Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In a palace converted from a manor in the western part of Clermont.

The internal layout is similar to that of the Teton Kingdom Palace, and every detail reveals the architectural style of the Teton Kingdom.

As far as Weilin knew, in the city of Clement, whether it was the nobles and wealthy businessmen or the common people with spare money, they were all changing the layout of their houses in order to be closer to the culture of the Teton Kingdom.

From this it can be seen that King Merezakli of the Teton Kingdom has great ambitions, but it is obvious that the expeditionary force will not allow the Teton Kingdom to annex Grand Duke Brera.

Whether it is to check and balance the Kingdom of Teton or to take into account the interests of the various families within the expeditionary force, there are only two possible solutions to the Grand Duchy of Brela: either maintain its integrity or split it into small principalities.

As for the outcome, it has little to do with Weilin.

After all, he was just a passer-by, so making a little money was enough.

Arriving in the garden, at Merezakli's warm invitation, Weilin sat down on the rattan chair.

"Ambassador Weilin, why did you come to me today to deal with such an urgent matter? As long as I can help, I will never refuse." Merezakli asked in a gentle tone while pouring wine for Weilin.

Weilin smiled and performed basic etiquette to express his gratitude, then said, "Your Majesty Merezakli, what do you think of Queen Elsa's actions in the Kingdom of Teton?"

Merezakli put down the wine flask, smiled, and asked, "Ambassador Weilin, I don't know why you ask this."

Observing Merezakli's expression, Weilin couldn't help but admire the other party's inner strength. It seemed that the rumors were not consistent with the facts, or perhaps His Majesty had escaped from Queen Elsa's control and had some different ideas.

"Your third daughter, is she your real daughter?"

Weilin was not going to test the waters any further and went straight to the point, telling the secret.

Hearing this, Merezakli put away the smile on his face, waved his hand to let the guards beside him retreat, looked up at Weilin's eyes, sighed, and said: "Ambassador Weilin, this matter is very complicated."

"Elebella is her eldest brother's daughter and her eldest brother's only bloodline. I know about this, but she doesn't know that I know."

"I have been the king for many years, but I have remained silent in the face of Elsa's plan."

"This throne was originally given to me by him. It would be easy for her to take it back."

"However, this war gave me some ideas."

Watching Merezakli reveal his true feelings, Weilin calmly picked up the wine glass, tasted the wine, and said: "Your Majesty, so you want to split the Teton Kingdom."

"Split?" Merezakli was a little surprised, then shook his head and said, "No, maybe you don't know that the Tetons' support for Elsa is unimaginable to ordinary people."

"This war gave me some ideas."

"I know you won't stop attacking, at least not in the next few years. You will definitely continue to attack the north, so I want to build a new country on this ruin, even if it's just a few regions."

Hearing Merezakli talk about his ambitions, Weilin was a little surprised, but soon calmed down and asked, "Your Majesty, why are you telling me this?"

Merezakli raised his glass and chuckled, “Ambassador Weilin, you are greedy for money, but not that greedy.”

"Oh." Weilin looked surprised and asked with some confusion, "Your Majesty, why do you say that?"

"You are greedy for money but not too greedy. This shows that you have hidden agenda and are secretly planning something." Merezakli began to explain, "So I want to make a deal with you."

"Please tell me more."

Hearing this, Merezakli realized that the other party also had the idea of ​​weakening the Teton Kingdom. It would depend on whether he could show enough sincerity to impress the other party.

This is not the homeland for outsiders. Perhaps some of the expeditionary forces will stay, but most of them will leave and return to their own countries.

"Ambassador Weilin, I wonder if you have heard of the great sage Silas Ansel."

"Great Sage?"

Weilin was full of questions. As far as he knew, under the blockade of the Church of the Beast God, all records related to Silas Ansel were deliberately erased. Except for some records buried in those little-known tombs and his own diary, there was no possible written record related to Silas Ansel to appear in the open.

Looking at Weilin's expression, Merezakli felt more confident about reaching an agreement on the deal.

"Your Majesty, Merezakli, could you please tell me in detail?"

"Ambassador Verin, I don't know much about the story of the great sage Silas Ansel. It's basically a story passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors." Merezakli sat upright, with a serious face, and spoke slowly, "You should also know that I dare to call him that only in this special era."

"My ancestor was once one of the Great Sage's anonymous students. He crossed the Ansa-Titon Sea and went to the Ansa Kingdom to study."

"As for what happened in the Ansa Kingdom, our ancestors did not record it in detail. They only left this sentence."

Having said that, Merezakli stretched out his hand, dipped his fingers in the wine in the glass, and wrote a strange sentence on the stone table.

Weilin looked down and saw that it was the language he was once familiar with.

'This is the happiest day of my life. The teacher teaches everyone and my classmates are friendly and helpful. But it's a pity that everything is so short-lived! '

From Weilin's shocked expression, Merezakli felt more confident about the negotiations.

Coming back to his senses, Weilin stopped thinking about it, looked up at Merezakli, and said, "Your Majesty, these alone are not enough to impress me."

"Ambassador Weilin, I think you might be interested in this item."

Seeing this, Merezakli stopped talking nonsense, took out a fist-sized twelve-sided Rubik's Cube from his arms, placed it on the stone table, and then retreated in front of Weilin.

Looking at the Rubik's Cube in front of him, Weilin reached out and grabbed it in his palm, infusing magic power into it.

The next moment, the Rubik's Cube was activated, and a string of words appeared out of thin air. It was the mother tongue of the previous life.

“Question: The ratio of our world’s ocean to land area.”

Opposite the text, a box appears.

Looking at this familiar scene, Weilin wrote down the answer.

When the answer was collected, the text changed, and finally converged into four words: "Correct answer."

Less than five seconds after agreeing, the text changes again, forming a new question

"Question: What do the guards of our planet call it?"