Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Upon hearing this, Weilin smiled and replied, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Roger."

Roger responded modestly: "It is my honor to explain these works of art to a distinguished guest like you. It is getting late, so I will take my leave now."

After saying this, Roger bowed to Weilin and said goodbye.

Weilin smiled and waved, then turned to Kyle and said, "See Mr. Roger off for me."

"Yes, my lord."

Watching the two figures walking away, Weilin came to the pavilion in the courtyard and sat down.

"My lord, what are you going to do next?" Kyle came to Weilin's side, and his armor and sword had disappeared.

Weilin propped his chin with his hand and said, "On the pretext of appreciating the artwork, let's wait for half a month and see what happens in the Teton Kingdom."

Kyle recalled the deal his master had made with Rogier in Naxos City, and asked curiously, "How will that deal go?"

"Hehehe, I only said that the Teton Kingdom should become the country needed by the expeditionary army, but I didn't say that we must help the prince or princess behind Rogier ascend the throne."

"If the other party is in our interest, what if we give him the throne of the Teton Kingdom?"

"If someone has great ambitions and lofty aspirations, then we can only strangle him in his cradle."

Kyle nodded, and then asked, "Master, what do you need me to do?"

"These days, many ministers and nobles of the Teton Kingdom will definitely come to visit me. You will go out on my behalf and accept all the benefits. As for the transaction promise, you will play dumb for now. After I see the situation of the Teton Kingdom clearly, I will choose the appropriate "running dog" from them."

"Yes, my lord."

……

For the next half month, Weilin spent every day at Cummings Manor, listening to Roger's stories behind the art paintings and strange objects.

Outside the manor, Kyle met with the leaders of various forces in the Teton Kingdom on behalf of Weilin. He accepted all the gifts and pretended not to know anything else, including the internal information of the expeditionary force.

Late at night, in a small manor outside the capital of the Teton Kingdom, a masked woman sat in the upper seat, and below her stood a middle-aged man with an old face.

"Marquis Servis, how is the situation today?"

"Your Highness, the other party did not show up today. The one who met me was the knight named Kyle. As usual, he accepted the gift but rejected the trade request." The military noble Marquis Servis replied with a respectful look on his face.

The woman crossed her legs, leaned forward, and asked, "Have you found out who Roger Prescott belongs to?"

"Your Highness, please forgive my incompetence. It is not known for the time being who Roger belongs to. However, according to my guess, he may belong to the Third Princess."

"Sixth Brother?" The woman asked in a puzzled tone, "Why do you think Roger is her man?"

"Your Highness, I don't know either, but my years of ruling experience tell me that Roger is most likely the Third Princess's man."

Hearing this, the woman fell silent instantly.

Thinking of my sister who had no sense of existence in normal times, except for seeing her in person on important occasions, she seemed to have no memory in my mind.

Marquis Servis is experienced in dealing with things, and his guess is definitely not groundless.

"Find someone to test my sister. I want to know whether she is a timid cat or a vicious tiger in pig's skin." The woman raised her head and looked at Marquis Servis, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Your Highness." Marquis Servis lowered his head and replied, accepting the order.

"Don't stop sending gifts to that expeditionary ambassador."

"I understand, Your Highness." Marquis Servis nodded in response.

If you give gifts, others will not remember you, but if you don’t give gifts, others will definitely remember you. The woman knows this simple truth very well because she is such a person.

"Marquis Servis."

"Your Highness, please give your orders."

"The cleansing of the Third, Eighth, and Sixteenth Legions cannot be stopped. All officers and generals who have ties to the Church of the Storm must be dealt with cleanly. Only in this way can we sever our ties with the Church of the Storm."

"I hope that the three legions of 150,000 people will only obey my orders. Do you understand?"

"Your Highness, I understand."

"Well, that's enough for tonight."

After saying this, the woman stood up and walked deeper into the castle.

Marquis Servis bowed and saluted, and did not stand up until the other party's figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Your Highness, if you cannot ascend the throne, don't blame me for being ruthless." Marquis Servis muttered to himself while looking at the stone throne.

After staying for a while, Marquis Servis turned around and left, preparing to arrange his assassins to test the third princess.

……

On November 9757, 11 of the Glorious Calendar, Roger came to Cummings Manor again as an art commentator.

Near noon, Weilin once again heard a hint from Roger's words.

This was the ninth time in the past half month that he had heard the other party wanting to seek a meeting opportunity for the person behind him.

"Rogier, tonight at nine o'clock, Kyle will go to Mount Willick outside the city to enjoy the night view."

A clone of Kyle standing behind Weilin looked a little confused when he heard the master's words, and immediately synchronized the information he knew to the original body.

"Ambassador Weilin, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I will definitely be there on time at 9 o'clock tonight." Roger replied excitedly with a look of joy on his face.

After so many attempts, the other party finally gave in.

"I have other things to deal with this afternoon, so I'll stop here for today's explanation."

Roger smiled and said, "Ambassador Weilin, I look forward to explaining it to you next time. I will take my leave now."

After watching the other party leave, Weilin put away the smile on his face, returned to the study, asked Miller to guard outside the door, and then entered the Celicia demiplane.

Standing on the green grass, looking at Xing who was napping beside the Tree of Life, Weilin sat down beside it, took out the documents stored in the space ring, and continued to sort out the intricate relationships between the ministers, nobles and royal children of the Teton Kingdom.

According to the information that can be obtained, there are a million troops stationed in the central area of ​​Teton among the twenty kingdom legions. The eldest prince Maurice controls three, the second prince Rupert controls two, the eldest princess Bertha controls two, the second princess Ariel controls one, and the third prince Michelson controls two legions. It remains to be seen who controls the remaining ten legions.

The sixth princess, Elbella, had only a few guards, about 600 people.

As for the Fourth Princess, the Fourth Prince and the Fifth Princess, they controlled half of the royal capital's garrison troops, and the power to mobilize the remaining half of the troops was in the hands of the military noble Marquis Bias.