Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Two hours later, Weilin and Kyle came out of Count Blood Moon's tent and returned to the military camp.

Half a month later, the Duke of Easter, the Duke of Moravia, Saint Anastasia and a royal legend jointly held a pre-war meeting.

Although it is called a pre-war meeting, there is a certain threshold to participate in this meeting. Either you have the title of earl, or your own strength reaches the soul level.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Weilin passed through three layers of magic barriers and entered the meeting room.

In the conference room, many nobles sat on floating chairs, gathered in groups of three or four, sharing their intelligence and bragging to each other.

Weilin came to a hover chair and sat down, holding a round ball in his right hand and operating the chair to move around.

"Verin."

Hearing his own name, Weilin looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old acquaintance.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be here." Earl Russell floated to Weilin's side in a hover chair, with joy in his tone.

"Brother Russell, long time no see. I didn't expect you to be involved in this holy war of faith..."

"Brother Weilin, I haven't seen you for many years since you got married."

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy since I got married and I really can't spare the time to see you." Weilin said apologetically.

"If it's there, wouldn't we have seen it now?"

After exchanging pleasantries, the two began to share the information they knew.

"Marquis Bazel is very hostile to you, so you have to be careful." Russell lowered his voice and whispered to Weilin.

Hearing the other party's reminder, Weilin searched for relevant information about the Marquis Bazel in his mind.

Marquis Basil, whose full name is Basil Grote Bertram, is the head of the Bertram family. His territory, Grote Territory, is located in the Capev Province, covering an area of ​​about 110,000 square kilometers. There are two earls in his family, which is a middle-level existence in the sequence of marquis families.

The Bertram family and the Hacks family are in-laws, and they have been intermarrying for thousands of years, which is longer than the history of the Ax family.

Thinking of this, Weilin finally understood why the Marquis of Bazel was hostile to him, or rather, the Bertram family and the Ex family were hostile to each other, but they had not openly tore their faces apart.

If this Marquis Bazel was a marquis known for his wisdom, Weilin would not have to worry about anything. Smart people can judge the situation and will not confuse the situation.

But there are always unexpected things. The Marquis of Bazel was famous among the nobles for his force. In other words, he had a bad temper and did things without thinking. He was privately despised by other nobles as a "black bear in gorgeous clothes."

As far as he knew, it might be related to the Marquis's parents. Marriage between close relatives could easily give birth to geniuses, but it was more likely to give birth to geniuses with intellectual disabilities.

"Brother Russell, I will pay attention to it." After that, Weilin took out a document from his space ring and handed it to the other party, whispering, "Read it carefully when you go back. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. Although we are not the commander-in-chief, it is still necessary to understand the situation of the entire war."

"Thank you."

Russell showed gratitude, looked around carefully, and put the document into the space equipment.

Weilin replied quietly: "It's okay, it's mutually beneficial."

Weilin would never be stingy with his gifts to those who helped him.

Although he would get relevant information from other people later, he was very touched that Russell took the initiative to come to him and tell him this information.

As the two chatted, a powerful voice rang out in the conference room.

"The Duke of Moravia has arrived!"

The nobles present stopped communicating, lowered the hover chairs to the ground, stood on both sides, bowed and saluted to show their respect to the Duke of Moravia.

Under the gaze of many nobles, the Duke of Moravia entered the meeting room and sat down directly on the main seat at the top.

In less than two minutes, Duke Easter, Saint Anastasia and a legendary knight named Bradley Silvester entered the scene.

When Saint Anastasia entered the conference room, Weilin couldn't help but secretly glance at the saint, and he was fascinated by her in just a moment.

Saint Anastasia's long golden hair fell on her shoulders, her face was as beautiful as an angel, her skin was as white as snow and as delicate as silk, exuding a holy aura, her eyes were clear and bright, revealing tenderness and kindness. She was tall and elegant, wearing a white robe inlaid with golden patterns, shining with a mysterious light, reflecting the holy light emanating from her body.

Weilin had to admit that his heart was moved.

At this moment, he seemed to see the most beautiful scene in the world, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

However, it was only for a moment before Weilin's heart cooled down.

Looking to the left, he found that Brother Russell was even worse than him, and his eyes were almost popping out.

Russell, who was indulging in beautiful fantasies, felt the pain in his waist and suddenly woke up. He looked at Weilin with an apologetic look and his face flushed.

Verin winked at him and told him to look to his left.

Following Weilin's suggestion, Russell turned his head slightly and looked to the left. He found that there were people who were even worse off than himself, and he felt much better immediately.

At the front of the conference room, the Duke of Moravia sat in the second chair with his eyes closed, ignoring what was happening in the conference room.

Duke East sat on the third chair, watching the expressions of the nobles below with great interest. He wanted to see how the saint would deal with these nobles for fun.

Saint Anastasia sat on the first seat, looked down, and sighed inwardly. She didn't blame these nobles for behaving this way, the main source of the problem was her. She raised her hand and cast the magic [Clear Mind] to awaken these nobles who were addicted to her aura.

If the Pope hadn't asked her to come, she would only want to stay in the Temple of Life and serve the Goddess of Life.

"Everyone, take a seat."

Many nobles looked ashamed, apologized in a low voice, and sat down quietly.

Seeing everyone sit down, Saint Anastasia nodded to Bradley Silvester, indicating that he could begin.

After receiving the instructions, Bradley nodded in response and operated the crystal ball to sort the lords according to their titles, army combat effectiveness and their own strength according to the established form.

After a moment, one hundred and sixty-nine floating chairs were arranged in a staircase shape. From front to back, there were six rows in total, representing six levels.

There are eight people close to the four legends, namely seven marquises and one earl.

Weilin looked up and saw the result was the same as he expected. His great-aunt's overall strength was among the best in the expeditionary corps.

As for him, he was in the thirteenth position in the second row, with an earl on his left and another earl on his right.

"quiet."

As the legendary voice resounded throughout the conference room, everyone stopped whispering and turned their eyes to the four bosses at the top, waiting for the meeting to begin.

Seeing this, Bradley activated the image stone and projected the entire map of the Metagrayanangshia continent into the conference room. He then sat on the fourth chair and handed the leadership of the meeting back to Saint Anastasia.

This war of faith was led by the Church of Life, and Saint Anastasia naturally became the supreme leader of the expeditionary corps.