Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"And this one..."

Following the merchant, Weilin remained silent and secretly observed these slaves.

"My Lord, I think this one can be bought." Kyle pointed at the young man who exuded a decadent aura and said in a deep voice.

"How much is this?"

Seeing this, the merchant turned his head and looked at it, and was ecstatic: "My Lord, this only needs two thousand... Oh, no, only one thousand gold coins, and you can take it away."

"That's him."

Weilin took out a gold note with a face value of one thousand gold coins and handed it to the merchant.

Looking at the gold note in his hand, the merchant immediately asked the servant to open the iron door.

Two guards stepped forward and helped the thin young man up.

At this moment, Weilin saw the appearance of this young man who exuded a decadent aura all over his body.

He has a decent appearance, but the decadent aura around him adds a melancholy to himself.

Kyle stepped forward and grabbed his wrist and carefully checked his physical condition.

Shrouded by the power of light, the thin young man showed a painful expression on his face, and black smoke came out of his head.

Seeing this, the merchant on the side felt that the gold note in his hand was a little hot.

"Sir, I didn't know he would..."

"Don't worry, buying and selling is free, but I paid the money, and this person is mine, you can't regret it."

"Of course, this is natural."

The merchant felt much more at ease when he saw Weilin's smile. He was afraid that this sir would not be satisfied and not only asked him to pay back the money, but also asked him to make compensation. If that happened, he would lose a lot.

Ten minutes later, Kyle let go of the thin young man's hand, and a feather-shaped pattern appeared on his forehead, and the corruption emanating from his body disappeared.

"Okay."

"Yes."

"Then let's go back first."

Seeing this, the merchant personally sent Weilin and his party to the door, bowed, and sent them off respectfully.

"Master, that sir has gone far away." An old butler reminded in a low voice.

Seeing this, the merchant stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The guard next to that lord has such a scary aura. It's like facing Pastor Talia of the Church of Life. It's really frightening."

"Congratulations, sir, you finally sold that disaster star." The old housekeeper complimented in a low voice.

"Yes!"

Recalling six years ago, I was obsessed with buying a bronze high-level mage for three thousand gold coins in the hope of making a fortune, and fantasized about selling it for six thousand gold coins. I didn't expect to be cheated by that damn bastard. A few days after I bought it, the kid began to emit a corrupt aura. Fortunately, the range of action was only within the prison, otherwise I would have to build a separate secret room to imprison this kid.

In the first few years, he always wanted to sell it, so he lowered the price to one thousand gold coins, but unfortunately he still couldn't sell it.

As for killing it, he was a little reluctant, after all, he bought it with three thousand gold coins, so he just kept it like this.

He even tried to find the rats in the sewers, wanting to sell the boy to the evil wizards, but fear overcame greed and he didn't dare to take action.

If the Church of Life knew that he dared to sell slaves to the evil wizards, his family of 17 would be sent to the execution platform in the central square, and their souls would be purified by the holy light.

...

Back to the hotel, Weilin and Kyle took the young man into the room, and the others waited outside the room.

Kyle asked the young man to lie down on the bed, and then began to use his power to cleanse his body and soul.

Weilin sat aside and took out a bunch of fruits from the inside of the Druid's Book and put them on the table. He tasted and watched to satisfy his curiosity.

The magic energy with a bright breath wrapped the young man, and began to assimilate from soul to body.

The young man exuded a decadent breath. From the initial resistance to lying down, he finally took the initiative to seek mutual fusion with Kyle's magic energy to transform the young man's body and soul.

Things went very smoothly, but Kyle suddenly frowned, took out a bottle of red dragon blood, and poured it on the young man.

"Sizzle, sizzle"

A sharp sound rang out, and powerful energy collided in the air, stirring up violent energy fluctuations.

The power of the red dragon blood, Kyle's magic power, and the aura of decay, these three things competed with each other, compromised with each other, and merged with each other, forming a delicate balance.

The young man as the carrier couldn't help but wail, but Kyle thought it was noisy and directly silenced the other party.

In this way, another half an hour passed, and three bottles of red dragon blood were consumed.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Weilin didn't feel sleepy at all, and wanted to know what the final result would be.

I don't know how long it took, Kyle took back his power, looked at his masterpiece, and was very satisfied.

"How is the situation, is it the same as the situation of Gray and Blue?" Weilin handed over a fresh fruit and asked curiously.

"Master, his situation is different. Gray is the combination of the two powers, and blue is the stimulation of his own blood. As for this kid, the situation is much more complicated, but it is still within my control."

Then, the two chatted intermittently, waiting for the kid to wake up.

Half an hour later, the thin young man slowly got up from the bed, confused about the situation around him, but when he turned around and saw Kyle, his body instinctively forced him to leave the wooden bed and kneel on the ground.

"Master."

The voice was low and the tone was a little vicissitudes.

"Your real name is Caius, code name is Huan, stay with me for the time being." Kyle stared at the other party and said in a deep voice, "His orders are higher than mine, just remember this."

"Yes, Master."

Kyle waved his hand and let Huan go out first.

"You won't do anything to his soul, will you?" After Huan left the room, Weilin asked with some doubts.

Kyle heard this and answered, "That's half right. I didn't do anything to his soul. As for why he recognized me as his master as soon as he woke up, it has something to do with his ability."

"Wait a minute, let me guess. You gave him the code name Huan, so his ability must be related to dreams. Am I right?"

"Yes, my lord. Huan's profession is a variant of the arcane master's specialization in illusion. I call it a dream master. To put it simply, his consciousness can enter other people's dreams, and most of his attack methods act on the soul."

"Yes, it will be of great help in interrogating intelligence in the future, but Huan's current strength is only low-level silver. You, as the master, must step up." Weilin touched his chin and suddenly realized that if Huan was placed on the battlefield, it could play a very big role.

"It's not feasible in a short time. His soul has been riddled with holes under the corrosion of the decaying breath. Although the power I am using now neutralizes this effect, he is not easy to use too strong power within five years, otherwise his soul will be at risk of collapse."

"Okay!"