Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

At the northeastern border of the Holy Ice Elf Kingdom, Weilin returned here according to the silver dragon scale given by the Lord of Cold Light.

Seeing the figure of his master, Kyle stood up and went to greet him.

Weilin walked over and gave Kyle a hug, then asked, "How long have you been here?"

"Half a month earlier than you."

Arriving at the camp, Weilin saw the sighing Silver Dragon King Alaric of Berk Kingdom, with three dejected silver dragons beside him.

Seeing his master preparing to step forward, Kyle telepathically said, "Master, this is the third time that Lord Alaric has searched for the Sea and Sky Ice Abyss."

Kyle's voice rang in his mind, and Weilin stopped and did not move forward.

After three failed attempts, he would definitely be depressed for a long time if it were him.

It’s better not to disturb him now, and wait until Uncle Alaric has relieved his depression.

However, I can tell Aljeta about this matter when I get back. I wonder what his expression will be when he hears about his old father's deeds.

Given the character of that unfilial son, he would definitely laugh at his father.

Shaking his head and stopping his random thoughts, Weilin followed Kyle to another part of the camp.

At the ice table, Celeste was holding a hockey puck in his hand, watching intently.

"Knight Celeste, what was the harvest this time?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Celeste retracted his gaze and threw the ice ball in his hand to the ground.

Under Weilin's puzzled look, a powerful magical power suddenly burst out when the ice ball landed.

In an instant, an ice soldier appeared in front of the three people. His body was tall and straight, covered with layers of frost and glowing with a faint blue light. There was no warmth of life, only cold loneliness.

"Silver High-level Ice Soldier, is this the blessing you have received?"

"This is the blessing bestowed upon me by the Crown of the God of Frost Wind." Celest nodded in response, "In a place with fierce frost, I can carve an ice ball, infuse it with magic power, and throw it on the ground, and I will obtain an ice soldier."

"As for the upper limit of strength, it depends on the magic power I infuse."

"only……"

Having said that, Celeste suddenly shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Weilin knew very well what Celeste wanted to say, but he had to maintain due respect for the gods and not make irresponsible remarks.

Turning to look at Kyle, Weilin asked, "What favor did you receive from the God of Wind and Snow?"

"You'll know when you meet the enemy." Kyle answered mysteriously with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Weilin's curiosity was instantly aroused.

"Velin, what about you?" Celeste asked.

"I received a legendary weapon from the Crown of the God of Cold Wind."

As he spoke, Weilin took out the Staff of Loneliness and let it float in the air for the two to see.

Celeste raised his hand and stroked the surface of the Staff of Loneliness, and said with emotion: "The legendary spirit is still in the process of being conceived. It seems that it has only been forged for a short time. It is really an enviable blessing!"

Upon hearing this, Weilin said with a smile: "Good luck, good luck."

Kyle, who was standing nearby, saw the look on his master's face. His expression remained unchanged, but he muttered in his heart, "It seems that the master is hiding something."

After some communication, Weilin also learned the current time - July 9769, 7.

One hundred and twenty years in the illusion is only a few months in the outside world.

In addition, this evening is also a time of destiny's guidance.

Entering the space between fantasy and reality blocked the guidance of destiny. Actually, four years and six months have passed since the last guidance of destiny.

Weilin touched his stomach, turned to Kyle and said, "Let's cook tonight and have a good meal."

"kindness."

"In that case, I'll go get some food." After saying that, Celeste left the camp.

Upon seeing this, Weilin moved his mind and countless vines broke through the ice and entangled with each other in the air.

In less than a moment, an open-air banquet hall was formed.

Coming to a hammock, Weilin lay down on it directly, determined not to get up until dinner time.

Kyle came to the long table nearby and took things out from the Messier demiplane to make preparations.

As night fell, Celeste returned to the camp with two large and ferocious bears and dumped them on the ice table.

Kyle, standing in front of the ice table, looked at the eight-meter-long ferocious bear in front of him. He quickly waved the knife in his hand, cut off the meat from various parts, and placed them neatly aside.

The next moment, two gold-level clones walked out of Kyle's body and began to cook food.

Time passed slowly, night was approaching, and a rich fragrance lingered over the camp, lingering for a long time.

Alaric, who was grieving alone, smelled the aroma of delicious food, and his inner sadness faded a lot. He stood up and walked towards the source.

The three silver dragons sitting nearby saw their elders leave, looked at each other, and followed them without any prior agreement.

"Good evening, Lord Alaric."

Kyle, who was cooking, saw Alaric coming and greeted him politely.

Weilin, who was lying in the hammock, heard Kyle's voice, sat up, saw Alaric and the other three dragon-welcoming figures, and extended an enthusiastic invitation.

Upon hearing this, Alaric went straight to the long table woven with vines and sat down without any formalities.

Upon seeing this, the three silver dragons took the initiative to greet Weilin, and then sat down next to Alaric.

As more and more dishes appeared, people from the entire camp were attracted.

Seeing this, Weilin warmly invited everyone to take a seat.

Before we knew it, even before the dishes were served, the long table was filled with all kinds of fruits, dried meats and wine.

After walking around, Weilin returned to his hammock and lay down, waiting for dinner.

As for what he had just said, he remembered that he hadn't said anything.

In a harmonious atmosphere, people from the Sinopsis subcontinent began to communicate with each other. It was no longer just casual chats among acquaintances, but strangers also began to look for topics to talk about.

Celeste came to an orc, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Hearing the sound, the orc turned his head and saw the familiar face. The smile on his face froze instantly.

"Am I that terrible?"

Hearing the less cold voice, the half-orc Laford quickly responded: "No, no, Lord Celeste, I am not afraid of you, but I respect you."

"Well, what happened in the past is over, and I'm not a person who holds grudges." Celeste slowed down his speech and said slowly, "I really like what someone said. If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. Now that you have paid the price, then what happened in the past is over."

The half-orc Laford reacted and said in a panic, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Master Celeste."

"Call me Celeste. Adding the honorific title of sir makes it seem like I'm oppressing you."

"As you say, Master Celeste..."

Under Celeste's slightly warning gaze, the half-orc Laford stopped using the latter honorific.

Weilin, lying in the hammock, opened one eye, looked at Celeste, then closed his eyes again and continued to be lazy.