Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

At nine o'clock in the morning, the army set out.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the 15th Army arrived at the port city of Beilin City.

At the south city gate, Hosthorne Millares, leader of the 87th Life Church Prayer Group of the Crusaders, inspected the welcoming team again with a serious look on his face.

On both sides of the welcoming team stood the leaders of all the major and minor forces in Beilin City.

Although they didn't know what was wrong with the general of the Beilin City garrison, these people did not dare to disobey his orders.

Looking at the three hundred crusaders he had carefully selected, Hosthorne Mileris nodded with satisfaction.

His cousin who lived far away in the city of Naxos told him in a letter that the commander of the 15th Army was a very important person and asked him to treat him well. Perhaps he could take this opportunity to gain some benefits.

"Master, here we come."

Hawthorne raised his head and looked at the figure in the distance. He put on his helmet straight, carefully wiped the pattern on the left side of his breastplate, and showed his best side.

After a while, the vanguard army arrived at the foot of Beilin City.

"stop."

At the front of the team, Hebrew waved his hand and gave orders.

The order was conveyed to the rear with the shouts of the messenger.

Hosorn took three steps forward, put his right hand on his chest, bowed and saluted, and said loudly: "Hawthorne Milleris, the general of the Beilin City garrison, greets you, sir."

After more than two months of study, the leaders of the various forces on both sides of the Crusaders could barely understand the common language. They all pricked up their ears, hoping to hear useful information so that they could curry favor with the officers from the Ilia Expeditionary Corps and consolidate their own power.

"General Hawthorne, my master will arrive here in half an hour."

"Thank you for your reminder, I know."

As a high-ranking silver knight, he might be a prominent figure in his hometown, but here, he had to be careful in his conduct.

If it weren't for this religious jihad, he would probably still be a frog in a well.

Although he was a count in his hometown, he was nothing here.

In less than a moment, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming closer and closer. Hosorn looked up quickly and saw a black-haired young man riding a red phosphorus horse appear in his sight.

Based on the description in the letter, Hosorn recognized the man at a glance and quickly stepped forward, trying to hold the reins of the horse.

However, looking at the strange human in front of him, Xiaohong was not very friendly. He snorted and took a few steps back with some resistance.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Weilin said softly.

Hearing what his master said, Xiaohong reluctantly stopped what he was doing, but still looked proudly at the weak human in front of him, then used magic to lift the reins and put them in the other's hands.

Seeing this, Hosorn was silent inside, but his hands did not slow down and he held the reins in his hands.

If you are weak, you have to bow your head.

He recalled what he had said to his vassal nobles, and now it was happening to him.

Weilin got off the red phosphorus horse, waved his hand to call a silver-level mid-level knight, and asked him to take Xiaohong away.

"General Hawthorne, Xiaohong is a little shy, I hope you don't mind."

"Sir Weilin, I understand." Hawthorne replied respectfully.

Seeing the forced smile on the other person's face, Weilin ended the topic and said, "General Hawthorne, how about taking me to see Beilin City?"

"It is my honor. Please follow me, sir."

After Weilin and Kyle left, Hebrew took over the command of the troops and followed a group of Crusader warriors to the Beilin Camp.

Entering the city, the streets are very clean and tidy, but there are not many residents.

"General Hawthorne, I want to know how many people are left in Beilin City."

Hearing Weilin's question, Hawthorne took out a document and presented it with both hands: "Sir, please take a look."

I took the form from Hawthorne and looked at the data on it. It was a bit exaggerated, but when I thought about the exaggerated grain crops, it seemed very reasonable.

"General Hawthorne, how much grain can Beilin County collect each year?"

Upon hearing this, Hosorn replied respectfully, "Your Excellency, according to the tax rate of the Kingdom of Ansa, a 95% tax is levied on grain. In order to facilitate missionary work, Commander East has reduced the tax rate to 80%, which means that the annual grain tax revenue of Beilin County is 3.48 million tons of grain."

Weilin pointed to the next indicator and continued to ask, "Are these mines still in operation?"

"According to the order issued by Commander East, small and medium-sized mines will be handed over to local people for mining, and 70% of the proceeds will be collected each month. Large mines will be handed over to the leaders of the First Legion, who will send troops to supervise the mining of the captives."

After asking a few more questions, Verin handed the document back to Hawthorne.

In the next few hours, under the guidance of their guide Hawthorne, Weilin and Kyle began to tour Beilin City and visit and play.

As night fell, at the gate of a luxurious manor, Hawthorne walked forward, pushed open the door, and said respectfully: "My lords, please come in."

With curiosity in his heart, Weilin entered the manor.

After entering the manor, I looked at the twenty or so women standing in front of me, some were mature and charming, some were young and beautiful, and some...

"Sir, these are tributes from various forces in Beilin County. I hope you like them." Hosorn said with a smile, pointing at the twenty or so women in front of him.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Weilin turned to look at Kyle and said teasingly with a smile: "Is there anyone you need?"

Hearing this, Kyle glanced at the group of women in front of him, shook his head, and said in rejection: "There is no one I want."

Hearing this, Hawthorne thought that the two adults were dissatisfied with the women in front of them, and hurriedly said, "Please wait a moment, my lords. I will go now..."

"General Hawthorne, you misunderstood."

Thinking from another angle, Hawthorne suddenly reacted. He became a little nervous and asked cautiously: "Sir, you are talking about..."

"I appreciate your kindness, but I don't have any interest in this area. Send them all home."

"Yes, my lord."

Hosorn waved his hand and asked his men to take the women out, then led Weilin to the warehouse.

After pushing open the door and looking at the strange things inside, Weilin couldn't help laughing and said, "General Hawthorne, I accept this gift."

Hearing this, Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief. A relieved smile appeared on his face, and he replied, "As long as you like it."

"I will not interfere with the management of Beilin City. You will still be in charge, but I may arrange for my pastor to preach in the city."

"I should learn from you for always considering missionary affairs."

"Hahaha, okay, that's all for today, you can go back first."

"Yes, sir, I am resigning."

After Hawthorne and his men left the manor, twenty-four guards took over the guarding of the manor.