Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

As time passed, Kyle opened his eyes, touched his chest, felt the heart of the half plane hidden in his soul, and digested the knowledge in his mind.

The Messier demiplane has an area of ​​about 90,000 square kilometers and has 3,788 kinds of magic potion plants. However, because the demiplane has been closed for a long time and the magic power cannot be replenished, most of the magic potion plants have degenerated into ordinary plants.

However, being able to obtain this demiplane is already a great blessing. Add to that the three crystals that record the rules and knowledge and the stone slabs outside the space gate, this trip can be said to be quite rewarding.

After landing on the tree stump, Kyle turned around and looked at his sleeping master. He did not disturb him, but closed the space door first, then opened the demiplane channel and left the Messier demiplane. He planned to return to the ground before waking up his master.

At this moment, Weilin, who was immersed in his sleep, had no idea that he had been temporarily "abandoned". Perhaps even if he knew, he would not care.

Passing through the half-plane passage, Kyle floated in the air, stretched out his hands, peeled off the white stone slabs one by one and placed them into the half-plane. The whole process was extremely careful.

If these white stone slabs could be embedded in the Star-Moon Castle, he would no longer have to supervise his master's practice every day, and he would have more time to study other things.

During the expedition war, he found that he had not learned enough and his strength was not strong enough, so he had to race against time to improve himself.

When the last white slate was put into the demiplane, Kyle did not find the source of the magic of the white slate. He then focused his mind several kilometers underground to observe. Apart from soil and stones, he did not find any magic or carriers to store magic.

After thinking for a long time, Kyle decided to put the matter aside for the time being. He then split into twelve golden intermediate clones, preparing to strip off the decorations on the walls of the hall.

To quote what my master said, these things have existed for tens of thousands of years without decaying, so they must be rare treasures. I will definitely not suffer a loss by taking them back.

After an unknown amount of time, Kyle looked at the bare rock wall with great satisfaction, and then returned to the Carax Palace along the wooden heart passage. Standing in the hall, he waved his hand to destroy the wooden heart passage, and then grabbed large pieces of soil from the half plane to fill the hole.

Outside the gate, Miller saw Kyle walking out of the hall and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Greetings, sir."

Kyle looked at the cloudless blue sky and asked, "How many days have passed?"

Miller heard this and quickly replied respectfully: "To answer your question, sir, today is November 9756, 11 in the Glorious Calendar, and it has been thirteen days since you and the Lord entered the Carax Palace."

Although he had many questions in his heart, Miller knew very well that there were some things he could not inquire about. If he wanted to continue to hold the position of captain of the guard, he must learn to be careful in what he said and did.

Kyle asked again: "Is there any unrest in the city?"

Miller replied, "Sir, in the past thirteen days, there have been three riots in the city, but they were all quickly suppressed by the Black Rock Army. The leaders of the riots have been imprisoned in the dungeon, awaiting the Lord's disposal."

"Okay, let's go down."

"Yes, sir." Miller replied with his head down, then left the Carax Palace with twenty guards and went to wait outside the palace.

After the guards left the palace, Kyle took out two white slabs of stone from the Messier demiplane and spread them on the ground. Then he squatted on the ground, placed his hands on the slabs, and began to observe.

As time passed, the white slate began to feed magic back into Kyle's body.

"How strange! Could it be that these stone slabs absorb magic power directly from the cracks in space?"

With doubts, Kyle put the two white stone slabs into the space ring, ready to find Master Bartlet to discuss it after having enough time, but how to ensure that the matter would not be leaked was another difficult problem.

But without figuring out the operating rules of the white stone tablet, he was afraid that it was a bait that would pollute the user's soul at some point. This was not uncommon in the past events recorded in Angel's Heart, and it was even a common tactic used by some conspirators.

If you want to use the white slate, you must understand its details. Otherwise, you would rather discard it than put your master in danger.

Looking up at the sky, Kyle's figure disappeared in the Carax Palace and appeared in a manor.

In the Messier demiplane, Kyle came to his master's side and looked at his sleeping posture, which was very ungraceful.

However, he is no longer surprised.

Feeling the gaze of others, Weilin suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, looked at Kyle in front of him, with some confusion in his eyes, and subconsciously asked: "How long have I slept?"

"My lord, if nothing unexpected happens, you slept for eleven days." Kyle silently estimated and gave a conservative number.

Hearing this number, Weilin instantly came to his senses and suddenly remembered what he was doing. He looked at Kyle and asked apologetically, "How is it going? The fusion of the half-plane heart went smoothly."

"My lord, the process of integrating the heart of the demiplane went smoothly. From now on, the Messier demiplane belongs to you." Kyle said with a smile and a gentle tone.

"In that case, we should go out now and dismantle those white stone slabs and take them out, and try them on the ground first to see if there is any automatic cultivation effect." Thinking of this, Weilin couldn't help rubbing his hands.

"Master, it has been moved." Kyle pointed to the stack of white stone slabs on the side and answered.

Looking in the direction Kyle pointed, Weilin suddenly realized something and asked tentatively, "Where are the bricks?"

Kyle's expression remained unchanged, still so gentle, and he said, "My lord, I have brought them all back."

Hearing this, Weilin immediately sat up and asked impatiently, "Well, where am I now?"

"My Lord, if you go out from here, you will reach your study in the city of Geman."

Weilin nodded, sighed in his heart, and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Really, you didn't even wake me up the first time you merged with the Heart of the Demiplane."

As he spoke, he complained quietly while walking quickly towards the demiplane door, ready to return to the real world.

Kyle stood there, looking at his master's back, smiling and shaking his head.

For him, making the master feel nothing is also a good experience.

As for the white slate, Kyle did not mention it, and Weilin did not ask about it. His silence now indicated that there was a problem with the white slate. Once he had studied it clearly, he would naturally tell him.