Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

After returning to the Carida Manor, Weilin felt more relaxed than ever before.

Before the grand event began, he decided to stay in the manor and enjoy this quiet time.

As for Kyle, he didn't know where he went to test his new weapon.

On the green grass, Weilin lazily lay on a wooden lounge chair, basking in the warm sunshine, while casually fiddling with the mysterious Plata Stone in his hand.

"Could it be that this so-called Seven Emotions Stone has become ineffective? Or it can't adapt to the new world, and it's a bit uncomfortable. There has been no movement for several days."

Weilin turned over boredly, staring at the Plata Stone in his palm that he had exchanged for the Crescent Moon Key. After trying it all night last night, the stone was still as silent as a pool of stagnant water. If it wasn't handed to him by Glald, he would have been deceived.

"Come to think of it, when I swallowed the gray crystal, I also didn't have any emotional fluctuations... Could it be that I really have no affinity with this kind of thing?" Weilin stared at the Plata Stone in his palm and muttered in a low voice.

With this thought, he took out another gray crystal from the space ring without hesitation and held it tightly in his right hand.

While swallowing the gray crystal, Weilin stared at the Plata Stone in the palm of his left hand with wide eyes and without blinking.

As time passed, the stone remained gray without any color change.

At this time, in a corner where no one noticed, the Druid's Book was happily enjoying the food. And the useless stone that tried to compete with it for food couldn't even touch a hair.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Weilin finally felt a little discouraged. He turned over and said helplessly: "Oh, forget it, let's take it to Xuemia and Kyle to see who can trigger this Plata Stone. It will belong to them."

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, a tall dragon warrior came in a hurry with big strides, quickly walked to Weilin, bowed and saluted, and then said: "Lord Knight of Favonius, your father sent me to find you, please go to the main hall."

Hearing this, Weilin Plata Stone was put into the space ring, and he sat up straight, looking at the two-meter-tall dragon warrior in front of him, and asked: "What does my father want to see me for?"

"Lord Knight of West Wind, as far as I know, it seems that several humans have come to visit, and one of the old men has a very close relationship with your father. It seems that they are discussing something like war."

The dragon warrior answered truthfully without hiding anything. As a soldier of the Zeferus Legion, he was loyal to Verin, not Angus. He answered whatever his lord wanted to know.

"These bottles of wine belong to you."

After saying that, Verin walked straight to the front hall.

"Thank you for your gift."

A glimmer of excitement flashed in the eyes of the dragon warrior. After giving a standard military salute to the departing lord, he quickly picked up the bottles of precious wine and prepared to go back and share them with his brothers.

However, when he walked to the back of the hall, Verin suddenly stopped and did not immediately enter the front hall. He decided to listen to the content of his father's conversation with the guests in the front hall first.

So, Weilin quietly cast a stealth spell to completely cover up his breath, quietly came to the wall, pricked up his ears, and began to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

"Blaze, after so many years, you are still at the gold level." Angus sighed as he looked at the slightly old face of his former friend.

The white-haired old man sitting opposite Angus heard this and shook his head helplessly, sighing: "It was also a last resort back then. Who could have expected that the Battle of Sand Mountain would be so tragic, with 300,000 elite troops facing a mere 200,000 black orc army, and finally losing miserably! If I hadn't used the combat skill of burning life at that time, I'm afraid I would have died in that war."

Recalling that thrilling past, Blaze's heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

Hearing this, Angus couldn't help but ask: "So many years have passed, and you haven't found a way to repair the foundation?"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said: "How can it be so easy? My life span has been reduced. My family has found a lot of good things for me over the years, but the result is just like that. After all, my situation is too special."

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man raised his head to the side and asked: "Those dragon warriors outside are all your subordinates."

Seeing this, Angus's mouth corners slightly raised, and laughed: "Haha, you guessed wrong, they are all my son's subordinates, and have nothing to do with me, an old man."

Hearing this, a touch of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and then he couldn't help but laugh and joked: "Look at you, how can you look like an old guy? You are clearly still a vigorous young man! You are so embarrassed to call yourself an 'old thing'. If so, then wouldn't I become an old man in his twilight years?"

After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Time has not dimmed the friendship between the two, and they are still the same as they were back then.

Behind the stone wall, Weilin sorted out the whole story from the conversation between the two and some of his father's past.

The white-haired old man should be a good friend of his father who met during the expedition against the Black Asian orcs launched by the Holy Dawn Third Kingdom.

Counting the time in his heart, Weilin no longer hid, sorted out some clothes, and walked towards the front hall.

"Father."

Angus nodded and said, "This is Blaise Sliwai, who has been friends with me for more than 60 years."

"Hello, Uncle Blaise." Weilin saluted politely.

Blaise looked Weilin up and down, and was very surprised. The other party was as strong as him, but much stronger than his children.

"Angus, you are really good at educating children! Look at my two children. They have been carefully taught by me for so long, but they have only reached the silver high-level knight."

The young man and woman standing behind Blaise lowered their heads in shame when they heard their father's words.

Seeing this, Angus shook his head and said, "This is all his own efforts. You should know the tradition of our family. Except for the heir, other descendants must choose their own path when they become adults at the age of 18."

Not long after, Weilin and Blaise's son and daughter were "driven" out.

In the manor, three figures walked side by side, but they were silent to each other, as if there was an invisible barrier between them. Whether this was due to the disparity in strength or the age factor, no one knew.