Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Weilin looked at Mueller's expression and asked with a smile: "Do you know this thing?"

Mueller heard the words and nodded in response: "Lord Weilin, this flower is called the Cocoralai flower in our hometown. It is a magic potion that can enhance the resistance of the soul of professionals to illusions. The growth conditions are extremely harsh. I I also saw it in an ancient book in the church library.”

After listening to Mueller's story, Verin was a little surprised and said, "I really didn't expect that the Symphony Flower also exists in your world. Or is it that this magical plant originated in your world and was finally raped by a certain legend?" brought to the world of Ilerelia."

"Maybe." Mueller was a little unsure. After all, this plant might have been brought to the world of Valkam from Ilerilia by a legendary strongman.

"Okay, let's not worry about this anymore." Weilin looked at Mueller who was immersed in deep thought, interrupted his thoughts, and said, "I thought about it for a long time, and finally chose to give you this thousand-year-old phantom flower as a gift. It’s a parting gift, I hope you won’t dislike it.”

"Lord Weilin, seeing this precious potion plant..."

Looking at Mueller with an excited face, Verin interrupted him and said, "Okay, okay, as long as you accept it, I feel relieved."

"This farewell may be an eternal farewell, maybe we will meet again in the future."

"Mueller, work hard."

Verin opened his arms and stepped forward to hug Mueller.

When Mueller saw this, he looked very excited. He didn't understand why the other party treated him like this. He was obviously just an ordinary person.

"It's late at night. You can stay at the manor today and return to the military camp tomorrow." Letting go of Mueller, Verin patted him on the shoulder and said to him.

Mueller held the two books and the wooden box in his arms, stared up at Weilin, and mustered up the courage to ask: "Lord Weilin, I really want to know why you are so special to me."

"The reason is simple, just out of interest."

"I do things very casually, just think that I want to play an important role in your story."

"Thousands of years later, I hope you won't forget me."

After hearing this, Mueller bowed deeply and said from the bottom of his heart: "Lord Verin, I am lucky to meet you. I hope we can meet again in the future."

After watching Mueller leave, Verin looked at Kyle who was sitting leisurely drinking tea and asked curiously: "What were you talking about with Mueller just now?"

Kyle blew the tea and said calmly: "I didn't say anything, I just listened to Mueller telling some funny stories about their world."

"That's it!"

Regarding his master's suspicious look, Kyle simply pretended not to see it.

"After the Crusaders leave, you accompany me to the northwest area of ​​Tila Forest. This trip may take several months. Remember to arrange the affairs in your hands."

Kyle took a slow sip of tea and replied, "I understand, Lord."

Three days later, at the port of Denacmo in the Wachlan region of the Grand Duchy of Merezakli, Verin and the important generals of the 15th Army gathered here to bid farewell to more than 10,000 Crusaders soldiers.

After ten years of fighting, there were originally 15,000 Crusaders, but now there are only 10,000 left, with nearly one-third killed.

Looking at the military flag fluttering in the wind, Weilin looked at the ships gradually moving away, looking a little lonely.

After all, he has been with the army for ten years, and he has some feelings for him.

It wasn't until more than a thousand warships appeared on the sea level that Weilin turned around, looked at the serious-faced people, and said, "Let's all disperse. Those who have something to do, go to work, and those who have nothing to do, go to practice hard."

"Yes, Lord (Lord)."

After waiting for everyone to disperse, Verin and Kyle left Denakmo Port and flew eastward.

Since the guidance of fate only gave a rough area, the ruins of the magic puppet army that buries the ancient magic civilization of the Metagoa plane still need to be found by oneself.

The northwest region, judging from the map alone, is half the size of the Teton Kingdom. I don't know if it will be found in a few months.

It doesn't matter if you don't find it, just treat yourself as a long vacation.

After ten years of fighting, it’s time to relax.

In the next few months, Weilin and Kyle traveled around and enjoyed the cultural scenery along the way.

…

In early May of the glorious calendar year 9763, a mountain eagle dragged two humans wandering deep in the dense forest.

Looking at the monsters escaping along the way, the eagle drooled from the corner of its beak, but when it thought of these two terrifying humans, it shivered in fear and continued flying at low altitude.

Two deck chairs were placed on the back of the moving mountain eagle. The two of them lay leisurely on them, soaking up the sun, enjoying the fruits, and chatting.

"What shall we eat tonight?" Weilin grabbed a sweet fruit and took a bite. Instantly, he felt that his understanding of nature had improved a lot.

Kyle took off the book on his face and said in a lazy tone: "At sunset, I randomly selected a lucky monster to try the new dish I conceived."

"New dish?" Weilin was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He recalled the dish half a month ago. It looked as ugly as it looked, but the taste was unexpectedly good.

For a moment, Verin felt that even a demon's soul could be cooked into a delicious dish as long as Kyle studied it for a while.

Of course, he had no interest in that kind of thing at all.

"If it's like last time, I won't eat it."

"Yeah?"

Kyle looked at Weilin with a smile, and said, "Why do I remember you said this?"

"Did you?" Weilin said calmly, without any embarrassment, "I'm sure I didn't say this. If I deceived you, let me play for a few more months."

"It seems that you didn't say it." Kyle looked helpless, but he didn't care too much.

"Cry——"

The mountain-moving eagle roared, attracting the attention of the two.

Looking down, I saw a large group of adventurers gathering around a lost underground city.

Looking at the cracks around, it should be that the rocks above collapsed, revealing this place.

At this moment, thousands of adventurers looked up at the sky in unison, and the 15-meter-long mountain-moving eagle made people sweat.

With the advantage of numbers, they will definitely kill this monster, but who is willing to be cannon fodder for others.

"My lord, it won't be here." Kyle looked around and spread his thoughts, but when he touched the underground city, he was bounced back.

On the other side, Weilin encountered the same situation, and his thoughts were blocked outside the underground city.

"Go down and take a look. If it is, then clear the place. If not, then look for another two months and then go to Nax City."

As soon as the voice fell, the moving eagle flew downwards under Kyle's instructions.

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