Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"How's it going?"

Facing the inquiry from his master, Kyle nodded and replied: "My subordinates have made clear the path for the future, but there are some difficulties."

Verin stood up, came to Kyle, patted his shoulder, and said firmly: "No matter what difficulties you encounter, I will always support you, even if it costs all my wealth."

The difficulties coming from Kyle's mouth must have been very difficult for Verin, but he chose to support him unconditionally.

Seeing this, Kyle withdrew his shadow, smiled on his face, and said, "I understand, Lord."

Verin did not ask about Kyle's legendary path.

It would be better for only me to know about such things that involve the future path.

In the next two months, Verin and Kyle traveled throughout the demiplane of Cecilia and drew detailed maps to prepare for the future development of the demiplane.

As for Odor, he stayed where he was and indulged in studying the Annabel Time Corridor all day long.

In early July, Verin and Kyle ended their exploration of the demiplane and returned to the original land.

Falling from the sky, Verin stood beside Odor and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, have you unlocked the Annabel Time Corridor?"

"A hundred years from now, if you ask me again, I can tell you for sure that there is no solution."

Facing Odor's humorous answer, Verin couldn't help laughing.

As for Kyle, although his face still maintained a calm expression, his slightly bent fingers had betrayed his truest thoughts.

After a while, the world elf Cecilia, who had been away for two months, returned to Verin, with visible fatigue on her face.

Verin stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and held Cecilia in his palms.

Feeling the magic power conveyed by the contractor, Cecilia hesitated for a while and finally chose to accept it.

"Is the situation better?"

"Much better." Cecilia stood up again and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that setting up the *** teleportation array would consume so much. In the next ten years, I will need to sleep to restore my strength."

Hearing the words of the World Elf, Verin said guiltily: "Cecilia, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, contractor, I hope you can treat the demiplane Cecilia well."

"I will."

Verin solemnly promised, then took out a wind sweet fruit from the space ring and handed it to Cecilia.

"Hope you like it."

"Thank you, Contractor. This is the first gift I have received since I was born." The World Elf accepted the Fengtian Fruit and thanked Verin.

With a smile on his face, Weilin said gently: "If possible, I still hope you can call me by my name."

Cecilia nodded and said, "I understand, Verin."

After saying that, Cecilia flew far away and raised her hands.

Tens of thousands of unknown words emerged from all around, forming a teleportation array that enveloped the three people.

"Weilin, see you in ten years." Cecilia waved her hand in the distance, bidding farewell to her contractor.

Verin waved his right hand and said goodbye: "Cecilia, when you wake up here, I will let you see the new look of Cecilia's demiplane."

The light enveloped the three of them and flew out of the demiplane.

Pass through the boundaries of time, penetrate countless interfaces, break through the layers of illusion and magic, and enter the shadow world.

Under the watchful eye of a legendary Yin Void giant, he passed through the barrier between the shadow world and the real world openly and returned to the real world.

After the three people left, Cecilia did not rush back to the demiplane chaotic consciousness space to sleep. Instead, she came to a certain valley and sealed the place.

After landing on the ground, take out the Fengtian Fruit, turn it into a seed, and bury it in the soil.

"Ten years from now, I will return you a Fengtianguo grove."

"Goodbye, my chosen contractor."

Looking at the saplings emerging from the ground, Cecilia nodded with great satisfaction, returned to the demiplane chaotic consciousness space, and began to fall asleep to restore her lost strength.

……

After an unknown amount of time, when the vision returned to clarity, Weilin found himself lying on a beach, with a group of murlocs standing not far away, chattering and communicating in Deep Sea Language.

Looking around, he only found Kyle's figure, not his uncle's figure.

With some doubts, Verin sat up, came to Kyle, and woke him up.

Feeling the gentle magic power, Kyle regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and saw the face of his master.

"We seem to have lost our uncle."

Seeing Kyle regaining consciousness, Verin helped him up, looked embarrassed, and said helplessly.

Kyle stood up, evaporated the water stains and sand on his clothes, looked around, grabbed a high-level bronze fishman, and asked skillfully in Deep Sea Language: "What is this place?"

Feeling the momentum emanating from the human being in front of him, the fish-man warrior showed a cowardly look on his ferocious appearance, and said in a squeaky voice: "Sir, I don't know, little one, but elders, I know."

"Where is your tribe?"

"Over there, the beach." The fishman warrior didn't know what loyalty was, so in order to survive, he directly sold his tribe's position.

Looking at the direction the other person was pointing, Kyle waved him away as he couldn't find anything to ask.

Seeing this, the fishman warrior kowtowed and thanked him, quickly got up, entered the sea, and swam away.

After receiving the specific information, Verin flew into the air and flew towards the beach pointed by the fishman warrior.

Kyle saw this and quickly followed.

A few minutes later, Weilin stood above a fish-man tribe and roughly estimated the number of fish-men in the tribe to be around 20,000. As for the gold-level fishmen, Weilin only found one, lying in the only house made of wood, enjoying pleasure with several fishmen.

Falling into the fish-men tribe, Verin used the combat skill [Born-Knight].

"Go and catch that fishman."

Waiting for Verin's instructions, the white knight rode the white horse, passed through the body of the fishman guard, and headed towards the wooden building.

Many murloc warriors touched their bodies and couldn't help but feel lucky when they saw that there was no harm at all. Then they looked around, put down their weapons before they had time to think, and fled from here quickly.

As for the clan leader in the wooden house, if they can survive from the hands of humans, they will still be their clan leader. If they cannot survive, they can only choose another outstanding warrior to be the new clan leader.

The entire tribe fell into chaos, with noises one after another. Countless murlocs screamed in panic and fled towards the deep sea.

Hearing the commotion and noise coming from outside the house, Ruskin opened his eyes in a daze, struggled to get up from a group of naked fishmen, hurriedly put on a rough animal skin clothes, and was about to push When he went out to find out what was going on, he saw a white faceless knight with a club on his head.

Looking at the fallen target, the raw-knight dragged the fishman's hind legs towards the center of the tribe.