Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

That red mark seemed very similar to the birthmark on the back of my grandfather's hand.

The more he looked at it, the more it resembled the real thing. Weilin was about to walk forward to take a closer look, but suddenly bumped into a barrier.

Kyle flashed behind his master, supported him, and relieved the impact.

Weilin stood firm, looking at the glowing barrier in front of him with lingering fear.

Kyle let go of his hand, stood aside, looked at the barrier, and suggested: "Master, would you like to let me try to break this barrier?"

"Forget it. The owner of this place doesn't want us to go near inside, so we can just take a look here. I'm quite curious about what my grandfather's childhood was like." Weilin waved his hand and said to Kyle.

After hearing his master say this, Kyle gave up the idea of ​​taking action and just watched quietly.

The boy dodged his mother's stick around the well, and seeing the gate of a small courtyard being opened, he quickly ran over with his trousers picked up.

The strong woman held a stick in her hand and shouted, "Stop right there, you little bastard."

"No."

The young man refused outright and prepared to enter the courtyard.

"If you dare to break into someone else's house, I will hang you up and beat you tonight."

Hearing his mother's warning, the boy slowed down his movements, his young face full of hesitation. He looked back at his angry mother, made up his mind, and went straight in.

The next moment, the scene changed, and after a flash of light, two people appeared in the courtyard.

The boy closed the gate, looked at his mother leaving through the gap, breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the gate, and breathed heavily.

"I shouldn't have stolen the books and sold them. Now my mother is so angry. If my father knew..."

Thinking of his father's appearance, the boy couldn't help but shudder.

"Kid, come here."

"Who... who is talking?"

The young man stood up by holding the wooden door and looked around with a vigilant look.

"In the well, in the well."

The young man followed the voice's instructions and tiptoed to the well. He raised his head and looked down, only to see a broken sword floating in the well.

"Who are you?" The young man picked up a stone by the well and asked loudly to give himself courage.

"I am Hermos. If you take me out of the well, I will grant you endless power."

The boy picked up another stone from the ground and asked tentatively: "Power, can you make me a mage?"

"Mage? Not only can I make you a mage, I can also make you the king of this continent, as long as you lift me up from the well."

Weilin stood beside the well, looking at the broken sword in the well that bewitched his young grandfather.

Kyle searched for related memories based on the name Hemoris. His face changed slightly. All the related information was sealed.

"A taboo event means we don't know what it is."

Coming back to his senses, Kyle stopped thinking about it and looked carefully at the projection of time and space in front of him.

"Hurry, as long as you pick me up, you will become the new king."

Hearing the broken sword's urging, the young man's face became more hesitant, wondering if the broken sword was deceiving him.

"As long as you take me, you will have everything you want. You will be loved by your mother, favored by your father, and everything you want."

The boy shook his head, threw the stone into the well, and said loudly: "My father said that there is no such thing as a free gift in the world. You must be deceiving me."

Weilin looked at his young grandfather, who was able to withstand such a huge temptation, which showed how strong his character was.

Not long after, a silver dragon emerged from the space, glanced at the humans beside the well, jumped into the well, and swallowed the broken sword named Hermoris into its stomach.

"Damn it, damn *****, you reptile, when I recover my strength, I will kill all of you time bugs, *****, I will come back eventually."

"belch--"

The silver dragonlet burped and looked up at the human beside the well, feeling a little confused as the other person seemed to be able to see him.

"You can see me."

The boy nodded subconsciously, looking at the strange creature in front of him with curiosity.

"My father seemed to have said that the creatures who can see us are those who are favored by fate."

Listening to the unknown language coming from the silver dragonfly's mouth, the boy's face was full of confusion.

"Who are you? Did you eat the broken sword of the man who called himself Hermoris?" The young man poked the wings of the silver dragon and asked curiously.

"That's right, the remaining consciousness of the demon lord from the abyss has been destroyed by the great time and space dragon Frederick." The silver dragonfly flew into the sky and looked at the human below with a proud look.

"That's amazing, can you be my teacher?"

The silver dragonfly flapped its wings, rolled its eyes, and said, "It's not impossible for me to be your teacher, but..."

"But what?" the boy asked impatiently.

The silver dragon flew around the boy three times and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I have thought about it."

"Ok."

"Oh no! My father is urging me to go back. I have to leave first." The silver dragon flew into the air, opened a passage, and prepared to drill in.

"Teacher, how can I find you?"

The silver dragon stopped beside the passage, waved its claws, and said, "I will come to see you on the fifteenth night of every month."

"Teacher, please don't lie to me."

"I know, I know."

The silver dragonfly waved its claws, went into the passage, and disappeared into the courtyard.

Watching the teacher leave, the boy looked at the well again, hummed the most popular poem in Lakan City, opened the door, and walked towards home with a swagger.

“My lord, your grandfather had a really big heart when he was young.” Kyle said, looking at the boy’s back.

Hearing this, Weilin could not help but nod and said, "He is indeed heartless. He will definitely be beaten up when he returns."

As the two chatted, the space changed.

In the forest, a young man and a child were fighting each other, and the two were fighting back and forth.

Weilin looked up and recognized the young man as his grandfather at a glance. He didn't expect that he was so handsome when he was young.

The child paused for a moment before continuing to attack, saying, "Moravia, we have known each other for more than a hundred years."

The young man raised a magic shield to resist the magic attack from behind and said calmly: "It's been one hundred and thirteen years, teacher."

"You are almost two hundred years old, don't you have any idea of ​​getting married?"

"Before I break through the soul consciousness, I don't want to think about this matter."

"It's a pity that you humans have such a short lifespan. If you were an elf, you could wait another thousand years and my sister would be an adult. It would be great if you could marry her then."

"Teacher, you have said this at least three hundred times. From my point of view, you are over six hundred years old and an old man. Please stop saying these things."

"Damn you, you traitor, I will clean up your house today."

The child pretended to be furious and revealed his true form, a three-meter-long silver dragon hatchling.

Looking at the appearance of his teacher, Moravia shook his head and smiled, then waved his hands to form thirty-six magic shields to protect himself.