep voice.

Gallok glanced at his second son and said, "Father, let's follow your wishes. Sean needs to inherit our family business in the future. It will also be good for him to be closer to the family head."

"Sean, what do you think?" Simon turned his head and looked at his grandson, asking with a serious face.

The boy's immature face showed determination: "Grandpa, father, I am willing."

"Good boy, if you are ambitious, go to Windsor Castle, but don't lose the face of your second uncle." Milan Akers put his arm around the boy's shoulders, with a big smile on his face.

Compared to the seriousness of his grandfather and father, Sean is closer to his second uncle Milan.

"Alright, the banquet is about to begin. Milan, my father and Gallouk also have things to do, so Sean and Amanda will be left to you to take care of."

"No problem, father." Milan said carelessly.

The girl Amanda on the side curled her lips and expressed dissatisfaction with her grandfather's words, but she did not object on the spot.

At the front of Yinluo Hall, Angus brought Verin here, greeted several familiar marquises around him, and then stood there, waiting for Commander Sirid's speech.

Verin stood next to his father, looked around, and found that the junior following the other marquis knew Sigrid Rodente, and the others were all strangers.

Suddenly, a young man turned his head and met Weilin's eyes.

Seeing this situation, Weilin could only smile apologetically, but the other party did not pursue the matter and just laughed it off.

Afterwards, Commander Sirid came to the front stage and began to speak.

First, read out the list of gold-level professionals who died in this battle, recognize their heroic battles, and observe a moment of silence for their sacrifices.

The second is a summary of the expedition and recognition of the contributions of the ten regiment commanders in the expeditionary force.

In the end, there were no nutritious polite words, but they had to cheer up and listen. No one wanted to leave the bad side to Commander Sirid.

Half an hour later, Sirid ended his speech and announced that the banquet had officially begun.

With his father's permission, Verin wandered around the hall, tasting delicious food, and occasionally chatting with some nobles about the war.

"Master Weilin." When he was standing at the dining table choosing what to eat next piece of cake, he suddenly heard someone calling his name. Weilin turned his head and looked. There was a man and a woman, Simon's grandson and granddaughter.

"Amanda, and this..."

"Master Weilin, you can call me Sean." The young man introduced himself, trying to appear mature.

"What do you want from me?" Weilin looked at the underage boy and asked gently.

Upon seeing this, Amanda Akers said respectfully: "We would like to ask you for some information about Windsor Castle."

"That's it!" Weilin looked at the two of them and seemed to understand something. He picked up a plate of pastries and said to the two of them, "It happens to be fine. You two come with me over here and I will give it to you slowly."

In a corner, far away from the center of Yinluo Hall, the three of them were sitting quietly on a soft leather sofa.

"Which of you is going to study at Windsor Castle?" Verin picked up a piece of pastry and said to the two of them.

"Master Verin, this is my brother Sean, so I want to know about the situation in Windsor Castle in advance." Amanda answered.

"Okay, let me tell you something." Weilin sat upright and said to the two of them, "If you go to Windsor Castle to study and there is something you don't understand, you can go to the underground library and find an elder of the family. You can call him Elder Miller, he is very tolerant to the younger generations."

"If you can meet my elder brother, you can also ask him for advice..."

Unconsciously, half an hour had passed. Weilin told the siblings some useful things, including the housekeeper beside his father, but he only had some general information, and the young man needed to know the details himself.

"Master Verin, thank you very much for telling my brother so many useful things." Amanda pulled Sean to stand up and saluted Verin to express their gratitude.

Weilin waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "We are all from the same family, so there is no need to be so polite."

Afterwards, the two siblings left. After Weilin finished destroying the pastries, he was about to get some more when a young man came over with a plate of fruit and sat opposite Weilin.

When he looked up, he didn't expect it to be the young nobleman whom he had caught spying on others just now.

"My name is Jadink Budebol, would you mind chatting?"

The other party's tone was very gentle, and it felt like a refreshing spring breeze, but Weilin was more vigilant just because he remembered his father's teachings.

But there should be some actions on the surface to make things happen. I randomly picked up an unknown piece of fruit from the other person's plate, put it in my mouth, chewed it slowly, and found that it tasted very good. I immediately praised: "You are very discerning, this fruit is good. Meet me, my name is Verin Akers.”

"Hahaha, interesting man." Yadinke Budbol laughed out loud, his movements were very casual, without those so-called aristocratic etiquette.

In their view, only the lower-level nobles would strictly follow the so-called aristocratic etiquette. For children of their family, in addition to maintaining respect when facing their elders, they are also very easy-going as long as there is no hostility among their peers.

"What I observed just now was very secretive. How did you find out?" Weilin looked at the other party and asked curiously.

"Secret." Yadinke Budbol did not answer directly, but turned to another topic, "What do you think of the kingdom's war against the Ashmoon Wasteland."

"Any opinions?" Weilin touched his chin, thought for a while, and then said, "Actually, I don't have any opinions. This is purely a military training exercise."

"Okay." Yadinke sounded a little disappointed, but he quickly covered it up and talked about other topics with Verin.

In just half an hour of getting along, Verin got to know this junior of the Marquis of Budebol. In his opinion, this person was on par with his eldest brother Ilysses.

The other party can analyze a lot of useful things from some superficial phenomena, such as the general trend of the kingdom, the hidden meaning of in-depth transactions with other countries, judging the reasons for the struggle between various domestic forces, etc.

Weilin believed that he did not have the ability like him. Some things were innate and others could not ask for them. For example, he could get guidance from fate and bring him useful news, but the other party did not have this ability.

Afterwards, Yadinke ended his communication with Verin.