Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

At noon the next day, under the guidance of Pastor Lavia, Weilin and Kyle came to Celtic Tulum's home.

A beautiful woman is supporting a white-haired old man, and a young man is standing next to them. People who don’t know the inside story may find it unreasonable.

A gentle smile appeared on Celtic's face, and he slowly said, "Lord Weilin, we meet again."

"More than 30 years ago." Upon hearing this, Weilin's eyes flashed with memories and he responded.

After some greetings, the group entered the living room and sat around the wooden table.

Looking around, the decoration is very simple and there is no luxurious deployment.

The young man held the teapot and poured tea for everyone. After doing all this, he came behind his father and massaged him to relieve the pain in his body.

"I came here at Lavia's request to heal your spiritual injuries." Weilin picked up the teacup, looked at the green tea, took a sip, and got straight to the point.

Hearing this, Celtic's wife and children all looked up at the same time, with hope in their eyes and joy on their faces.

"Cough cough cough."

Celtic was choked and said in disbelief: "Lord Weilin, this... this..."

"If you want to thank someone, let the kid thank his master. If Lavia hadn't come to beg me, I might not have come here." Weilin put down the teacup and said slowly.

After hearing this, the boy came to Lavia, knelt on his knees, and knocked his head on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"What are you doing? Get up quickly."

Lavia stepped forward to help his disciple up, brushed away the gravel on his forehead, and said lovingly: "You are in trouble, can I, your teacher, just sit there and watch?"

"Teacher, I will definitely repay you in the future."

"Why are you saying that? If you practice well, that will be the best reward for your master."

"I certainly will, Master."

Returning to the wooden table, Lavia touched his big bald head and smiled kindly at the Celtic couple.

Seeing this, Weilin said, "It's getting late, let's get started!"

"Lord Weilin, what do you need me to do?" Celtic's wife Eleanor stood up and asked after hearing this.

Weilin stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "Prepare a clean room and prepare food for me."

"I understand, Lord Verin."

Eleanor nodded, called her child to her side, and whispered to him to go to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables.

After receiving his mother's instructions, the boy nodded heavily and left the living room.

In a clean and tidy room, Eleanor helped Celt to the bed, took off his shoes, covered him with a quilt, then bowed to Weilin, left the room and closed the door.

Weilin did not start treatment immediately. Instead, he pulled over a chair, put it next to the bed, and sat down.

"Keltic, I can see that your wife loves you very much."

"Yes!" Celt sat up, raised his pillow, looked at Weilin, and said with a happy smile on his face, "Ten years ago, Eleanor resigned from his position as a professor at the Magic Academy after sensing that my body was becoming increasingly decayed. He brought me to Blue Veil City and planned to spend the rest of my life with me in this beautiful place."

"Every day since I came here, she has given me massages, using her Dou Qi-warmed body to take care of me all the time, so much so that in the past ten years, her strength has not improved at all."

"Now, I feel like I've become a burden to her."

Weilin looked at the aging Celtic and said with emotion: "In your wife's heart, you are not only her husband, but also her hope in this world."

"I know this, so fifteen years ago, I tried to make her pregnant. With the bond of a child, she will have something to live on after I die." Celtic raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he revealed the secret that had been hidden for more than a decade.

Weilin covered his face, looking somewhat speechless: “Between you two, the child is really an accident!”

“Hahaha… cough cough cough.”

"Sometimes I think that as a father, I am really sorry for Kechia."

The air choked his lungs. After Celtic recovered, he leaned against the wall and said with some shame.

"What a sincere love!"

After sighing, Weilin pulled out the pillow from behind Celtic and laid his body flat.

"It might be painful later."

"Lord Weilin, I know that the scars on the soul are not so easy to repair."

"kindness."

Weilin nodded, took out a silver intermediate demon soul light ball, grasped it in the palm of his left hand, then placed his right hand on Celtic's forehead, closed his eyes, and began to cast [Healing-Spiritual].

The soul power of the demon soul sealed in the silver intermediate demon soul light ball was extracted and transformed into soul light, which entered Celtic's soul under the guidance of Weilin's thoughts.

Under the spiritual vision, Weilin turned into a repairman, using his thoughts as a needle and the soul light as thread to mend the broken parts of Celtic's soul.

Time passed bit by bit, Celt felt the pain coming from his body, he gritted his teeth and tried not to interfere with Weilin's treatment.

The magic power floating in the air began to gather towards Celtic's body, entering his body bit by bit and becoming his power again.

Weilin carefully observed the changes in the outside world, and changed his methods at each stage to maintain the balance between Celtic's body, soul and external magic.

After a long time, when Verin put the last stitch through, Celtic's soul was repaired.

Pulling away his own thoughts, Weilin opened the gates and increased the soul power to extract the demon's soul.

In less than a moment, the patched part of Celtic's soul slowly disappeared and merged with the soul, and it was even a blessing in disguise, making the soul stronger.

When the last bit of soul power of the intermediate silver demon soul was exhausted, only cruelty, killing and evil thoughts remained in the demon soul light ball.

Weilin opened his eyes and looked at Celtic lying on the bed. His whole body was wet with sweat, his wrinkled skin became elastic, and his extraordinary rank also reached the high bronze level.

However, before repairing Eleanor's soul, Celt himself was a silver-level intermediate water elemental mage. After the scars of his soul were healed, everything that had been lost would naturally return with the passage of time.

In addition, compared to his previous soul, Celtic's soul is now much stronger. Coupled with the accumulation of his mind over the past forty years, it will probably take less than ten years for him to be promoted to a golden wizard.

Half an hour later, Celtic moved his fingers slightly, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar ceiling, felt the power coming from his body, and tears couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his eyes.