Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Half an hour later, the blue-haired girl opened her eyes, put her hands on the bed, and with gentle force, poked a hole out.

Feeling the changes in her body, the blue-haired girl was a little confused. She looked at Kyle with a look of awe, admiration, and nostalgia.

Meeting her eyes, Kyle naturally knew what this thirteen-year-old girl was thinking, but he had no idea about it now, at least not until his master got married.

"Your real name is Lyanna, and your code name is Blue."

"Yes, Master." The blue-haired girl replied crisply.

Seeing this, Kyle nodded with satisfaction and said, "During this period, I will personally teach you until you advance to the Silver level. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me and I will answer it for you."

"You also have a companion named Rahel, codenamed Gray."

"You are positioned as my assistant, which is why I bought you back."

"I understand, Master, I will not let you down." Lan clenched her fists and her eyes became firm. She must become the most capable assistant of her Master.

Looking at her eyes, Kyle seemed to see himself more than ten years ago, exactly the same as before.

Kyle stretched out his hand, rubbed Lan's hair, and said with a smile: "Don't put too much pressure on me."

Lan closed her eyes and enjoyed this peaceful and warm moment.

……

In mid-December of the Glorious Calendar 9737, this alert mission, which lasted less than two years, officially ended.

On the morning of December 12st, all troops of the 21th Corps returned to their posts and moved south.

Everyone in the 135th Legion had regrets on their faces. There was only one reason: they hadn't dug enough yet.

Looking around, Weilin could clearly see that the skin of the young nobles had turned a lot whiter. He had apparently run into the mine and dug with his pickaxe, praying for more wealth.

Sure enough, in the face of interests, these nobles put aside their dignity.

After all, the benefits obtained are more important than one's own face.

"This retreat to the south, our regiment will be the last batch of troops to evacuate."

"In order to prevent dwarves from sneaking up on you, keep your armor on your body and your weapons on your hands, and be ready for battle at any time."

"Yes, legion commander."

The meeting was brief. Verin only announced some important matters and then dismissed the meeting.

A new military operation was about to begin, and it was rare for Weilin to have some free time. He didn't have to get up at six in the morning and go to bed at eleven in the evening, and he didn't have to be watched by Kyle every day.

Step out of the tent, open your arms, welcome the sun, and feel more relaxed than ever before.

After eight months of hard training, my strength has increased significantly, but my desire to be lazy has also become more and more serious. It is really a contradictory psychology.

"Lord, what to do with those gray-skinned goblins? The two groups of slaves add up to 150,000 people." Kyle came to Verin and asked in a low voice.

"Send someone to contact Centaur Surilun and hand over these slaves to them."

"I understand."

Kyle naturally understood what his master was thinking. There were too many gray-skinned Goblin slaves. If they were massacred, they would have a bad reputation if they were discovered.

If it is all handled by the centaurs, it will have nothing to do with them at all.

It just so happens that there are still 30,000 feather arrows in the warehouse. I believe those centaurs are very happy to accept this batch of gray-skinned Goblin slaves.

……

At the centaur camp at the foot of Heiyao Mountain, Rodis Muhammer, the co-chief of the centaur tribe, fell into deep thought after listening to Su Lilun's report.

Thanks to the trade with humans, they have obtained a large number of weapons. Although some of them cannot adapt to the size of the weapons, they are very sharp at killing gray-skinned goblins. After all, this is the standard weapon of the dwarf army and is very durable.

"Warchief, the human mind is very simple. They are about to evacuate, but these cunning and cunning humans are not willing to massacre the gray-skinned Goblin slaves, so they want to use our hands to eliminate this hidden danger." Suli Lun crossed his hands. He leaned over to salute and expressed his guess.

"If it were on the battlefield, I would not hesitate to kill all the enemies, but facing this group of gray-skinned Goblin slaves who cannot resist, if I do this, it will arouse the hostility of other races around me."

Rodis was very greedy for the feather arrows in the hands of humans, but it was difficult for him to make up his mind to massacre the unarmed gray-skinned Goblin slaves.

"Great Chief, haven't we discovered a lot of mineral resources? Since these gray-skinned goblins have been digging for nearly two years, we can definitely take over and send them to the mines to mine for us centaurs. Create a steady stream of profits." A centaur general reminded, instantly opening up the situation.

Rodis thought for a moment and felt that his thoughts had gone astray. After the centaur general's guidance, he instantly discovered the way to make a fortune.

In the past, they also captured gray-skinned goblins to serve as slaves and as food rations, but they did not have the ability to train slaves to mine. As for these gray-skinned goblins with low IQs, let alone them, they were a group of people with some slight IQ. They are just worms that only know how to reproduce.

"Yamos, your proposal is very good. From the chief's point of view, this is not a burden. He is clearly a 150,000-year-old mining expert." Rodis praised him greatly. He is indeed the wisest centaur general, even with his size. Smaller, thinner, not the slightest threat to himself, he is a right-hand man who can do very wrong.

"Suli Lun, I leave this matter to you, remember to pretend to be embarrassed."

'Yes, Warchief.'

Rodis is in a very good mood now. Ever since he made the deal with humans, everything has gone smoothly for him.

The gray-skinned goblins, who used to be regarded as lowly as worms, brought him a steady stream of weapons and equipment. Now they can serve as mining slaves, creating a steady stream of value for his tribe.

Three days later, after Kyle packed up the 150,000 gray-skinned goblins and handed them to Surilun, he devoted himself to counting the harvest.

Late at night, Lan put a cup of hot tea next to Kyle, then stood aside, staring at his master intently.

After Kyle's special training, it only took Lan three months to adapt to his own strength and advance to become a silver low-level wind dancer archer.

"You go and rest first, I still have things to do." Kyle turned his head, looked at Lan who was still waiting for him, and said softly.

"Yes, Master."

Lan said reluctantly, but still returned to his tent to rest.

Two hours later, looking at the statistical data in his hand, Kyle smiled.

Excluding the items handed over to the Sixth Command, this harvest was quite substantial, with a total value of approximately 2.1 billion gold coins.