Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In a small town ten kilometers east of Beilin City, Weilin and Kyle landed in the center of the town.

This place is only three kilometers away from the military camp and is located in a valley. In addition, the residents here fled because of the war, so it was used as the logistics base of the 15th Army.

"Lord Weilin, Lord Kyle, welcome to you." A bald priest holding a priest's staff walked forward, put his right hand on his chest, bowed and saluted.

Weilin motioned for the other party to stand up and asked, "Yaden, where is your master?"

"Lord Weilin, my master took Carlisle and the others to the mountains to cut wood and collect stones, preparing to build a Church of Life in this small town." The bald priest did not hide anything and reported.

"Go and do your work."

"Yes."

After saying goodbye to Arden, Weilin and Kyle wandered around the town.

Walking out of the town center, I saw the priest leading the Crusaders to level the land.

Before I knew it, I had walked out of the town and arrived at the farmland.

Looking at the three-meter-high crops, no matter how many times he saw it, Weilin felt shocked and a little regretful.

Pinch the broad leaves to feel the rich breath of life inside, and expect them to reach fullness in six months.

"If these crops could be brought back to the Kingdom of Ilia to be planted, how many people could they feed?" Letting go of the leaves, Weilin turned to look at Kyle and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Kyle shook his head and said, "My Lord, this kind of food crop will never appear in our world."

"That's true. The underlying rules are the foundation of the world's existence. In the world of Ilaria, there is a limit to the height that ordinary crops can grow."

"I now understand why a medium-sized plane world would cause nine gods to fight for it."

"The Ansa Kingdom alone has a population of nearly 300 million. I can't imagine how many people the 200 million square kilometers of the Nangeshia continent can support if it is fully developed."

"My Lord, these all come at a price." Kyle looked at the mountains in the distance with deep eyes and explained, "I have been studying in Beilin City for half a month and found that most of the indigenous creatures do not have the ability to sense fighting spirit or magic power."

"In other words, in our world, any intelligent creature can embark on the path of a warrior career as long as someone is willing to teach them patiently. It's just a matter of time and resource consumption. In the Valkham world, most creatures are born insulators of magic power, which means that they are born to consume faith."

"I found a factor in the bodies of those natives who became professionals, which is similar to the blood factor. This is something that other native creatures do not have."

"According to my research, that blood factor should be the key to the "seal". As for the reason for its formation, I haven't figured it out yet."

Weilin touched his chin and asked curiously, "Do you think it is possible that those humans with bloodline factors in their bodies are outsiders, and those humans who cannot become extraordinary are the natives of this world."

"Imagine that a powerful being conquered this world, modified the laws of the world, isolated the natives from sensing magic, and made the people of his own world the rulers of this world. As the masters of the world, they ruled these natives for generations."

Following his master's thoughts, Kyle was silent for a moment and proposed a different idea: "Master, is it possible that those with bloodline factors in their bodies are the natives of this world, and those outsiders are the natives of the world annexed by Valkham. Because the world was defeated, they completely lost the possibility of embarking on the path of transcendence."

"That's true, but..."

Around this issue, Weilin and Kyle put forward more than a dozen theories and discussed the feasibility of these theories.

Before you know it, time has passed slowly.

"Lord Verin, Lord Kyle."

Hearing the shouts in the distance, Weilin and Kyle stopped their discussion.

"My Lord, I think you can..."

"I don't think so." Weilin refused without thinking, looking lazy. "I don't think I have any talent for research."

"Ok."

Seeing his master's refusal to negotiate, Kyle's eyes flickered. He wondered if he could talk more about such topics with his master, maybe he could get a lot of research inspiration.

At this moment, Weilin breathed a sigh of relief, finally he had managed to fool the whole thing.

It would be better to let the mage be responsible for researching this kind of thing. It would be better for him, a half-baked druid, not to get involved.

The bald priest stopped and stood in front of the two men, saying respectfully, "Lord Weilin, Lord Kyle, I finally found you."

"Your master is back."

"Yes, Lord Verin."

"Lead the way."

Following the bald priest, Weilin and Kyle returned to the town of Babek.

Seeing these prisoners of war again after half a month, Weilin could clearly feel their inner joy and yearning for the future.

Looking towards the center of town, Lavia was standing shirtless in front of hundreds of prisoners, teaching them how to read and write the common language.

"Teacher, Lord Weilin is here." The bald priest came to Lavia and reminded her in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Lavia turned around and said to her students, "Yaden, you will teach them next."

"Okay, teacher."

Lavia handed the textbook and teaching stick he had written to his students, picked up the priest robe beside him, cast a cleansing spell on himself to remove the stains on his body, then put on the priest robe and walked towards Weilin.

"My Lord, we have fulfilled our mission. All 1,336 prisoners have chosen to abandon their faith in the God of Beasts and choose to believe in the Goddess of Life. They are willing to form a volunteer force and gather under your command to fight for the Goddess of Life."

Weilin patted Lavia on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Leaving you in Qixing Territory was one of the most correct decisions I made. Thank you for your efforts, Pastor Lavia."

"My Lord, I hope you can treat them well." Lavia hesitated and spoke.

Seeing Pastor Lavia's expression, Weilin assured him, "Don't worry, if you fight for me, I will not be stingy with my rewards."

"Thank you for your kindness."

After finishing speaking, Pastor Lavia waved his hand and called Carlisle over, explaining, "Carlisle, this is the commander of the 15th Army of the 4th Legion of the Expeditionary Corps and the deputy director of the logistics department of the Expeditionary Corps, Verin Aix."

"Carlisle, the former commander of Black Rock Island, greets Lord Weilin. May the goddess of life forgive me and my subordinates for offending you."

Hearing the common language with a Qixingling accent, Weilin felt particularly cordial and said with a smile, "Welcome you and your men to join my army. I promise you that as long as you make meritorious contributions, you can get gold coins, training resources, combat skills, etc. from me."

"Thank you for giving me and my men this precious opportunity, Lord Verin."

In the evening, after finishing the inspection, Weilin and Kyle returned to Beilin City.

Three days later, Weilin formed the Black Rock Army as the commander-in-chief of the 15th Army and appointed Carlisle as the general of the Black Rock Army. The first task was to take a ship to capture Black Rock Island.