Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Hearing this, Kyle said, "My Lord, it should be that the Spacetime Dragon took the disc away when we were not paying attention, to avoid meeting the two of us."

Weilin fumbled around in his chest and pulled out a palm-sized black iron block. He weighed it in his hand and found it weighed ten tons. He then handed it to Kyle for observation.

Taking the black iron block from his master's hand, Kyle examined it carefully.

After a long time, Kyle looked up at his master and said uncertainly: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a star core."

"Star core, what is that and how much is it worth?" Weilin asked curiously, looking at the black iron block.

Kyle made a rough estimate and answered, "My Lord, there are three sources of star cores."

"The first is that after a planet dies, you can dig up the crust and collect the star core."

"The second method is from meteorites that fall to the surface of the world. The probability of obtaining a star core using this method is extremely low."

"The last one is also the most peculiar source. There is a race in the star realm called Meteor People. They devour ordinary stones to give birth to offspring. The outer shells of their offspring are star cores. For this reason, Meteor People are also called "moving treasures", "walking magic crystals" and "Meteor People who lay star cores."

"As for this star core, its total value is no less than three thousand high-level magic crystals."

One high-level magic crystal is worth 80,000 gold coins. Three thousand high-level magic crystals are almost equal to one-fortieth of the wealth in the underground treasury.

He really didn't expect that his grandfather's teacher would be so generous. It really opened his eyes.

"Do you want it?"

Facing his master's question, Kyle felt a little confused.

Looking at the stunned Kyle, Weilin explained with a smile: "I'll leave this star core with you first. I'll take it, but you might be able to do something with it."

"kindness."

Kyle nodded and took the star core.

After leaving the alley, Weilin went to the agreed location to find his guard. After learning more about the situation, he found out that he and Kyle had actually spent seven days in the time and space projection.

"My lord, do you want to send someone back to inform Knight Muller?" Kyle reminded.

Weilin nodded and motioned for Kyle to make the arrangements.

Although I told the other party in advance that they could return to the camp if they didn't find me, I still broke my promise in the end.

After entering the hotel, Weilin asked for a single room. After entering the room, he threw himself on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to rest, while also consuming the amount of information he had received in the past few days.

My grandfather’s past has always been a mystery. Even my mother, who was deeply loved by him, didn’t know it. I didn’t expect to find out by accident.

He is now struggling with whether or not to tell his father and mother about these things, but he is also afraid of being hung up and beaten by his grandfather.

From those fragments of memory, Weilin was certain that his grandfather was definitely capable of doing such a thing.

Before he knew it, Weilin fell asleep.

……

In the third teaching area of ​​the First Magic Academy, a young man was walking towards the classroom holding three heavy books.

"Zeliya, wait for me."

A crisp voice sounded in the aisle.

Hearing the familiar voice, Zelia couldn't help but quicken his pace.

At the end of the corridor, a young girl looked at the deaf young man and ran towards him quickly.

"Zeliya, why are you walking so fast?"

Facing the girl who was catching up with him, Zelia looked apologetic and said, "Senior Gabriella, I still have classes. If I don't walk faster, I'll be late. You know Professor Julius's character. I don't want to stand at the door as a punishment."

"That's right, go quickly, I'll come find you later."

Looking at the not-so-bright girl, Zelia raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile, then nodded and quickly left the place.

"No, isn't it my father's class today?"

The girl suddenly reacted, patted her head, looked at Zeliya who had disappeared at the end of the aisle, and realized that she had been deceived again.

"hateful."

After being angry for a while, the girl suddenly laughed.

At this moment, the wizard apprentice who was walking towards them was frightened by the smile of senior sister Gabriella, who was called the "bloodthirsty witch", and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Gabriella put away the smile on her face, looked straight ahead, looked at the mage apprentice with trembling legs, and asked expressionlessly: "Am I so scary?"

“No…no.” The wizard apprentice swallowed and stammered, “Senior sister, you…you…”

"Forget it, let's go."

"Thank you...thank you, Senior."

The wizard apprentice picked up the book on the ground and left quickly.

"Zeliya..."

As she muttered the boy's name, Gabriella's cold eyes revealed a hint of tenderness.

On the other side, Zelia entered the classroom holding a book and found that the classroom was already full of silver mages, including students and faculty members of the school.

"Zeliya, here."

Seeing a young man waving, Zeliya walked over quickly and sat down next to him.

"How is it? Are you looking forward to it?" The young man at the side whispered, with excitement that could not be concealed on his face.

Zelia put down the book in his hand and said to his friend, "I am indeed looking forward to it. This is the student of Lord Calix, Lord Osmond Olier, known as the "East Tower War Mage". I am very excited just thinking about it."

In order to listen to the lessons of this high-level soul arcanist, except for the silver mages who stayed at the necessary positions, all other silver mages of the First Magic Academy came to this large classroom that can accommodate thousands of people.

Even many professors skip classes to attend lectures here, just to learn more extraordinary knowledge.

For a mage, knowledge is priceless, and meeting a high-level soul arcanist who is willing to share is a rare opportunity.

"Zelia, your magic communication crystal is lighting up."

Hearing the reminder from his friend, Zelia immediately injected his own magic power into the communication crystal to receive the information transmitted in it.

Not long after, a relaxed and happy smile appeared on Zeliya's face, and he turned to his friend sitting next to him and said, "Adams, someone is here to see me. I need to leave for a while. I'll leave this class to you."

"Okay, okay, go ahead. I'm here, don't worry." Adams waved his hand casually and responded to Zeliya with a smile.

He was very clear about the true identity of his good friend, but when making friends, he never cared about the other person's background or status. As long as they got along well with each other and had similar personalities, that was enough.

Zelia thanked him again, handed the book to his friend, and then quickly left the classroom and ran towards the school gate.