Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

"It's just the result of many years of military service." The man with the broken arm picked up the wine glass, pretended to raise it, then took a sip with a look of intoxication.

Seeing this, Celeste laughed, picked up the wine glass, took the initiative to step forward and hold the glass with the broken-armed man, and then drank half of the glass.

"Do you want your broken arm repaired?"

Hearing this, the man with the broken arm froze on the spot and asked uncertainly: "Can you repair my missing right arm?"

"I think I have some ability."

The man with the broken arm sat upright and asked, "Sir, I wonder what the price is that I have to pay."

"How's your story?"

"My story?"

The man with the broken arm repeated softly, nodded and agreed.

"Milan, go out and play first."

"Okay, Master."

Milna said with some joy, and quickly left the stone house.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?" The man with the broken arm looked at Celeste and asked.

"Just sit back and leave the rest to me."

Celeste stood up and walked to the side of the man with the broken arm. He slightly closed his fingertips and used the power of morning light to transform them into a tiny blade of light, which cut off the gap of the broken arm.

The man with the broken arm looked at his flesh and blood falling to the ground, but no blood flowed out of the wound, and he did not feel any pain at all.

Under the gentle power of the morning light, the flesh in the gap of the broken arm began to wriggle and grow rapidly.

Pieces of flesh and blood attached to the white bones and extended downwards.

The meridians attached to the flesh and blood are clearly visible, with blood flowing through them.

In less than three minutes, a new arm grew back.

The armless man, Yamins, waved his right arm with joy on his face, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

During the initial period after he lost his right arm, he regretted why he did not die on the battlefield and why he survived.

As time passed, he gradually forgot his past pains and came to Bailang Village to become the village chief, guarding this not-so-small area behind the border and becoming an insignificant node in the grassroots ruling network of Qixingling.

Looking at Yamins immersed in joy, Celeste did not disturb him. He returned to the stone bench and waited quietly.

He believes that people who are lawful and good should be treated with kindness.

Ten minutes later, Yamins came out of the joy of having his right arm restored. He stood up, bowed his head to Celeste, and said, "Thank you, sir."

"Please sit down. I want to hear your story and your true opinion of your lord." Celeste pointed to the stone bench and said to Yamins.

Hearing this, Yamins sat down on the stone bench, spent some time organizing his words, and then said, "Yamings, this is my name, and it is also the name given to me by Lord Orlando."

"Back then, the Lord purchased a group of slave boys in Bagamoyo, the slave city of Cardero Province, for Lord Orlando and Lord Hebrew to use to form a knight group, and I was one of them."

"At that time, I was assigned to train under Lord Orlando."

"The day before the training, Master Orlando gave each of us a name. This was the first time I had a name other than a number."

"Unfortunately, due to the limitation of my talent, I failed."

"After leaving the training camp, I became a free man, but I chose to join the army unwillingly."

“It turns out that I have very little talent, but with hard work, I have achieved some results.”

“I’ve made a lot of friends, some still alive and some dead, but it’s a very normal thing in the military.”

"We wish the deceased a happy life in the kingdom of the goddess of life."

"..."

Yamins spoke slowly and Celeste listened carefully.

There is no magnificent story, nor any touching love story, but only a boring military career and wonderful days spent with comrades.

"On August 9738, in the Glorious Calendar, in the middle of the Wind Campaign, I lost my right arm in a battle."

At this point, Yamins turned his head and looked at his new right arm, with a trace of pain in his eyes, and said: "In that battle, my squadron suffered heavy losses, and only half of the people survived."

"In the military, there is a joke that as long as you don't die on the battlefield, no matter how much damage you receive, you will not die, because Reverend Lavia and his apprentices are standing behind us."

Celeste recalled the muscle priest and asked curiously, "Is the life priest named Hayes also the apprentice of the Lavia priest?"

"He is considered the successor of Pastor Lavia." Yamins temporarily stopped explaining his story and answered, "To be honest, in White Wolf Village, no one can compare to Pastor Hayes when it comes to farming."

"Even the farming ability of the last Life Priest who came to White Wolf Village was much stronger than the others."

Celeste asked again, "So, the Life Pastor is self-sufficient in his daily needs and does not accept your offerings."

"Not only does he not accept offerings, but sometimes he even shares the fruits of his labor for free." Yamins answered, "In Qixing Territory, taxes on the Life Church are incorporated into the territory's taxes. There is only one type of tax, which accounts for about one-tenth of each family's total income."

"At the end of each year, Grand Steward Baird will hand over a portion of his territory's tax revenue to Reverend Lavia, the bishop of the Qixing Church, a secondary parish of the Church of Life."

Celeste was somewhat surprised by this system.

Over the years, he has seen similar tax collection methods, but the taxes were not as low as here.

There are tax-free areas in some remote places within the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn, but that is based on the fact that there are sufficient tax revenues in the wealthy areas. It is somewhat surprising that such a tax system is fully implemented in this small territory.

"..."

"...After wasting some time, during the fourth expansion of Qixing Territory, I resigned from my position as sheriff and came to the remote areas to open up wasteland."

"Originally this place was not called White Wolf Village, but a numbered village. It was not until I killed a white wolf monster that it got the name."

"Most of the villagers here are descended from slaves, and their experiences are similar to mine."

“Here, I found a new meaning in life.”