Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After the surrender ceremony, in accordance with the Brera Agreement, the 15th Army took over the eastern part of the city of Brera.

On the street, Clement obtained the consent of King Merezacles of the Teton Kingdom and led his guards to search for members of the Brera family in the city.

Whether direct or collateral descendants, or civilians with Brera blood in their bodies, all became victims of Clement's sword.

Blood debt can only be cleansed with blood.

After a brief period of unrest, the city of Brera returned to its former tranquility.

Half a month later, Merezacles ordered the abandonment of the name of Brera and replaced it with Clement as the new name of the city. The intention was self-evident.

Inside the manor, Weilin looked at the battle statistics table in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

The monster invasion war in the Gray Wasteland, the war on the western border, the war for the succession of the Grand Duke of the Principality of Bogonghan, the war in the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom, and the expedition war on the Nangeshia continent.

Since he left Windsor Castle, in just over thirty years, there had been one war involving the provinces, one war involving the west, two wars involving the country, and one war involving belief in gods.

"My lord, congratulations."

Weilin put down the battle statistics table and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, I accept your advance congratulations."

"Someone is coming."

Two silver-level mid-level knights entered the study and bowed, "My Lord."

"Pass the order down. Except for the troops on guard duty, everyone will be given a bottle of wine and three pounds of meat. Drink as much as you want."

"Yes."

After the two silver intermediate-level knights left, Kyle took the opportunity to look at his master's smile and reminded him, "Master, the one-year period you agreed with me has come to an end. It's time to resume our previous routine."

"Cough cough cough."

After hearing Kyle's words, Weilin's mood suddenly turned bad.

Looking back, he finally understood why Kyle hadn't appeared in front of him since he had been slacking off from time to time over the past year. He didn't expect that he was actually waiting for him here.

"My lord, as the lord of Qixing Territory, you have been slacking off for a while. You can't be so lazy any longer." Kyle advised with a serious face.

"I've been busy with official duties lately, so I think this is a good time..."

As he spoke, Weilin's voice became smaller and smaller.

Hebrew took on the main responsibility, and he completely became a hands-off boss. For several days in a row, there was not necessarily any matter that required his direct decision.

Weilin sat up straight, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "As the future Earl of Qixing, I really need to regulate my daily routine. From now on, Kyle will supervise me."

"My lord is wise and will surely lead Qixing Territory to even greater glory." Kyle said with a smile on his face.

Weilin lay on the table and said weakly, "You will suffer in the future."

Seeing this, Kyle sat aside, quietly watching his master sighing.

There are no more than ten people in the entire Qixing Territory who can see Weilin’s true appearance.

After a moment of melancholy, Weilin lifted his face from the table, turned to Kyle and said, "Accompany me to go out of the city for a few days. I always feel that the half-destroyed palace is related to some existence. With my luck, I might be able to pick up something good."

"Yes, my lord."

The Grand Duchy of Brera was destroyed and the troops entered a period of rest and recuperation. It was time to find a reason to demand the right to garrison the Mallaig region where the city of Braledo was located.

However, this matter will have to wait until I finish touring the city of Clement.

In addition, the negotiations between the Church of Life and the Church of Harvest have not yet ended, and it is unknown what the outcome of the negotiations will be. Either the legends of both sides decide to fight first and then negotiate, or they adopt the strategy of procrastination. In any case, the high-level negotiations will not affect the direction of the war.

No matter what the result is, it is not something he can interfere with, but the arrogant earl's son is bound to die.

Three days later, Weilin put on a white suit and left the manor with Kyle, ready to take a good look around the ancient city.

Except for half of the royal palace that disappeared, this city that has existed for thousands of years has not experienced the ravages of war, and a large number of ancient buildings are well preserved, including the Brera Library, a dome building that stores tens of millions of books. It should now be called the Elisa Library.

Weilin walked on the street, feeling the cultural atmosphere around him, and from time to time he took out a few copper coins to buy some local specialties to taste.

Before they knew it, they arrived at the civilian area.

Seeing a group of people gathered in front, Weilin's eyes lit up and he immediately quickened his pace, walking through the crowd in two steps and reaching the innermost part.

At this moment, Kyle, who was admiring the wood carving, came to his senses, turned his head to look at the crowd in the distance, and then looked to his side. As expected, his master had indeed run off to eat melons.

"Edith, why do you always go against me?"

"Hehe, what do you mean by going against you? Can't I go east if I want to?"

"What do you mean you want to? I want to fly in the sky."

"Okay! Go ahead and fly, I won't stop you."

"Edith, I'm going to give you a spanking."

"Come on! Violent girl, I'm not afraid of you."

At this moment, the red-haired boy standing between the two girls looked helpless. He tried to persuade them, but the two girls did not give him a chance to speak.

The two beautiful girls were bickering with each other, and the onlookers around them were enjoying the show.

Some people even criticized the winners, and some winners expressed envy.

There are all kinds of gossip.

While eating snacks bought from the roadside, Weilin admired the scene in front of him. He felt that it was somewhat familiar, yet ordinary. Perhaps this was the daily life of adventurers in this world.

After great effort, the red-haired boy finally managed to stabilize his two companions.

There was nothing exciting to watch, so everyone dispersed.

"My Lord, it's time to go."

"Oh."

Thinking back on the scene just now, Weilin stood up and continued walking forward with Kyle.

Arriving at the center of the civilian area, Weilin suddenly felt a slight throbbing, as if something was calling him.

He stopped and looked into the depths of the alley, his eyes becoming deep.

Kyle looked at his master with some doubts in his heart, but he did not ask any questions. Instead, he followed him silently.

That day he thought that his master was just looking for an excuse to have fun, but he didn't expect that he actually made a discovery.

The two walked through the narrow alleys and came to the slums.

The environment here is even worse, with dilapidated houses and half-naked civilians everywhere.

The wooden door was closed, and the civilians sitting in front of the eaves looked at Weilin and Kyle with vigilance, as if they did not welcome their arrival.

Weilin didn't care about the looks of these people. He followed his inner guidance and walked deeper.