Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"How about becoming my apprentice? If you agree, you will be the elder of my grandson in the future. Although this kid doesn't respect me very much and I really want to beat him up... forget it, what do you think?" The Duke of Moravia heard the footsteps, stopped nagging, and asked again.

The black-haired boy didn't hesitate at all. He bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head on the ground: "Teacher, please accept Fast's greetings."

"Good, good, good."

The Duke of Moravia said "good" three times and helped Fast up.

The two sat at the railing and began their first communication.

He still needs to observe this disciple for three years. If his character is not good, he will be treated as trash. If he is above average in all aspects, he doesn't mind allocating resources to him and training him as his third core disciple.

Outside the courtyard, Weilin looked at the old man and the young boy, did not approach them, and left quietly.

At night, in the courtyard where the Duke of Moravia rests.

"coming."

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Weilin nodded and sat down on the stone bench.

"Grandpa, good evening!"

"Tell me, what are your conditions?" The Duke of Moravia took out two cups, poured one for himself first, and then poured half a cup for Weilin.

Smelling the aroma of the wine in the cup, Weilin licked his lips subconsciously, looked up at the smile on his grandfather's face, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I found a son of time and space for you, you must agree to my three conditions."

"Three conditions, that's a bit too much."

The Duke of Moravia picked up the glass, took a sip of the wine, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Grandpa, I am the one who is proposing the conditions and you are the one who is passively accepting them. I didn't say that you have to agree to all eight or ten of my conditions because you are my relative."

Looking at Weilin's expression, the Duke of Moravia felt like he had seen it before.

While savoring the wine in the glass, he recalled that there seemed to be such a scene after the demons were wiped out. Now the roles were reversed, which was quite interesting.

"It seems your father didn't beat you enough."

"He won't have a chance anymore."

After saying this, Weilin showed a smug expression on his face. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. A pure force rushed straight to the top of his head and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Looking at the drunken Weilin, the Duke of Moravia couldn't help laughing.

Weilin ignored his grandfather's ridicule for the time being, and mobilized all the organs in his body to absorb the energy contained in the wine.

Half an hour later, Weilin regained consciousness and felt that his fighting spirit had increased a little bit, bringing him one step closer to engraving the third combat skill.

"How does it feel?"

Weilin rolled his eyes, snatched the blue wine bottle in front of the Duke of Moravia with one hand, and quickly put it into the space equipment, leaving no chance for his grandfather to return.

The Duke of Moravia just smiled and shook his head at his grandson's behavior, and then reminded him: "This wine is brewed with the blood of a legendary low-level star beast. Don't drink it frequently, or you may grow horns on your head."

"Grandpa, you know that my Qixing Territory has only existed for less than forty years, and my loyal subordinates have never seen any good things. I just plan to bring some back for them to taste." Upon hearing this, Weilin lied with his eyes open and pretended to be lonely.

The Duke of Moravia's mouth twitched a little. This kid actually came to him to complain.

"By the way, ever since my mother married my father, as far as I can remember, she has never..."

"Okay, okay, what are your three conditions?"

If he continued to listen, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but beat the boy up.

Seeing this, the dejected look on Weilin's face immediately disappeared without a trace, replaced by a kind smile: "Thank you, Grandpa. If you are angry, you can take it out on my father. I have no objection."

"It is a blessing for your father to have a son like you." The Duke of Moravia looked a little strange and couldn't help but sigh.

"Haha, I think so too."

Weilin pretended to be innocent and lied with open eyes, completely ignoring the hidden meaning of his grandfather's words.

The Duke of Moravia took a sip of wine to calm himself down. After putting the glass down, he calmed down his emotions and asked, "Tell me, what are the three conditions?"

Weilin raised a finger and said with a smile, "First, I plan to send 300 mages to the Dukedom of Moravia. I hope that you can train them to become excellent mages, preferably all of them are silver mages."

"Okay." Duke Moravia nodded, and then continued, "But let's make it clear in advance that the training plan is related to talent. If some mages die without breaking through to the silver level, you can't come to me."

"Then let's set the deadline as 60 years. If there are mages who haven't broken through to the silver level after this deadline, I will call them back to Qixing Territory."

"can."

Then, Weilin proposed a second condition.

"Second, I would like to borrow three soul-level arcanists from you. They must accept my deployment before the end of the expedition. Of course, I will not let them perform life-threatening missions."

"What are you going to do, kid?"

He was very clear about the characteristics of his grandson. There were always some strange things and people around him. Not to mention the distant past, just in the past few years, he had encountered demonic disasters and ancient ruins, met people who returned through time, and searched for such rare existences as the Son of Time and Space and the Spirit of Dreams.

There is coincidence in inevitability, and miracle in coincidence. It is really puzzling.

"Nothing, I just want to make a fortune in the upcoming wars, accumulate military merits, and strive to become the first earl of Cardero Province after the expedition."

The Duke of Moravia asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"Really." Weilin answered sincerely.

"I do not believe."

"Forehead!"

Hearing this, Weilin's expression froze, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding. It doesn't matter what you do, as long as you don't cause any big trouble."

"Grandpa, that means you agree."

"kindness."

"Thank you Grandpa."

"Okay, what is your third condition?"

"I haven't thought of the third one yet. I'll tell you when I do."

"Yes, but it's only for three years. No more waiting after the expiration date."

"I see."

The two talked for a while, Weilin looked at the wine in the glass, picked up the glass, said goodbye to the clerk, and turned to leave.

When he reached the gate, Weilin looked up at the moon in the sky, touched the back of his head, and said to himself, "Did I forget something important?"

After thinking for a while, I realized that I had no clue, so I simply stopped thinking about it. I think I will remember it naturally after some time.