Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

The sky was dim. In the logistics camp, after Muller took over from the Knights of the Tenth Temple, he returned to the camp with his subordinates to rest.

I entered the room, put down my helmet, and was just about to lie down on the bed to rest when I heard a knock on the door.

Looking through the door and windows at the shadows outside, Muller recognized that it was the guard of Commander-in-Chief Carnegie Millaris. He patted his face, cheered himself up, and went to open the door.

After working for 160 hours straight without sleep, Mueller felt extremely exhausted and couldn't help but pray in his heart, hoping that it was not an urgent task.

"squeak--"

The low-ranked silver temple knight watched the door open and saluted with his chest in respect: "Captain Muller, the commander-in-chief asked you to assemble the Ninth Temple Knights and go to the Dorne River Camp."

Muller looked directly at the Temple Knight in front of him and asked, "What is the time limit?"

"The commander-in-chief did not give a specific time limit."

"Thank you for your hard work. I will bring the Ninth Knights over as soon as possible."

"Captain Mueller, I will take my leave."

The low-level silver temple knight saluted again, then turned and left, riding the Red Sun Horse back to the Dorne River Camp to report.

Looking at the other party's back as he left, Muller squinted his eyes and couldn't help but wonder why Commander Karnry summoned the Ninth Knights. Among the thirty temple knights of the Crusaders, the Ninth Knights he led was below average in strength and would not have received special attention from Commander Karnry.

"Could it be..."

Thinking of this, Mueller couldn't help but smile bitterly.

You should just listen to what that adult says and don't take it seriously.

Back in the room, Muller put on his helmet, picked up his knight's sword, and walked quickly towards the camp.

With the sound of bugles, 1,500 Knights Templar assembled within three minutes.

Looking at the neat military formation, Muller nodded slightly, mounted his horse, and led his troops towards the Dorne River camp.

In the dark night, fifteen hundred Knights Templar galloped on the avenue, and the only sound that could be heard in the team was the sound of horse hooves.

Most of the Temple Knights in the Ninth Temple Knights came from the Kingdom of Siron, with only about two hundred coming from other small countries. Most of them were knight apprentices. There were two hundred bronze knights, only thirteen silver knights, and as for the gold knight, there was only him.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, fifteen hundred Temple Knights lined up on the training ground.

Muller handed the horse to his subordinates, dressed himself, and walked straight to the commander's tent.

After numerous inspections, Mueller arrived in front of the tent.

"Come in."

Upon hearing this, the two guards opened the curtain.

Muller took a deep breath, put on his helmet, and entered the tent.

"Commander, Muller of the Ninth Temple Knights reports to you, please give your instructions."

In front of the low table, a middle-aged man restrained his aura, waved his hand to let the eight high-ranking silver knights in the tent go out, and said, "Sit down."

Upon hearing this, Muller saluted by beating his chest, walked to the left, took off his helmet, and sat cross-legged on the blanket.

"The Ilia Expeditionary Corps has issued an order to me. Starting tomorrow, the Ninth Knights will accept the command of Verin Axe, commander of the Fifteenth Army of the Fourth Legion of the Expeditionary Corps. Before dawn, you need to lead your troops to report to the Ades Military Camp."

Mueller looked serious and answered, "Yes."

"The commander of the 15th Army is the grandson of Duke Moravia, the chief mage of the Ilia Expeditionary Corps. I don't know if he is easy to get along with. If you encounter difficulties, try to be tolerant. This place is different from the world of Valkham. You need to remember this."

"If you encounter a life-threatening situation, send me a message as soon as possible and I will do my best to help you deal with it."

Mueller bowed his head and thanked him, "Yes, Commander."

Looking at the temple knight in front of him, Kahnrui remembered what his disciple had asked him to do and smiled bitterly, thinking that he might have to break his promise.

If someone else asked him for the command of the Knights of the Ninth Temple, he could still refuse as the commander-in-chief of the Crusaders, but this was an order given by a legend, and as a high-level soul priest, he could only obey orders.

Half a month ago, he recalled the advice given to him by Saint Anastasia and felt a little powerless, but helpless. This was the gap between world levels.

"Go to the warehouse and get five thousand pieces of armor. Take them with you to the Ades camp."

Mueller raised his head and said bravely: "Commander, I have seen that person in the logistics camp. He has a gentle attitude and is kind to others. I don't think we should use it..."

"You can't judge a person by his appearance. How can you be sure that he is easy to get along with just by meeting him once?" Kahnrui interrupted Muller and asked in a deep voice.

"This..." Mueller was speechless for a moment. After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and replied, "I understand. Thank you for your reminder."

"It's getting late, I won't keep you any longer."

Seeing this, Mueller replied respectfully: "Commander, I will take my leave."

After leaving the tent, Mueller followed a guard to the warehouse.

After receiving the commander's order, the soldiers guarding the warehouse opened the warehouse and moved the armor onto the carriages.

At three o'clock in the morning, Muller looked at the eighty-three carriages, then looked at his subordinates, and ordered them to set off.

……

In the morning, Weilin got up from bed, dressed, and prepared to meet the Knights of the Ninth Temple.

When I walked out of the tent, Kyle was already waiting outside.

"My Lord, the Knights of the Ninth Temple have arrived and are waiting for your inspection at Training Camp No. 3."

Weilin looked at Kyle and asked in surprise, "When will it be?"

"Six in the morning."

Weilin looked at the sky. It was already nine o'clock, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.

There must be nobles in the Ades camp who are lazier than himself, but he asked them to come from other troops and made them wait for so long, so there might not be a second one in the entire camp.

"My lord, don't worry. I have already told Captain Mueller that you should go to the Legion Headquarters this morning to look for the Legion Commander to do some work. He will need to wait for a while." Seeing this, Kyle said calmly.

Weilin restored his face to a serious expression, nodded and said, "Ahem, I'm busy now. Take me to training ground number three."

Looking at his master's back, Kyle quickly followed and reported in a low voice: "Master, Captain Muller also brought 5,000 pieces of armor, saying that they were sent by Commander Karnry."

After hearing Kyle's words, Weilin stopped and was silent for a moment. He couldn't help but sighed: "I'm not ready to be a rat anymore. Do you think this counts as being passive?"

"Forget it." Kyle answered without hesitation.

Weilin asked in surprise, "You didn't even hesitate."

Kyle blinked and changed his words: "Not really."

"Forget it. It was given to me by someone else. I didn't take the initiative to get it."

Weilin waved his hand, pretending to be indifferent, and strode towards the training ground.