Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

On Training Ground No. 7, Ilysis and Alicia sat around the campfire.

Next to them was a tablecloth, on which were processed monster meat, fresh fruits, and magical wine.

"Mother came to me again today." Alicia leaned on Ilysis' shoulder and whispered.

Ilysis threw a piece of wood into the campfire, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he asked, "What do I want to see you for?"

“You’re asking even though you already know the answer.” Alicia said with a slightly red face, somewhat displeased.

Seeing this, Ilysis reached out and touched Alicia's head, smiling and comforting her: "This matter cannot be forced, just let it take its course."

Alicia touched her belly, sighed, and said, "You said it would have been great if we had gotten married ten years earlier. Now that our strength has reached this level, it feels very difficult to get pregnant."

"Unlike my grandfather and father, I have no intention of abdicating early, so in the short term, not having children will not have any impact. You can practice as you normally would, and there is no need to suppress it deliberately."

"The Soul Level only reduces the chance of pregnancy, it doesn't mean sterilization, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing her husband's comfort, Alicia nodded silently.

As the new matriarch of the Aix family, her most important task now is to give birth to an heir for Ilysis, and then she can consider other things.

Hearing the footsteps coming from afar, Ilysis pinched Alicia's cheek with her hand and whispered, "Okay, Weilin and Xuemia are here."

"I see."

Alicia patted her cheeks and stood up following her husband.

Weilin walked up to his elder brother and gave him a hug. Then he looked at the tablecloth on the ground, his eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "Brother, you really stole our father's treasured wine."

"What do you mean by stealing? Can't I just ask my father for it?" Ilysis looked at his unruly brother, feeling a little amused.

"Forehead--"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Weilin's face, but he quickly recovered and sat down by the campfire as if nothing had happened.

The four of them sat around the campfire, roasting food and chatting.

Pulling out the cork and smelling the fine wine that my father has treasured for many years is a real treat.

Seeing Weilin's intoxicated look, Ilysis used his fighting spirit to control the wooden stick to pierce the processed monster meat and put it on the campfire.

Eighteen skewers of barbecue were arranged in order around the campfire and turned over automatically.

Alicia, who was chatting with Xuemia, saw her husband's actions and took over it with magic.

"Have a good chat with Weilin, and leave these to me."

"Thank you."

"I'm your wife, why are you thanking me?"

After the exchange of thoughts, Ilysis withdrew his fighting spirit and handed these matters over to Alicia.

"Brother, do you know why Yadink gave up the fight for the position of patriarch of the Budbol family?" Weilin took a sip of wine, turned to look at Ilysis, and asked curiously.

"I don't know about this either. When he came to me, I learned that he had given up his inheritance rights." Ilysis picked up a piece of wood and threw it into the campfire, then answered.

Seeing this, Weilin showed a regretful look on his face and said, "I thought you knew?"

"What do you think of me?" Ilysis looked somewhat helpless, and said, "This kind of thing must have been strictly blocked by the Budbol family, but I do have a guess."

"What guess?" Weilin asked impatiently.

Ilysis adjusted his sitting position, stretched his legs straight, stared at the flames of the campfire, and said, "You should know that Yadink is accompanied by a nature elf."

"Is it the power of love?" Weilin said with a suspicious and uncertain look.

"No." Ilysis rejected it without hesitation, and then continued, "According to my guess, there may be some extra memories in Yadink's head."

Weilin gently put down the bottle and asked in shock, "Really?"

"I told you that it was just my guess. As for whether it's true or not, how would I know?" Ilysis looked at his brother helplessly and answered.

As for why there was such speculation, Weilin did not ask, and Ilysis did not explain.

On the other side, Alicia and Xuemia had a great conversation and shared their stories.

As time went by, the moon was gradually obscured by clouds.

Alicia looked up, a hint of fluctuation flashed in her eyes, she raised her hand and waved it lightly, casting a spell.

The next moment, a powerful hurricane appeared in the sky, blowing away the clouds, revealing the bright moonlight again, and restoring the light to the training ground.

At this moment, Weilin was already a little drunk. His body was swaying slightly. He leaned back and lay on the stone slab in an imageless manner.

His eyes were blurred as he looked at the starry sky, as if he was recalling something.

As the night drew to a close, the bonfire party ended. Xuemia carefully supported the drunk Weilin, said goodbye to Ilysis and Alicia, and walked towards Sub-Fort No. 7.

Back in the room, Xuemiya gently placed Weilin on the bed, then leaned over him and gently poked his face with her fingers.

Weilin showed no reaction at all, his breathing was steady and deep.

Xuemiya stared at Weilin quietly, with a gentle look in her eyes.

She admired him for a moment, then began to undress Weilin, her movements gentle and careful.

After doing all this, Xuemiya stuffed Weilin into the quilt, then took off her clothes and got into the quilt.

……

The next morning, Weilin slowly opened his eyes and felt his body feel heavy.

"I've gained weight again." He muttered softly.

Xuemiya's ears moved slightly, and she opened her eyes. She rode on Weilin, stretched out her hand to pinch his face, frowned slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I told you not to talk nonsense."

Seeing this, Weilin quickly begged for mercy.

The two played around for a while, quickly got dressed, left the room, and prepared to get down to business.

Under a big tree, Hai Xiden was doing morning exercises with a wooden sword in hand.

His movements were smooth and each swing of the sword was done with firm power.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like pearls, his eyes were focused and determined, not distracted by external things.

Next to him, a young woman held a knight's sword in her hand. She did not use any fighting spirit, but only relied on her body strength to hit the specially made training puppet.

It takes ten chops to leave a shallow mark on the training puppet.

This mark only lasts for three seconds before being repaired by the training puppet.

Behind a tree, Weilin and Xuemiya stood side by side.

Xuemiya turned her head slightly, looked at Weilin, and asked softly, "Which one do you want to test?"

Weilin pointed at Hessidon and said to Xuemiya, "I want to see what his character is like."

Xuemiya looked in the direction her husband pointed and then asked, "Any requests?"

"Just use your own ideas." Weilin replied with a smile.

"I see."

Xuemiya nodded, then began to cast a spell with both hands.

Her fingers danced flexibly, and rays of light poured out from her hands, weaving into a gorgeous illusion.

In an instant, Weilin, Hesiden and his mother were pulled into the illusion.