Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Arriving at the nearest village outside the city, Weilin spent two silver coins to rent a warehouse in the village from the local village and waited for the scammer to come to his door.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the liar automatically came to the warehouse, his eyes were dull, and he sat on a wooden chair.

With a thought, Weilin made a vine grow out of the ground, bound the middle-aged mage to a wooden chair, and finally blocked his mouth.

After everything was ready, Kyle first applied [Magic Imprisonment], and then released [Human Confusion], allowing the liar to recover.

Looking at the surrounding environment, the middle-aged mage instinctively mobilized the magic energy in his body, but found that it had no effect at all.

"Damn you bastard, how dare you sell me a fake map. You deserve to be damned. I still trust you so much." A smile appeared on Weilin's face, and he manipulated the vines to transform into a pair of fists, beating the middle-aged mage in the abdomen.

The magic power was imprisoned and the mouth was blocked, making it impossible to vent the pain caused by the body.

Kyle crossed his arms and leaned aside, watching the scene quietly.

Weilin pulled out his long sword, brushed away the hair that covered his face, and said with some surprise: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, he looks like a ghost, but he is actually a liar. It's better to be a lover to those noble ladies than to cheat money." The ease.”

"woo woo woo woo"

The middle-aged mage nodded, then shook his head crazily, his eyes full of innocence.

"How dare you pretend to be innocent." Weilin was furious and decided to use a set of great memory techniques on the other party first.

For men, the fatal blow is the most intolerable.

Verin decided to castrate the liar first and then make him feel ashamed.

He drove Tengman to grab a rusty machete in the corner of the warehouse, and without any hesitation, he stepped forward and chopped down at the middle-aged mage.

The bloody scene he imagined did not happen, which made Verin feel a little sick and quickly moved away from the middle-aged mage who was tied to the chair.

"I just said why don't you become a noble lady and a lover? It turns out that there is no such thing. Is it because I was caught and raped in bed before and was chopped into pieces when I escaped?"

"woo woo woo woo"

The middle-aged mage shook his head crazily in denial.

But in Verin's view, this was already a disguised admission.

The more crazy you deny something, the more it means you are right.

"My lord, this seems to be a woman?" Kyle suddenly said.

"Female?" Weilin asked with confusion, "Didn't you block his magic power? This should be his true appearance. How could he be a woman?"

"My lord, what you did just now broke through the other party's disguise, and I discovered that the other party is a woman." Kyle explained, "However, this is also what I am curious about."

"It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, if you dare to deceive me, you will have to pay a price. When I have vented my anger enough, you can do whatever you want to study." Weilin waved his hand, not caring whether the liar was a man or a woman.

Seeing this, Kyle stepped aside and continued to be a bystander.

Verin continued to manipulate the vines, using them as fists to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

Half an hour later, Verin looked at the helpless mage, untied the vines from his mouth, took out a chair and a bunch of fruits from the Druid's Book, and signaled Kyle to start his performance.

Seeing that his master had had enough fun, Kyle had a thought, grabbed the mage in front of him, and asked gently: "Tell me, what is your name."

The mage stared at Kyle with blank eyes, not prepared to answer his question.

Kyle shook his head helplessly, stretched out his right hand, and shook it gently.

An invisible force squeezed the mage's body.

"what--"

Screams rang out and echoed in the warehouse.

"I usually don't do it casually. Don't do it again. Otherwise, it won't be your body that will suffer, but your soul."

"Understand?"

"I understand... I understand... I understand."

A hoarse voice sounded from the mage's mouth.

"Okay, answer my question."

"My, my name is Zenobia, this is me... I gave myself a name."

"What's going on with your appearance?" Kyle said without any nonsense and went straight to the point.

"I...I don't know. When...I was eight years old, I could change my body shape."

"Can you maintain this appearance without using magic power?"

"Yes, it is."

Kyle waved his hand and released the magical restraint on the mage, and said: "Restore your original appearance."

The mage hesitated for a while, met Kyle's cold eyes, and finally chose to give up the resistance and return to his original appearance.

Weilin sat on a chair and watched attentively.

After a while, an ordinary girl appeared in front of the two of them.

He has no outstanding appearance, and there is no burden on his chest. If he is placed among the crowd, he cannot be found unless he compares the portraits carefully.

"It's a very strange feeling. Magic is just an introduction. The ultimate source is actually acting on the soul. It is indeed a soul skill that is famous for all kinds of strange things." Kyle touched his chin, looked at the girl in front of him up and down, and said.

Weilin also had a new surprise. He didn't expect that this liar actually had the same soul skills as himself.

"Lord, I want to keep her as a dependent."

"Okay." Weilin nodded and said. Anyway, he has vented his anger enough. Kyle can do whatever he wants.

From beginning to end, neither of them asked Zenobia for her opinion.

As for the parties concerned, they said they had no opinion at all and did not dare to have any.

The young man in front of him was no different from squeezing himself to death than squeezing an ant to death, and he didn't dare to have any resistance at all.

Kyle put the girl down, carved the celestial script with his own blood, and introduced it into the other person's soul.

Amid the wailing, the girl was wrapped in light and turned into a white giant egg.

Kyle continued to transfer his own magic energy into it, transforming the opponent's body.

Weilin took out some fruits from the Druid's Book and watched them with relish.

The sound of movement attracted the villagers in the village, but under the obstruction of the village chief, no villager dared to approach the warehouse and could only communicate with each other a few hundred meters away.

The whole process lasted until the next morning, before Kyle stopped what he was doing and stepped forward to smash the white dome.

Before the eggshell fell to the ground, it turned into dots of starlight and gradually disappeared.

Weilin heard the noise, opened his eyes, and woke up.

An angel with white wings on his back appeared in front of him. It was obvious that this was the result of Kyle's night.

The girl gradually woke up, fell to the ground, knelt on one knee, crossed her hands on her chest, and whispered: "Thank you, Master, for giving Zenobia a new life."

"Get up."

Hearing Kyle's voice, Zenobia stood up, turned to face Verin, knelt down and saluted: "For the lord's deception, Zenobia will spend the rest of his life to atone for you."

"Get up." Verin said.

Now that Kyle has subdued the other party, he is one of his own, and he has vented his anger, and this matter has been revealed.

"Sin is your code name."

"Yes, Master."

Afterwards, Zenobia folded her wings, returned to her ordinary appearance, and followed Verin and Kyle back to Crescent City.