Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Late at night, after Duke finished handling his affairs, he came to the study door and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in."

Duke pushed the door open, looked at his father's back, lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully: "Father, it's taken care of."

The middle-aged man put down the book in his hand, turned his head, looked at his second son, was silent for a while, and said, "You did a good job in the monster attack in the wasteland."

"Father, this is what I should do." Duke looked calm as he accepted his father's award.

Looking at his second son, who was ordinary in talent but hardworking, the middle-aged man had a complicated expression on his face.

Their family is just a small baron family. Apart from paying taxes to the kingdom and paying fees to the superior nobles, the remaining resources are very limited. It is already very difficult to train heirs. For other family members, they can only be trained on the best. He also Nothing can be done.

"Your talent is mediocre, and I can see your hard work over the years." After a long time, the middle-aged man spoke again, "In the family, you have no future. I want to hear your choice."

Duke lowered his head and said nothing.

The light of the candles swayed in the evening breeze. This change of light and shadow adds an atmosphere of silence to the surrounding environment.

"Father, I follow your arrangements."

After thinking for a long time, Duke decided to follow his father's arrangements.

"Tomorrow, I will introduce you to the pioneer of the Akers family. Whether you can succeed or not depends on you."

"Yes, father."

Duke bowed and then left the room.

Walking in the dark corridor, Duke looked melancholy.

He also learned a lot about the monster attack in the wilderness more than a month ago.

The pioneer from the Akers family established a pioneering territory in less than a year, and while preserving the territory, he showed strong fighting power, which made those jackals retreat and turn around. Attack inland areas.

As for the fighting power of the Jackals, he still had fresh memories of the battle scene more than a month ago. If it weren't for the city wall, the small town's defenders wouldn't be able to stop more than three hundred jackals.

"I hope he'll like me."

He doesn't think he has any shining points. Apart from his hard work, he is useless.

Six hours later, the sun rose.

Weilin got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room.

"Sir, is this what you are wearing?" Raimundo, who was already waiting at the door of the room, looked at Weilin's outfit and asked doubtfully.

Weilin yawned and said, "It's quite troublesome to change clothes, that's all."

After breakfast, Verin took Raimundo and two caravan guards, and the four of them went to the center of the small town to visit the lord here.

After passing through the dirty streets, we came to the relatively clean Castle Square.

A plainly dressed butler saw the arrival of Weilin and others, immediately stepped forward to greet them, and said respectfully, "May I ask if you are Lord Weilin?"

"Well, I am."

The housekeeper looked at the calm young man, not arrogant, and felt relieved.

"My lord, please come with me. The baron has been waiting for a long time."

Afterwards, Weilin followed the butler into the castle, walked through the relatively spacious stone road, and came to a simple hall.

The middle-aged man saw the young man in linen clothes walking in, and immediately stood up to greet him, followed closely by Duke, who was standing behind him.

"Young eagle of the Eccles family, welcome to your arrival. I am the nobleman here, the Baron of Grosvenor, Wesker Grosvenor."

Weilin looked at this friendly middle-aged uncle, put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Excellency, Baron, I'm sorry to bother you, but I hope you don't mind."

"Hahaha, it's my honor for you to come."

The two parties exchanged a few polite words, and Wesker warmly invited Welin to sit down and asked the servants to bring expensive pastries and fine wines.

Raimundo came behind Weilin and stood quietly.

As for the other two caravan guards, they were waiting outside.

Duke, who was standing behind his father, raised his head slightly and looked at the powerful young man behind the young man. He couldn't help but feel a little shocked that he couldn't see the other man's strength.

"Well, Verin, it's okay for me to call you this." Wesker said to Verin with a smile on his face.

"Baron Wesker, you are free to do as you like." Verin said gently, sitting on the exquisite chair.

"This is the upbringing of a great nobleman." Wesker looked at the powerful but humble young man, and recalled the appearance of the nobles from the family whom his grandfather was looking for coming to collect donations, and he couldn't help but shook his head.

Immediately afterwards, the two sides chatted about the situation in the Cardero Province, allowing Weilin, who had stayed in the territory for more than a month, to learn a lot of useful information.

The most important thing is that the kingdom actually has a Silver Knights stationed in the small place of Cardero Province.

According to the kingdom's military system, a Silver Knights order includes three gold knights, 300 silver knights, 3,000 bronze knights and an uncertain number of knight attendants, roughly between 5,000 and 10,000.

"Baron Wesker, one of the reasons for coming here this time is to visit the Grosvenor family, and the other is about business." After going around and around, Verin revealed the purpose of his trip.

Wesker was not surprised when he heard Verin's words. He had expected it.

"I wonder what product it is?"

Although the information had been ascertained, Wesker did not directly tell it before such an occasion, but asked politely.

"Table salt is processed from mineral salt."

Raymondo, who was standing behind Weilin, took two small cloth bags from his waist and placed them on the long wooden table.

Wesker saw the other party making a gesture of invitation, so he stopped pretending, took the two cloth bags, and carefully poured them on the wooden table.

The refined mineral salt looked white and crystal, with uniform particles. Wesker took some salt and rubbed it on his fingertips. It was dry and not damp, delicate and smooth. He put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully. His eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "It's of high quality. I wonder how much you offer?"

"How much do you think it's worth, Baron?"

After hearing this, Wesker did not answer immediately, but looked at another pile of roughly processed salt grains and evaluated them in his mind.

After a while, Wesker pointed to the refined experiment and said, "For this kind of salt, I am willing to offer 25 copper coins per pound."

"As for the other kind, it is a little bitter and the texture is not good, but it is better than the mineral salt on the market. I am willing to offer 10 copper coins per pound to buy it."

After hearing this, Weilin found that the price was not much different from what he had estimated in his mind, and he was about to discuss further, but was interrupted by Wesker's words.

"Wesker, business matters can be discussed later, I have a favor to ask."

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