Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

At night, Kyle entered the courtyard and first confused the more than 200 soldiers stationed there, making them indulge in illusions, and then began to collect people from the Means family.

For every player collected, Kyle projects one player in fantasy.

Half an hour later, I looked at the birds in the bag and there were eighty-seven of them in total.

When passing by the middle-aged man, Kyle planted a fire explosion in his body so that he could set off fireworks when attacking German City.

After doing all this, Kyle walked through the gate and headed out of the city of German.

At dawn the next day, Kyle returned to the military camp and transformed the eighty-seven birds back into human form one by one.

"What...what is this place?"

"I'm studying, right? Why am I here?"

"Whoa whoa whoa"

"quiet."

When everyone heard this, they shut up.

Seeing this, Kyle said calmly: "This is the 15th Army Camp of the Fourth Legion of the Expeditionary Force, which is also the camp of the Alien God Army you mentioned."

"Stay here now. Anyone who escapes without permission will be killed without mercy."

When everyone in the Means family heard this, their hearts trembled.

After saying that, Kyle stopped talking and waved his hand for the officers to take these people away.

If Iliff fulfills his promise, the Means family will survive. If he breaks his promise, these people will be used as sacrifices.

Kyle stopped a woman and took off the red scarf from the baby's neck as evidence for his meeting with Elif tonight.

Inside the central tent, Weilin watched Kyle return safely and said with a smile, "After we capture the capital of the Kingdom of Geman, I will treat you to a good wine, but it has a strong aftertaste."

"My Lord, I am looking forward to it." Kyle replied with a smile.

Kyle then recounted what he had seen and heard in the city.

When Weilin heard about the seventh princess of the Geman Kingdom, his face was full of curiosity, and he asked, "Is that woman really as beautiful as you said?"

"My Lord, there are only a handful of people who can match that princess in terms of appearance. I can't think of anyone else except Lady Anastasia."

"Your words have aroused my interest. After the city is conquered, I really want to go and see how beautiful the Seventh Princess of the Geman Kingdom is."

Over the next few hours, Vaelin and Kyle began discussing the knowledge of the Laws of Life, mostly Kyle telling and Vaelin listening.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Kyle finished the lecture, left the tent, and prepared to go to Rostock to meet Iliff.

Inside the tent, Weilin lay on a blanket, recalling the previous explanation in his mind. Although he understood it, he still had difficulty in applying it.

After thinking for a moment, an idea popped into Weilin's mind. He summoned the Life-Knight and synchronized the memory of the knowledge of the law of life in his mind with it.

Seeing the Life-Knight lost in thought, Weilin smiled: "As expected of me."

……

Late at night, Kyle's clone transformed into a black bird and came to Iliff's study again.

Sensing the master assassin, Kyle transformed into a leaf and waited patiently.

Looking at Iliff who was writing furiously and working hard to improve the city's defense, Kyle couldn't help but admire his "professionalism".

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Iliff lay in bed resting as usual.

In the middle of the night, the Master Assassin left as usual, but without the previous test process, he directly left Rostock City and returned to the capital to report to the King of the German Kingdom.

After receiving the information from his original body, Kyle transformed into a black bird again, passed through the wall, and came to Iliff's bedroom.

On the bed, Iliff opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at Kyle in front of him. He didn't say anything, but just stared at the red scarf in his hand.

"How have you considered it?"

"Can you defeat the intermediate-level beast master of the Beast God Church?" Iliff shifted his gaze from the red scarf, looked up at Kyle, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay." Kyle nodded.

After hearing this, Iliff made a choice in his heart and said, "At this time three days later, I will order my men to open the north gate. Those who have red scarves on their left arms are my men. They will assist you in strangling the noble army in the city."

"General Iliff, see you in three days."

After saying this, Kyle handed the red scarf to Iliff, and his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

Iliff put the red silk scarf in front of his nose and sniffed it gently. He had tied it around his eldest grandson's neck three months ago, and there was still a lingering scent of soothing incense on it.

"Your Majesty, don't blame me. If you hadn't been on guard against the Means family for forty years, I wouldn't have made this choice."

Forty years ago, in order to save the family, my father and eldest brother committed suicide to prove their innocence. Perhaps due to the contributions made by the Means family, or perhaps to appease people's hearts, the Means family survived, but it also began forty years of surveillance.

Although the thirteen hidden families including the Means family were reactivated, the old king still guarded against them like thieves and suppressed them from time to time.

Once bitten, twice shy.

We have to use them and guard against them at the same time, which is really disheartening.

If there had not been this crisis of national destruction, he might have been a loyal minister and protected his family safely. Unfortunately, there is no if. Since the other party has offered a price, don't blame him for being cruel.

……

Three days later, the Black Rock Army and the Badako Army, wearing their armor and swords, stayed in the tents, dozing off, waiting for orders from above.

On the city wall of Rostock, Iliff inspected the wall as usual.

After three days of adjustments, he transferred all of the more than 5,000 men under his command to garrison the north gate.

Standing on the city wall, Iliff looked into the distance and began to wait for the right opportunity.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the assassin master who was secretly monitoring left Rostock as usual and returned to German City to report the intelligence.

Twenty kilometers away from the city of Geman, a mid-level soul arcanist silently chanted a spell to imprison this area of ​​space.

The low-level assassin of the Holy Seal fell out from the shadows, his body stiff and his limbs weak. He looked at the strong man in front of him with a shock in his heart.

"Pfft"

A golden spear pierced through the chest, the soul was torn apart, and extreme pain came, but no sound was made in the air.

In less than a moment, the low-level assassin of the Holy Seal died silently in the wilderness.

"Master Bartlett, thank you very much."

"It's my job. If you want to thank me, just talk to me more about spell theory." The soul-minded intermediate arcanist put away his staff and instantly appeared in front of Kyle, his eyes full of desire for knowledge.

At first, when his teacher asked him to come to the 15th Army, he was very resistant, but now he doesn't want to leave here.

Kyle took off the head of the low-level assassin of the Holy Seal and replied with a smile: "I had the same idea. It is not as effective as a collision of ideas when one person is thinking hard."