Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Three days later, in the manor, Weilin looked at the pile of items in front of him, looked up at Hebrew, picked up a piece of rag, and asked, "Is this also from the cemetery?"

Hearing the question in his master's tone, Hebrew's eyelids jumped, pretending to be calm, and said loudly: "Master, this is my negligence, please punish me."

"never mind."

Throwing the rag aside, Weilin waved his hand and asked Hebrew to go down.

Seeing this, Hebrew beat his chest and saluted, then quickly left the place.

He didn't know whether there were other foreign objects in the pile, so it would be better to leave here as soon as possible.

Walking out of the manor and looking up at the sky, it was a sunny and windy day, perfect for training.

Looking at the pile of items, Weilin covered his head and said helplessly, "He is so impetuous and not careful at all. It seems that I have been a little lax in the past few years. It just so happens that he and Devonshire's adopted daughter Abrien are both old enough. I will let them get married when I go back. It will be good to have someone to supervise him all the time."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Kyle's face, but he quickly returned to his calm appearance.

The guards standing around pretended to be deaf and said they knew nothing.

"Kyle, you separate the items with words on them from the items without words on them."

Kyle nodded upon hearing this and used his magic power to cover the pile of graveyard items.

In less than a minute, Weilin looked at the sorted items in front of him, came to the pile with words, and began to examine them carefully.

Thirty minutes later, Weilin picked up a torn diary, opened the first page, and read the first sentence. The dusty memories began to revive.

"It's March 3rd in the Beast Calendar. My name is Ren Pengfu, but that should be my name in my previous life. I should be called Silas Ansel now, the second son of an ordinary baron. In three days, I will go out to make a living on my own.

It's a pity that my memory awakened too late, otherwise with my strategy... Forget it, I'd better not deceive myself. Compared with my big brother, I'm no different from a pure little white mouse.

If I use the writings from my past life to record it, no one will understand it... I think that's the case."

"On the sixth day of the third month of the Year of the Beast, my father gave me three hundred gold coins, a warhorse, two pack horses, and a servant. By the way, his name is Terry, a thirteen-year-old boy. What an evil nobleman!"

"..."

"It's June 15th of the Beast Calendar. It's been three months since I left the Barony of Ansel. What should I write today? It's so difficult. It's a bit like when I was in elementary school and our teacher asked us to write a diary every day. Hahaha, forget it, I'll just write this. I'm the only one who can understand it anyway."

"..."

"It's the 26th day of the first month of the Beast Calendar. After eight months, I finally arrived at the capital. It wasn't easy. The road is too difficult to walk on. Don't these nobles know how to repair the road? By the way, I saw the eldest princess of the Ansa Kingdom today. It's really hard not to be moved. Hehe..."

Weilin turned to the next page and looked at the portrait copied on it. It had become blurry and only the general outline could be seen.

"That's it."

Looking at the book cover, Weilin felt a little unsatisfied.

Sure enough, reading other people’s diaries is a very enjoyable thing.

Placing the book on the table, Verin continued his search, hoping to find the next diary.

The more you hope for something, the less likely it is to come.

I picked up the last sheepskin map, but found that the markings on it had become blurry and I could not find the destination according to the instructions. I threw it aside, feeling very regretful.

However, one thing is certain, Silas Ansel, the man who invented the musket, is indeed his fellow villager. He just doesn't know why he only developed the musket.

Weilin had two guesses about this question.

First, the intervention of the Church of the Beast God killed Silas Ansiel and his followers, destroyed his creations, and left only this simplest and useless weapon.

Second, due to the difference in world rules, the fellow could only make a musket, and was unable to produce the following things.

After all, the underlying rules of this plane world actually include giant rules, which makes people have to associate it in this direction.

"Master, is there anything you need?" Kyle looked at the dazed Weilin and asked.

After hearing this, Weilin shook his head and said with some regret: "There are gains, but not much. After we capture the capital of the Ansa Kingdom, I hope the Ansa royal family will have records of Silas Ansel's tomb."

For some reason, Weilin was actually a little excited when he thought that the grave of his fellow villager was hidden somewhere.

"No, this is not called tomb robbing, it's called pursuing the historical truth. Why should I feel guilty?"

Hearing his master's muttering, Kyle was speechless.

"My Lord, do you still want this pile of stuff?"

Seeing Kyle's strange expression, Weilin reacted, looked at the four guards standing around, and said in a deep voice: "Ask Hawthorne to find some scholars who can write the common language to translate these Nangeshia characters."

"What about this one?"

Weilin turned to look at the diary on the table, shook his head and said, "Forget about this one. I can barely understand some of the words on it."

Upon seeing this, Kyle put the two piles of items on the ground into the space equipment, saluted, and left the manor.

Three days later, in the study, Weilin flipped through the three books sent by Kyle and threw them aside.

Apart from the diary, there wasn't much of value in the two piles.

"My lord, in half a month, Hosorn will hold a banquet in Beilin City. He wants to ask if you need to attend?" Kyle asked after arranging three books on the bookshelf.

"No need. We won't be in Beilin City for long. There's no point in attending this kind of banquet."

"Oh, my Lord, there is one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Weilin asked, lying on the table.

Upon hearing this, Kyle began to narrate, "Reverend Lavia has successfully converted the prisoners of war from Black Rock Island. He wants to ask you what to do next."

Weilin stood up suddenly and said in surprise, "Successful, so quickly?"

Less than half a month after the 15th Army entered Beilin County, Lavia asked all the more than 1,000 prisoners of war to believe in the Goddess of Life. Isn't it a bit too horrible?

Seeing this, Kyle confirmed again: "Yes, my lord, you heard it right. The pagan prisoners have abandoned their faith in the God of Beasts and started to believe in the Goddess of Life."

"Come on, let's go take a look."

After saying this, Weilin took the Sword of Anansi and walked out.

Seeing this, Kyle quickly followed.