Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Three months later, in the afternoon, Weilin sat by the campfire and processed furs as usual, which was one of the few pleasures he had during his leisure time.

Suddenly, the door opened and Na walked in covered in blood.

Upon seeing this, Weilin stepped forward, helped him up, put his hand on his chest, and channeled green fighting spirit into his body to heal his wounds.

"cough cough"

After waking up, Na coughed violently a few times and said anxiously: "Teacher, hurry up, someone will be here soon."

"What happened?"

Na's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, there were sudden sounds of messy footsteps outside.

"Just lie down first and wait for the master to come back soon."

Weilin put Na next to the campfire, took down an iron sword, opened the wooden door, and walked out.

More than forty fully armed soldiers surrounded the wooden house.

Several soldiers stepped back, revealing a path.

Weilin waved the iron sword in his hand and looked up, only to see a handsome young nobleman slowly appearing before him.

"Hand over that set of warrior breathing techniques, and I'll consider letting you two go faster."

"You're the first one who dares to threaten me like this in all these years."

Hearing Weilin's tone, the young nobleman put away the smile on his face and said expressionlessly: "Possessing ironware privately is a serious crime, and being rude to nobles is an even more serious crime. Catch him, skin him, and throw him into the snake cave."

"Yes, Master."

The two sturdy men standing behind the noble young man responded loudly.

After saying this, the young nobleman left the place and retreated to the back to watch the battle.

After a while, one of the armored strong men shouted, "Capture him alive, upgrade him two levels, teach him warrior breathing techniques, and exempt five acres of land from tax."

When the forty-odd soldiers heard about the reward, their eyes were instantly filled with greed, and they all stared at Weilin as if they were looking at some priceless treasure.

"superior."

Upon hearing the order, several soldiers rushed forward with swords in hand.

Weilin smiled contemptuously and chopped the soldiers who rushed up to him into pieces along with their leather armor at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Every time the sword was swung, a soldier was beheaded.

In less than three minutes, more than a dozen soldiers were dead.

A sturdy man in iron armor held a huge sword tightly in both hands and shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, let me meet this guy."

Seeing this, the soldiers who had regained some of their senses retreated one after another.

Looking at the burly man, Weilin raised his sword to block and pushed him back, then accelerated to come behind him, inserted the iron sword into the gap of his neck, turned around, and took off his head.

A low-level bronze warrior was pitifully weak compared to him, a "mid-level bronze warrior".

With the help of the headless corpse of the sturdy man, Weilin kicked his legs and approached another low-level bronze warrior. In front of his horrified eyes, he cut him in half.

"what--"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the strong man who lost his lower body let out a shrill wail, as if to tear people's eardrums and destroy the psychological defenses of the surrounding soldiers.

The young nobleman saw this scene, his expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "I see that you have some ability. Hand over that set of high-level warrior breathing method, and I can make you a feudal knight."

Weilin did not respond. He killed the sturdy man with one sword and rushed straight towards the noble young man.

In front of his astonished eyes, he chopped off the heads of him and the other two knights' servants.

When the head fell to the ground, a trace of doubt flashed through the mind of the young noble. Why did this guy dare to attack him? Was this challenging the rule that nobles of the Boyle Kingdom could not die at the hands of untouchables?

Without figuring out why, the noble young man's consciousness fell into eternal silence.

At this moment, Weilin's face was also full of confusion. Looking at the young nobleman lying on the ground, he wondered in his heart, didn't this guy know to dodge when he swung his sword?

"He killed Master Dai. He must be killed, or our family will die."

A terrified cry broke the silent atmosphere, and the remaining soldiers rushed towards Weilin with crazy faces.

Facing the siege of more than thirty elite soldiers, Weilin showed no fear at all.

In less than a moment, the last soldier was split into two halves. Weilin threw away the broken iron sword in his hand, picked up two iron swords that were more valuable, and returned to the wooden house.

The ground was littered with corpses and blood, which soon attracted some wild beasts. However, seeing the fire in the wooden house, they did not dare to get too close and could only eat the corpses on the outside first.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

Na Qiang held on to his body and looked at Weilin who was bathed in blood, and asked worriedly.

"Are you so unconfident about your teacher?"

Weilin sat by the campfire, picked up the unfinished blank, continued to scrape the grease off it with a knife, and responded with a smile.

"I'm not, I just..."

"Okay, okay, tell me what's going on."

Na Jian turned around and slowly told everyone what had happened to him.

"Half a month ago, on the way to Lisk Town, I saved a civilian from a snow bear. According to what you taught me, I was stronger than that stranger, so I saved him."

"I declined the idea of ​​visiting his home and continued on my way."

"But just this morning, I met that civilian again on the road. He took out a lot of food and wine, saying that he had been waiting there for several days and finally waited for me. He wanted to use the food to thank me for saving his life."

"The stranger's food was inedible. I declined his offer and was about to leave when a large group of soldiers surrounded me."

"I realized that things were not going well, so I desperately tried to break through and ran towards the mountain. I thought I had gotten rid of them, but they caught up with me. What happened next was what you saw."

"Because of my mistakes, I have implicated you, teacher. Please punish me."

Weilin looked at Na, who looked guilty, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "After all, it's still my fault."

Na asked in confusion: "Teacher, why do you say that?"

"I shouldn't have taught you these things in the first place. I should have taught you how to protect yourself and not be too kind."

"But since it has already happened, let him go."

"Have a good meal tonight, and set off tomorrow for the mountains. When you become a bronze warrior, I will take you on a journey to broaden your horizons."

"Teacher, then..."

"I've said that these things are in the past, so don't mention it. Just lie down first, and I'll check you again later to avoid any sequelae."

After saying this, Weilin left the cabin, prepared to change his clothes first, and then go and randomly hunt a wild beast nearby as food for tonight.

After half a year, although he still hasn't figured out what the three important decisions are, he is sure that teaching students is definitely an important decision, but his teaching is a bit of a failure now.