Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Seeing the other person's expression, she became more certain that this guy came from the north.

With the signing of the "Nangashia West Continent Agreement", the pattern of the Nangashia West Continent was established. Therefore, the other party's coming here could not be a land dispute. Then the purpose was very clear, either looking for someone or looking for something.

Olga's eyes flickered. He waved his hand to find a Six Seal Knight and whispered, "Send someone to keep an eye on that man and see where he will go."

The Knight of Six Seals turned his head to look, then lowered his head and said, "Sir, do you want me to send someone to capture the other party for interrogation?"

I thought it was a token of loyalty, but what I got in return was Olga's cold stare.

"If you have the strength, I won't stop you."

After hearing Olga's suggestion, the Knight of Six Seals understood instantly and bowed his head to apologize: "Sir, I spoke too much."

"Okay, don't make decisions on your own, or you may lose your life easily."

"Yes, my lord."

The Knight of the Six Seals replied respectfully, then retreated to the bottom of the stairs, ready to send someone to keep an eye on the execution once it was over.

With thirty-three heads pierced by iron weapons and inserted on the west side of the square, the execution officially came to an end.

Several soldiers carried iron buckets and poured red kerosene on the wood, then drew their swords and cut off the limbs of the three men.

Blood was flowing everywhere, but the three men remained calm, held their heads high, and faced death calmly.

When a country perishes, there will always be martyrs.

Torches were thrown at the cross, flames rose, and the flames devoured the bodies of the three people.

Weilin stood up from the ground, feeling the heat wave blowing towards him. There was a hint of respect in his eyes, but only that much.

After all, he was also a member of the invasion team of this world, and naturally stood on the opposite side of these people.

Half an hour later, when the three men had died, Weilin joined the crowd and left.

After leaving the crowd, Weilin saw Kyle sitting in the tavern. Looking through the window, he saw a plate of dried meat, two plates of side dishes and two jugs of wine on the table.

Feeling his master's gaze, Kyle raised his head with a calm look, without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

Seeing this, Weilin walked into the tavern calmly, looked at the scantily clad maid coming towards him, and pointed at Kyle.

Seeing this, the maid smiled apologetically and asked, "Guest, do you need some more meat?"

"Another plate of that meat."

Weilin pointed at the vague names of the dishes on the menu and gave instructions to the maid.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The maid smiled and bent forward, showing her advantages.

In response to this scene, Weilin just smiled kindly and didn't buy it.

Wanting him to order more is impossible.

Sitting opposite Kyle, Weilin unceremoniously brought a pot of wine to him.

"My Lord, I have finished reading it."

Kyle raised his glass, took a sip of wine, and asked with a smile.

"If you drink during work, half of your salary will be deducted." Weilin looked at Kyle and teased with a smile.

"Salary? You haven't paid me salary for six years." Kyle put down his glass and replied with a smile.

At this moment, the maid who was serving the dishes heard what the two were saying, and curiosity ignited in her eyes. Although she didn't understand what they were saying, from their expressions, she had a rough guess in her mind based on her years of service experience.

But as a maid, she still had work to do, so she could only suppress her curiosity and retreat quietly.

"is it?"

Weilin was stunned for a moment, and thinking carefully, he seemed to have not paid Kyle any salary since the war began. Even Qi Xing's troops who followed him to the war did not receive any salary.

This would be unimaginable in other troops, but it is very normal for Weilin.

What’s even more exaggerated is that it seems that no one has mentioned this to me.

No one, whether Hebrew, Greg, or Devonshire, came to ask for military pay.

Thinking of this, Weilin put his hand to his mouth and asked in a low voice: "How much military pay do I owe now?"

"Let's not talk about the big ones, let's take a low-level bronze warrior as an example."

"Basic military pay: nine silver coins a month."

"The conversion of training materials is 25 silver coins per month."

"Military allowance: 15 silver coins per month."

"Battlefield merits are calculated separately. Taking the average, there are 35 silver coins per month."

"These four items total eight gold coins and four silver coins per month. For these one hundred and three months, you will be issued a total of eight hundred and sixty-five gold coins and two silver coins."

"This does not include the share of spoils. If it does, you will need to pay an additional 1,500 gold coins to a low-level bronze warrior."

"Excluding this part, including the death compensation for fallen soldiers and the disability compensation for disabled soldiers, you will probably have to spend about 113 million gold coins this time, which is less than one percent of your gains this time."

"Cough cough cough."

Weilin blushed, which was rare for him. He had unknowingly owed so much money.

He thought that the Hebrews received military pay on a regular basis, but he didn't expect that he was overthinking.

However, it is a taboo for the commander to distribute military pay without authorization. Any normal general would not do such a thing.

"After we go back, we will pay it out three times as much."

"If you want gold coins, I'll give you gold coins. If you don't want gold coins, I'll give you extraordinary materials and cultivation secrets. All these things will be discounted at cost price."

"I never thought that one day I would owe so much military pay. No one would believe it if I told them."

Hearing this, Kyle nodded in agreement and said, "My lord, other troops would complain if they were owed wages for a few months at most, but you have owed them for eight years and seven months in a row, which is quite a miracle."

"Okay, okay, let's drink."

Weilin waved his hands, his face slightly red, signaling Kyle to stop talking. After all, he still had to save face.

As time passed, more and more people came into the tavern.

There was a mixed crowd, and everyone was loudly discussing the execution process that had just happened, but they all remained rational and did not dare to slander the Harvest Church. After all, no one wanted to walk on the cross.

After sitting for a while and paying three silver coins for the wine, Weilin and Kyle left the tavern and prepared to look for the boy who had awakened his soul memory.

Not long after the two men left, the people who had been sitting separately looked at each other, paid for their drinks, left the pub, and followed them.

"My lord, do you want me to deal with these rats?" Kyle locked onto the positions of the six spies. With just a little force, he could kill these people violently on the street.

"Forget it. The pastor of the Harvest Church wants to meet me, but now is not the right time. It won't be too late to meet him after I finish this matter."

"Just confuse them and let them walk back on their own."

Weilin put his hands behind his back, looking quite graceful.

"Yes, my lord."

Kyle turned around, took a look, and finally turned around and followed.

At this moment, the six secret agents stood there in a daze, then turned around at the same time and walked towards the direction of the church.