Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

On the edge of the sea cliff, Weilin and Kyle sat opposite each other, drinking and playing chess in the moonlight.

Beside the two men, the generals of the 15th Army sat on the ground, sometimes singing and sometimes drinking.

"Sir, Master Lavia is back."

Weilin looked at the chess game that was about to enter a dead end, threw the chess piece in his hand into Hebrew's arms, and said, "Help me play, I'm leaving first."

Hearing his master's order, Hebrew put down the bottle of wine, came to the left side of the chessboard, looked at the chess pieces on the board, looked a little embarrassed, raised his head and said to Kyle: "Can we do it again?"

"Obviously not." Kyle refused without even thinking about it.

"I surrender."

Looking at Hebrew who was so single, Kyle smiled and waved his hand to rearrange the chessboard.

On the other side, Weilin escaped from a losing situation and was in a particularly good mood, walking quickly forward.

Ten minutes later, Weilin arrived at a logistics camp.

"My lord, in this battle, we wiped out more than 2,000 pagan troops, and there was no casualty on our side." Lavia came to Weilin and reported impatiently.

"Pastor Lavia, thank you for your hard work."

"It's my job." Lavia waved her hands again and again, and said modestly, "Lord, I hope that next time there is such a mission, you can consider our logistics team."

"I try my best."

Priests are the pillar of the army, and Weilin could not bear to see these priests under his command come to harm.

"I heard you captured a pagan general?"

Hearing this, Lavia waved her hand to signal the soldiers to bring Carlisle up.

Looking at the dejected middle-aged man in front of him, Weilin cast [Language Comprehending] on himself and asked, "Tell me, why did you land here?"

Seeing this, Carlisle did not hide anything and told everything he knew.

"Sir, half a month ago, I received an order from Lady Ella, the sister of Bishop Waters of the Naxos Region of the Church of the God of Beasts, asking me to lead two-thirds of the troops of Black Rock Island to land near the East Ningsko Beach and meet up with her beast masters. I don't know what exactly they are going to do."

"The Black Rock Island you are talking about is the island two hundred kilometers away."

"Yes, my lord."

"That Ella, do you know what she looks like?"

Carlisle said respectfully, "Sir, the portrait of Lady Ella should be among your treasures. If you need it, I can find it for you."

"You have good speaking skills, go ahead."

After receiving Weilin's order, two guards took Carlisle to the supply storage area.

Carlisle didn't know how powerful the black-haired young man was, but the two guards behind him were stronger than him, which extinguished the faint flame of resistance in his heart.

For the sake of his family on Black Rock Island and his captured subordinates, a bold idea suddenly arose in his heart.

"Perhaps converting to the Goddess of Life is also a good choice."

Arriving at the supply warehouse, Carlisle began to look for Ella's portrait under the supervision of two mid-level silver knights.

Ten minutes later, Miller watched the pagan general holding the portrait in his hand, looking at the other party's clumsy murals, and together with his companions, he took the other party back to the prisoner camp.

Standing in front of Weilin, Carlisle slowly opened the scroll and said respectfully, "Sir, this is the portrait of Lady Ella."

"It seems there is no need to look for this person."

Carlisle was confused. He raised his head with a look of doubt in his eyes, but as a prisoner, he did not dare to speak without permission for fear of angering the other party.

Seeing the pagan general hesitant to speak, Weilin explained, "This Ella you are talking about is proof of my cousin's military exploits."

"Sir, I wonder what you mean by military merit?" There was a hint of fear and confusion in Carlisle's voice.

Weilin smiled and answered calmly, "The head of a gold professional is equal to three military merits. According to your world, a seven-seal professional to a nine-seal professional is equivalent to three military merits."

Carlisle's face turned pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Seeing Carlisle's appearance, Weilin smiled and comforted him: "Your strength is of no value to us. Besides, I am not a bloodthirsty person, so you don't have to worry about your safety."

Carlisle felt a little relieved after hearing Weilin's words, and quickly bowed his head and said, "Sir, thank you for clearing up my doubts."

Weilin waved his hand, and the guards led Carlisle away.

"Reverend Lavia, how about we talk?"

Hearing Weilin's words, Lavia was a little confused, but she nodded.

Weilin waved his hand to let the guards retreat, and he and Lavia came to the foot of the cliff.

"What do you think of that pagan general just now?" Weilin asked as he sat on a rock.

Upon hearing this, Lavia answered, "He is a man who can judge the situation. Before I even boarded the ship, he made a judgment based on the current situation and decisively ordered surrender."

"What do you think of training that pagan general to be one of ours?"

"Our people?"

Lavia looked confused, he didn't quite understand what Weilin said.

"Sit down, let's talk slowly."

Seeing Lavia sitting down, Weilin explained: "Now is the early stage of the expedition, and the main force is the army of the Kingdom of Ilia, but in the later stage of the expedition, the main force of the war will be these indigenous troops."

"Don't worry if you laugh at me, I want to use this expedition to gain enough merit to be promoted to earl."

"But I don't have enough troops."

Seeing this, Lavia understood what was going on. He stood up, touched his bald head, and said with a smile, "My Lord, what do you need me to do?"

"It turns out that your missionary method in the underground world is very effective. I want you to try it out with these captives first."

"Leave it to me, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Reverend Lavia, thank you for your hard work."

"If you hadn't accepted me, I would probably still be wandering somewhere in the kingdom, and I wouldn't have so many lovely disciples. In any case, I am very grateful to Master Qi Xing for taking me in."

Looking at the kind bald man in front of him, Weilin smiled, patted Lavia on the shoulder, and promised: "After this is done, I will give you a brand new priest's staff."

"No, no, I..."

"Don't make me beg you."

Seeing the lord's serious look, Lavia touched his bald head and showed a helpless look: "Okay, Lord."

At this moment, the sky is gradually getting brighter.

Weilin and Lavia stood on the reef, quietly watching the sun rising in the sky.

The rising sun cast its warm rays on them, illuminating their faces.