Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Weilin turned his head, his eyes fell on Lucas, with a smile on his face, and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

When Lucas heard Weilin's question, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly, "I feel a strong magical power rushing into my body, as if to drown me, but I can't hold it back."

Weilin smiled and nodded, gently patted Lucas' shoulder, and said, "With your soul strength, it is more than enough for you to choose the path of a mage. When we return to Qixing Territory, I will introduce my uncle to you. I believe that the two of you will become close friends."

After hearing what Weilin said, Lucas' eyes flashed with anticipation. He put away the smile on his face, and his expression became serious and respectful. He answered, "My Lord, I am looking forward to meeting your uncle."

Weilin nodded slightly, then opened the demiplane channel and sent Lucas and Fiona in.

When they entered the demiplane, Verin turned around and led Kyle out of the manor and toward the palace.

Regarding this change, he planned to remind the old king of the Kingdom of Skalovi and ask him to send people to the bottom floor area in advance to recruit talents.

Considering their friendship of more than a year, he decided to help this old king, who was as good as him in chess.

In the palace, after the old king of the Skalovian Kingdom, Revakanmon, learned about this, he hurriedly expressed his gratitude and asked Vaot to go to the warehouse to get some treasures as a reward to the other party.

Unable to resist the other party's enthusiasm, and with the other party's sincere attitude, Weilin finally took the treasure.

After sending Weilin away, Revakanmon turned to look at Vaote and asked, "Any questions?"

Vaote grinned, revealing his bloodstained teeth, and said, "Your Majesty, I am fine. It's just that the seal has disappeared, but my fighting skills have not disappeared. In fact, under the shining of the divine light, I feel that my body has become much younger."

"It's good that you're alright." Revakanmon came outside the palace and looked up at the majestic figure of the god. "The noble bloodline that we are so proud of has been broken. From now on, everyone can embark on the path of transcendence."

"Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Faced with the king's question, Waote fell silent for a rare time.

From the perspective of the nobles, this means that the path to transcendence is no longer exclusive to the nobles. Anyone can reach transcendence. The situation will become more chaotic, and the speed of kingdom replacement will probably increase. Things like restoring a country three, four, or even five times will no longer happen.

But from the perspective of the seekers, this is a good thing, which means that the shackles are broken, lifespans are extended, and they are no longer defective products in the eyes of the expeditionary forces. Even their offspring who do not have bloodline factors will embark on the path to transcendence.

"Send people to the rural areas and the civilian areas of the city to recruit talents as soon as possible. At the same time, let the eldest prince go to the Church of Life for further study to show the Sliven family's piety in faith."

"You are not allowed to come back until I die."

Waot looked at the old king's hunched body, his face gloomy, and answered: "As you command, my majesty."

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

After Vaote retreated, Rivakanmon could no longer hold up his decayed body and fell to the ground.

"His Majesty."

Several guards rushed forward and helped Revakanmon up.

Sitting on the doorstep, feeling the pain coming from all parts of the body, with a miserable smile on his face.

This time, due to the divine light shining upon the world, he only has seven or eight months left to live, as he already had only a few years left to live.

However, this is the general trend and it cannot be changed. Old folks like him from the old era will eventually be eliminated.

"Keep this to yourself." Rewakanmeng's eyes suddenly became fierce, with murderous intent on his face, and he warned, "If anyone tells anyone, I will grant the honor of burying your parents, wives, and children with you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Several people were so scared that they knelt on the ground and nodded repeatedly.

Looking at the terrified guards, Revakanmon's expression eased and he said, "Each of you go get 100 gold coins."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Waving his hand to dismiss the guards, Revakanmon leaned against the wooden wall, watching the gods gradually disappear, his cloudy eyes filled with a hint of unwillingness, but more of helplessness.

The glorious era cannot be stopped by a mortal like him.

Follow life and go against death.

……

At the beginning of July in the Glorious Calendar 9763, the 7th Army Headquarters with more than troops, the Black Rock Army with more than troops, and the Badak Army with more than troops, a total of troops boarded a ship at the Denakmo Port in the Vahlan Region of the Grand Duchy of Merezakli, heading for the city of Naxos in the Principality of Silves, preparing to return to the Kingdom of Ilia.

Before leaving, Weilin planned to meet Xuemiya's grandfather.

As far as he knew, the old man had thirteen children, six of whom died on the battlefield, and two became adventurers, left the Kingdom of Ilia, and were never heard from again.

There are five remaining children, two boys and three girls.

The three daughters were taken by the royal family for marriage alliances to strengthen the ties with various forces and nobles.

He has two sons. One is extremely talented and has made a name for himself. He has a certain reputation in the capital. This is Xuemya's father.

The other one became a Knight Temple of the Church of Life, this time establishing the Principality of Silvester. He followed his father into this world and served as the heir to the Grand Duke, while concurrently serving as the Bishop of the Church of Life in the Principality of Silvester.

After floating on the sea for half a month, Weilin also lay in the demiplane for half a month.

At the port of Bailis, the army belonging to the Principality of Silves has cleared the port to welcome the arrival of the 15th Army.

"Sir, is that really the son-in-law of our Grand Duke's granddaughter?" a lieutenant general asked bravely.

The leading man touched the shiny head and said, "If the Grand Duke says so, then it must be so."

"But this..."

"Don't make wild guesses about things that we shouldn't know. Otherwise, you might get fired and thrown into jail, and your whole family might be in danger."

"Yes, yes, the General reminded me of this."

The middle-aged officer quickly said yes and didn't dare to say anything more.

The Principality of Silves had only been established for less than ten years, and the number of nobles in the entire principality was pitifully small, basically non-existent.

In other words, the entire principality is the direct territory of the Grand Duke, so there is no such thing as a benefactor's benefactor who is not my benefactor. As long as the taboo is violated, no one can escape.

Looking at the shadow of the ship, the big man turned to the middle-aged officer and ordered: "Pass the order and tell everyone to cheer up, otherwise I will make them swim three thousand miles in the sea."

"Yes, General."

The middle-aged officer responded loudly and then turned around to convey the order.

Several soldiers standing guard nearby shuddered with fear when they heard this.

Compared to swimming three thousand miles in the sea, they would rather be hung on the city gate for three days and three nights.

As time passed, ships approached the port.

At the command, the army began to land at the port in an orderly manner and lined up neatly on the flat ground.