Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

In the slums of the provincial capital of Kenas Province, Kleist felt the changes in the outside world. He stopped meditating, opened his eyes, and looked at the young man on the straw mat. His body was dissolving.

Seeing this scene, Kleist quickly turned to look at Verin, breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured to himself: "The breath of life is stable, it seems there is no big problem."

The next moment, a drop of golden blood appeared out of thin air, floating above Weilin's body.

A brilliant aura hit his face, making Kleist unable to move at all.

The golden blood stayed for a moment, divided into ten parts and flew towards Kleist, integrating into his body.

Kleist looked at the golden blood integrated into his body and suddenly felt his consciousness being lifted up.

In a trance, a law that is very close to him appeared in front of him.

"The rules of divination."

Kleist was shocked and looked up again, only to see a law that was more vast than the way of divination appeared in front of him.

"The rules of fate."

Seeing the truth he was pursuing, Kleist subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch it.

So close yet so far away.

In an instant, the golden blood began to burn, wrapping Kleist's soul and immersing himself in the rules of divination.

Sensing the foreign object, the divination rules began to fluctuate, and then calmed down. Countless mysteries poured into Kleist's soul under the pull of golden blood.

In just three breaths, Kleist's soul was filled with the mystery of divination.

The golden blood bursts with light, and the soul wrapped in Kleist leaves the divination rules, escapes from the ocean of world consciousness, and returns to the real world.

Under the impact of the hundreds of secrets of the divination laws, Kleist's soul fell into a brief confusion, searching for his true self in countless knowledge.

The remaining golden blood spread into thin threads and poured into Verin's body, weaving a golden coat for his soul.

The fifth branch, sixth branch and seventh branch of the big tree formed by the soul's origin skill [Reincarnation of Life and Death] grow at the same time, sprouting buds, blooming flowers, and bearing fruits.

Three purple fruits fell off the tree of soul origin, passed through the coat woven of golden blood, and fell into the soul ring.

[Blood-Knight], the fifth soul skill.

[Reincarnation-Void], the sixth soul skill.

[Reincarnation-Reality], the seventh soul skill.

After a while, the golden coat was spun, and the power of the golden blood was exhausted at this time.

The next moment, the golden gauze slowly fit into Weilin's soul and blended into it.

I don’t know how long it took before everything returned to calm.

In the simple hut, only the stupid legendary fortune teller and the sleeping soul high-level knight were left.

The sun and the moon change, and two months pass quietly.

In the early morning, the first ray of rising sun enveloped the provincial capital of Kernes.

In the simple hut, Weilin's fingers twitched and he slowly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.

"I seem to..."

Sitting up, Weilin covered his head. It felt as if he had experienced a long time, but it seemed like it was only a moment.

"No, when did I become a high-level soul knight?"

Perceiving his own strength, Weilin looked a little confused.

But the information related to the three new soul skills appeared in his mind, and this couldn't be false.

"Your Excellency Kleist is right, it's really a great benefit!"

After muttering to himself, Weilin closed his eyes and began to absorb the strange memory in his mind.

As for the current environment, he believed that Lord Kleist would not put him in danger.

[Blood-Knight], one can form an army by riding a horse. It can swallow blood, condense its strength, and form a blood knight order. It can be incorporated into the body and released during combat. Now it can create up to three low-level blood servants with souls.

[Reincarnation-Void], weave dreams, explore extraordinary paths, and obtain extraordinary knowledge that can be used in reality, but activating this soul skill requires soul power, and it is best to make dreams that are illusory, otherwise reciting the true name will be known by powerful people.

[Reincarnation - Reality], with stories as the world, reincarnation experience can affect oneself and others, but calling the honorable name has unknown dangers.

After a long time, Weilin opened his eyes, his expression a little complicated, and he didn't know what to say.

The three soul skills are very powerful, but they are also too powerful. If you are not careful, those terrifying powerful people will know about them.

[Reincarnation-Void], if the name of the God of Dawn appears when weaving a dream, it is very likely that the other party will know it. If you are unlucky, you may trigger divine punishment. After all, this is a blasphemous act.

As for [Reincarnation - Reality], he had to think about those evil gods or foreign gods who avoided the story. If they were dead, it would be fine, so they didn’t have to worry; if they were still alive, they might be cursed by them or suffer backlash, and they wouldn’t be able to eat them by then. Walked away.

After ending his random thoughts, Weilin prepared to meet up with Kyle and discuss it.

Opening his eyes, Verin stood up and looked around, only to see Kleist sitting there motionless.

Arriving next to Verincrest, Verin called out softly, and when there was no response, he pushed his body again.

A few seconds later, Kleist opened his eyes and looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, looking a little confused: "Who are you?"

Hearing this question, Verin was a little confused. Could it be that something happened while he was sleeping, causing Lord Kleist to forget some memories?

"Sir Kleist, I am Verin Akers, do you remember?"

"Who is Kleist?"

"Who is Verin Akers?"

Looking at the look on Crest's face, Weilin could be sure that he was not pretending to be stupid, but really didn't know.

"Do you know the Magic Kingdom of Kawen?"

"What is that place?"

He asked several more questions in succession, including asking the other party's age, and the answers he got were all "I don't know".

Feeling a little powerless, Weilin sat on the ground, looked at the restrictions outside, and said to himself: "Forget it, wait."

He had read in history books that there were mostly two situations in which legendary strongmen lost their memory.

One was that they were stunned by the huge amount of information, and their true spirits were lost, and it would take some time to recover.

The other was that they encountered a mental curse, sealed their true spirits, and cleared the other party's power in their consciousness, so that they naturally had no memories.

Thinking about it carefully, Weilin felt that the second situation was very similar, but he didn't know what level of enemy Crest encountered.

Three days later, Weilin, who was dozing off, heard a sound and woke up instantly. He looked around and saw that Crest was looking at him. The kindness in his eyes showed that he had recovered his memory.

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