Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After a "friendly" exchange, Thadius and Verin signed the trade document.

The First Magic Academy in the Royal Capital used 7,000 high-level magic crystals, 580,000 mid-level magic crystals, and 6.5 million low-level magic crystals to purchase 500,000 bronze-level demon soul light balls, 100,000 silver-level demon soul light balls, and 1,000 gold-level demon soul light balls from Qixing Territory.

After the signing, there was no more tense atmosphere between the two sides.

Business is business, feelings are feelings, and the two of them are very clear about the differences.

Thaddeus poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip slowly, and then extended an invitation: "Welin, would you like to come to the First School of Magic as a visiting professor?"

Seeing this, Weilin smiled and refused, "Sir Thadius, I don't think I have the ability to do this. Let's forget it."

"If you change your mind, you can come to me anytime." Thaddeus said with a smile.

Looking at the old man's eyes, Weilin was very alert. He felt that Thadius was setting a trap for him, but as long as he firmly refused, he would not be able to trap him.

After some small talk, the two ended the meeting.

After completing the transaction, Weilin left the First Magic Academy with Xuemia, Kyle and a large number of magic crystals.

After returning to the manor and resting for a few days, Weilin received an invitation from Babra.

In the study, Weilin handed the invitation to Kyle and asked, "What do you think the grandson of the chancellor of finance wants to see me about?"

"My Lord, it is still unclear now, but his ultimate goal is to get closer to you." Kyle thought for a moment and answered, "He and you met through Claire, but we only met twice. Our relationship is not strong. We can only be considered acquaintances."

Weilin stroked his chin and said, "Then let's go meet him. I also want to set up some business in the capital. After all, as a God-given earl, I will inevitably have to come to the capital frequently in the future."

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Late at night, outside a manor outside the royal capital, Weilin brought Kyle here.

As for Xuemiya, she went to visit her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Babra was standing at the entrance of the manor. Seeing Weilin coming, she greeted him with a smile.

Weilin got off the carriage, laughed, and walked up to give the other person a hug.

Both sides knew that the other was acting, but neither cared, as long as other people saw it.

"Sir Weilin, please come in." Babra let go of Weilin and made a gesture of invitation.

Upon seeing this, Weilin exchanged some polite words and then, under the gaze of everyone, he and Babra entered the manor.

The moment you step through the gate, the scene inside the manor can be described as luxurious.

The human maids are graceful, wearing the same revealing maid costumes with their skirts fluttering in the wind; the slender elf maids have big eyes that sparkle with a smart glow, and their skin is fair and exudes a faint luster; the half-elf maids have soft figures and nimble movements, wandering among the many nobles; the Shia orc maids are full of wild charm, and their appearance with unique animal features arouses the most primitive desire for conquest in their hearts.

Babra caught a glimpse of strange emotions in Weilin's eyes and explained with a smile: "Sir Weilin, this is not a secret in the capital. If you are interested, you can take a few people with you and leave."

Weilin smiled, shook his head, and said gently, "It's just to satisfy my curiosity. After all, my family doesn't like my behavior."

"Sir Weilin, let's go sit over there first. The exchange meeting will start later." Seeing this, Babra invited him and ended the topic.

This is, of course, an excuse.

Since Weilin had no interest in these maids, there was no need for him to continue the topic, otherwise it would make both of them feel awkward.

Arriving at the rest area, the two men politely gave way to each other. Weilin looked helpless and sat down first.

When Babura saw Weilin sitting down, she sat on the left and waved for two maids to bring cakes, tea and wine.

Kyle sat on the right, listening to the conversation between the two and interjecting a few words from time to time.

Half an hour later, seeing that the time had come, Babla took the opportunity to ask, "Sir Weilin, what do you think of the Fourth Prince?"

"Brother Babula, I'm ashamed to say that I don't know much about the princes." Weilin smiled and took a sip of tea. He said calmly, "As a noble of the kingdom, I only know that I am loyal to His Majesty the King. I don't pay much attention to other things."

Babula smiled bitterly, took a sip of wine, and sighed, "Mr. Weilin is very clear-headed. Unfortunately, I am already in the game and cannot be a spectator."

Seeing this, Weilin said a few words of comfort but did not reveal his own thoughts.

With his grandfather as his backer, he doesn't need to take sides.

In addition, the Ecks family does not encourage its members to participate in the fight for the royal heir.

When the midnight bell rang, Babula stood up and said apologetically, "Sir Weilin, I still have to host the exchange meeting, so I'll take my leave first."

Weilin also stood up and responded in a gentle tone: "Brother Babula, please do as you please."

After Babra left, Weilin waved his hand to let several Shia orc maids go down, and then asked Kyle to raise the magic shield to block others from prying eyes.

"I never thought that Babula would stand on the side of the Fourth Prince. I wonder whose side his brothers and cousins ​​stand on?" Weilin leaned on the sofa and said.

Hearing this, Kyle opened his mouth and replied, "My Lord, I feel that these princes have no chance of becoming king."

"Why is this?" Weilin looked at Kyle and asked with some confusion.

"Intuition." Seeing this, Kyle slowly said, "Maybe I guessed wrong."

"Forget it. It doesn't matter to me who ascends the throne." Weilin waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It would be fine if the new king behaves according to the rules. If he does something wrong, those royal legends will teach him a lesson."

In the history of the Kingdom of Ilia, there are many mediocre people who ascended the throne. It would be fine if they did not cause trouble, but if they caused turmoil in the kingdom, there would be only one outcome: they would be dismissed by the royal legend, their path to transcendence would be blocked, they would fall into the status of ordinary people, be imprisoned for decades, and die of old age.

Legends do not belong to the country, but the country belongs to legends. This is not empty talk.

Two hours later, Babra looked a little tired and came to the rest area where Weilin was again.

In this exchange, Weilin directly stated his purpose and did not talk about harmless things.

"Sir Weilin, are you interested in griffins?"

After hearing Babla's words, Weilin's eyes lit up and he asked, "Can you tell me in detail?"

"It's my honor." Babla smiled gently and began to explain to Weilin.