Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In a tiered classroom, a female magician is demonstrating summoning magic.

"Please don't look at me, please look at the summoning circle."

Upon hearing this, the magic apprentices sitting below all turned their eyes to the summoning magic circle.

In an instant, light appeared, and two unicorn rabbits appeared in the magic circle.

In the starry sky, the figures of Weilin and Kyle gradually disappeared and left this world.

A membrane includes dozens of galaxies, which gradually turn from virtual to real and expel them from this space.

Above the dimension, the figure of an observer slowly disintegrated and turned into twelve rays of light, merging into the world that was about to take shape.

Each ray of light contains a gifted person's understanding of his or her own path, as well as a hint of the illusory mark of being favored by fate.

In the star realm, where there are countless sands, dozens of galaxies are embedded in it, silently and without attracting any attention, as if this world has always existed here.

At the same time, the magic web collapsed, magic power filled the world, and a large number of spells that relied on the existence of virtual and real space dissipated and turned into an ordinary scripture.

When the great battle comes, the old man carrying the magic book from another world will surely become the forerunner.

……

On the pool of water, the figures of the two people gradually turned from virtual to real, triggering waves of magical vortexes.

A furry white cub appeared in Kyle's arms, with clear eyes in its light blue eyes, curiously looking at the surrounding environment.

"Heart flower, and..."

Weilin stroked the flower on his forehead with his hand, wanting to say something, but he had no relevant memory.

Kyle felt his strength increase, but he didn't know why.

"Lance."

Hearing the call, the white cub lying in Kyle's arms made a "buzzing" sound in response.

In its mind, it only remembered that the black-haired young man was its master and the blond young man was its keeper. There was no other information.

Weilin looked up at the sky and said, "We seem to have forgotten something."

Kyle didn't say anything. He had no relevant memories. Perhaps they had experienced some thrilling adventure, or perhaps they had just stayed in that space between fantasy and reality for a moment.

Everything is untraceable and will never be known.

“This is such a bad feeling!”

Weilin adjusted his hair, turned to look at Kyle, and said helplessly.

"kindness."

Kyle nodded in agreement, and he hated the feeling as well.

"Let's go, let's get ashore first."

After saying this, the two men and the beast walked towards the pond.

Arriving at the water pond, two low-level gold-level Shia orc warriors came to greet them.

"Lord Weilin, Lord Kyle, welcome back safely. I have sent my men to inform the chieftain. Please wait a moment." The red-haired Xia orc warrior saluted and said respectfully, beating his chest.

Weilin looked calm as he asked, "How long have we been away?"

"One hundred and twenty-five days." The blue-haired orc warrior standing on the right answered.

"More than four months?" Weilin whispered softly.

In other words, more than a hundred days have passed in the real world, but how much time did they experience in that world?

One hundred and twenty-five hours.

One hundred and twenty-five days.

Or maybe one hundred and twenty-five years.

Kyle also fell into deep thought. Based on the rate at which his own strength increased, he was more inclined to believe that he had spent one hundred and twenty-five years in that space.

However, the strength of his master remained unchanged, so he rejected this idea.

If I were to accompany my master, I would never give him the chance to be lazy.

I practice hard myself and will never let my master be idle.

So, it’s not one hundred and twenty-five years, it’s most likely one hundred and twenty-five days.

As he was lost in thought, the heart flower on Weilin's forehead slowly began to wither.

The power sealed in the three petals of the Heart Flower began to slowly release, flowing into Weilin's body from between his eyebrows.

Blood, soul and will began to actively accept the power of the same origin.

Kyle noticed something was wrong, put Lance on his shoulder, and then took his master to an open place.

The magic power in the air began to gather and converge into Weilin's body.

In the soul, the fourth branch of the big tree formed by the soul's original skill [Reincarnation] began to grow, with flower buds growing at the end, bright flowers blooming, fruits growing, and then falling off.

The purple fruit floated to the illusory fourth-level soul ring and merged into it, turning it from virtual to real and laying the foundation.

[Healing-Life], the information about the fourth soul skill was known by Weilin.

Corresponding to the third soul [Healing-Spiritual], one works on the body and the other on the soul.

By taking the life force of another, one can heal physical injuries, such as regenerating limbs, and can also extend one's own lifespan.

【Healing-Spiritual】, repairing the broken soul.

【Heal-Life】, repair broken limbs.

In the blink of an eye, Weilin suddenly felt as if he was approaching the law of life.

When the promotion was successful, a flower grew again on the fourth branch and never withered again.

At the same time, a small green sapling grew out from the roots of the big tree transformed by the soul's origin skill [Reincarnation], and grew rapidly, reaching half the height of the purple sapling.

At the end of the green tree, a tender bud grew out.

At this moment, promotion to a low-level soul druid is a natural outcome.

[Spirit of Change], the information of the first innate spell appeared in Weilin's mind.

Any living thing that you see can have its form recorded and integrated into the [Spirit of Ever-Changing].

Without being noticed, half of the Heart Flower's enormous power was sucked into the core of the tree transformed by the Soul Origin skill.

The red petals representing blood, the blue petals representing will, and the purple petals representing soul merge with the fifth, sixth and seventh branches of the tree transformed by the soul origin skills, resulting in changes in position.

After regaining his composure, Verin opened his eyes and saw a large group of Shia orcs surrounding him, led by Osvid Kedas, the chief of the Kedas tribe.

It doesn't take much thought to know that several days must have passed, otherwise so many people wouldn't have gathered.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone headed towards the tent.

Entering the tent, Verin and Osvid sat in the main seats, and the rest of the Shia orcs sat in two rows.

A few minutes later, after listening to Weilin's story, everyone looked at each other, but they were all convinced.

In the past history, there have been only fragmentary records of such events, and without exception, they were only a few short sentences, briefly mentioned.

It turns out that it’s not that they don’t want to write about the past, but that they don’t have the memories of it.

"Sir Oswald, I can heal your broken arm."

Oswald was shocked when he heard Weilin's words. He looked at his missing left arm and said slowly, "The reason why my arm remains broken is because a part of my soul is missing."

"I have a method to repair the soul." Weilin replied with a smile.

Upon seeing this, Oswald asked, "Sir Weilin, what kind of reward do you need?"

"I have already received the reward. Repairing your left arm is my return gift." Weilin replied.

"Your arrival was guided by Saint Glald, and you solved the entrance to this space that exists between illusion and reality, which also helped our Kedas tribe. In this way, the relationship between you and the Kedas tribe is now even."

Oswald looked at Verin and said, "This time you repaired my left arm, which is another matter. You should accept the reward."

Hearing this, Weilin reluctantly accepted it and said, "After I repair your left arm, how about letting me pick something in the Kedas tribal area?"

"All the good stuff is in the tribal treasury. When I recover from my injury, you can go to the tribal treasury and choose."

"Thank you very much."

Weilin thanked him politely.

Afterwards, everyone ended their chat and returned to the holy land of the Kedas tribe.