Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Welin followed the crowd and applauded.

Then, a musical note fell in front of a thin-faced man on the second floor, which attracted the envy of the audience.

"Let's go."

Welin patted Kyle on the shoulder.

Hearing this, Kyle stood up and went to the counter, paid the money, followed Weilin and left.

"My Lord, there is a big problem here."

"It seems that these Xiya people are trying to find out some news." Weilin shook his head to keep his mind clear, and whispered, "The singing has the effect of confusing the mind. Except for the two of us, others have more or less let down their guard."

"The priest of the God of Music should have come here for some purpose. I don't know what news he wants to find out." Kyle nodded and answered.

"Go back and report it. Naturally, there will be special people to deal with it. We don't have to worry about it, so as not to be involved in a conspiracy."

"My Lord is right."

These six months belong to them. They can't waste it on such inexplicable things. Special things should be handed over to special people.

In the commercial camp, there were people selling female slaves, armor, weapons, potions, and even their own.

An alley was surrounded by a large crowd of people watching the excitement.

The four followers, with their strong bodies and low-level silver strength, cleared a way for Weilin and Kyle.

The people watching the excitement around them found out the strength of the other party, but they dared not say anything. They kept their tails between their legs and gave way obediently.

Weilin approached and saw a swordsman in cloth sitting cross-legged on the ground. There was a wooden board next to him, which read: Sell your life for 10,000 gold coins.

"Boy, you are just a low-level silver warrior. Why do you think your life is worth 10,000 gold coins?" An adventurer asked. The scar from his right eye to his neck was hideous and terrifying, which was daunting.

The cloth swordsman slowly opened his eyes and looked at the adventurer expressionlessly.

In an instant, the adventurer, who was also a low-level silver, felt like he was falling into an ice cave. His face changed drastically. He even left the place with his team members without caring about his face.

Weilin looked at this scene with some curiosity, and secretly wondered in his heart: What did the adventurer see in the eyes of the commoner swordsman that made him look so terrified.

"My lord, this commoner swordsman exudes a demonic aura." A voice sounded from Weilin's heart. It turned out that Kyle was communicating with him using an auxiliary combat skill similar to "heart voice".

Weilin was very surprised. He didn't expect Kyle to learn this auxiliary combat skill without his knowledge. It was really surprising.

"If possible, I hope you can buy him. I have an idea." Kyle continued.

Hearing this, Weilin put his hand in his pocket without asking the reason, and took out ten gold notes with a face value of one thousand gold coins from the space ring. He came to the commoner swordsman, squatted down, and put the money in front of him.

"I'll buy your life."

The spectators around were all shocked and talked about it.

Hearing the bad gossip, the four low-level silver knights drew their swords, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, not daring to talk any more.

The commoner swordsman opened his eyes, looked at the gold bill in front of him, and then looked at the young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself. He reached out and picked up the gold bill on the ground, making a hoarse sound.

"Before becoming your slave, please let me do one thing first."

"Okay."

After receiving Weilin's promise, the commoner swordsman stood up and walked west.

Weilin was a little interested and followed him.

When the people around saw the real owner leave, they began to discuss. Some said that the other party was a fool, and some regretted the 10,000 gold coins.

Following the other party, they walked twelve kilometers and came to a remote military camp.

"Which unit is stationed here?"

"It should be... Let me find it."

Kyle was also a little confused. He took out the regional defense map given to them by the Corps Headquarters. It roughly recorded the garrison map of the surrounding troops, but it was not too detailed.

"My Lord, this is a garrison unit, numbered as the Third Garrison Unit of the 27th Corps, with about 4,000 people, commanded by Viscount Acate of the Serop Province and the Logistics Department of the 27th Corps Headquarters."

"Why would a viscount serve as the commander of the garrison here?" Weilin asked with his hands folded across his chest, somewhat puzzled.

Kyle put away the map and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know either.

A few minutes later, a patrol unit surrounded them, led by a middle-aged man with weak steps, a look of kidney deficiency, and a somewhat unfriendly look.

Seeing this, the four followers stood in front of Weilin and made the gesture of drawing their swords.

"Who are you?"

The other party's tone was very arrogant, and his condescending attitude made Weilin a little unhappy.

Kyle didn't waste any words, took out an identity token and threw it over.

The middle-aged noble reached out to take the token, but was directly knocked away by a slight force, flying into the patrol team, knocking down more than ten soldiers.

The remaining thirty-odd soldiers saw this, looked horrified, and retreated one after another.

"Ahem."

The middle-aged noble got up from the ground, looked at the token in his hand, his face changed drastically, and he endured the pain, came to Weilin, and said respectfully: "My lord, please forgive me."

"Yes."

Weilin nodded without saying a word.

An attendant stepped forward, took the token, returned it to Kyle, and then stepped aside.

The middle-aged noble bent over, sweat on his forehead, and pulled a soldier over to invite his cousin to the tent. He had offended a big shot, and if he didn't solve it now, he might have a lot to worry about later.

...

In the tent, a middle-aged man played with the jade in his hand, staring at the commoner swordsman in front of him, his face gloomy.

"Britt, do you want to betray the Anlit family?"

"My Lord Viscount, I am just your illegitimate son, an insignificant consumable, and my lowly origin does not make me a member of the Anlit family." The commoner swordsman looked directly into his father's eyes, facing Viscount Acate, who was two levels higher than him, without any fear.

"Britt, who gave you the power to talk to your father like this." A pale-faced noble shouted loudly, with a very arrogant tone, looking at the heir born by the maid as if he were a pig or a dog.

"My Lord Viscount, the money is here."

The commoner swordsman did not reply, staring at Viscount Acate and repeating this sentence.

Akate looked at the money in front of him, his face darkened terribly.

Anyone who could take out 10,000 gold coins at once must be no small figure.

These gold notes were all serial numbers, which further indicated that the other party's identity was extraordinary. If he detained them and didn't release them, it might bring disaster.

Just as Akate was hesitating, a soldier rushed in in a hurry.

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