Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

On the training ground No. 7, Elises and Alicia sat around a campfire.

Next to them was a tablecloth with prepared monster meat, fresh fruits, and wine filled with magic power.

"Mother came to see me again today." Alicia leaned on Ilysses' shoulder and whispered.

Ilysses threw a piece of wood into the bonfire, with a gentle smile on his face, and asked: "What do I want from you?"

"Asking knowingly." Alicia said with a slightly red face and some displeasure.

Seeing this, Elesis reached out and touched Alicia's head, smiled and comforted: "You can't force this matter, let it take its course."

Alicia touched her belly, sighed, and said, "You said it would be great if we got married ten years earlier. Now that our strength has reached this level, it is very difficult to get pregnant."

"Unlike my grandfather and father, I have no idea of ​​abdicating early, so in a short period of time, not having children actually has no impact. You can practice how you usually do, and there is no need to deliberately suppress it."

"The soul level only has a low probability of pregnancy, and it is not sterilization. What are you afraid of?"

Hearing her husband's comfort, Alicia nodded silently.

As the new matron of the Aix family, her most important thing now is to give birth to an heir for Ilysses, and then she has to think about other things.

Hearing the footsteps in the distance, Ilysis pinched Alicia's cheek with her hand and whispered: "Okay, Verin and Shemia are here."

"I see."

Alicia patted her cheek and stood up with her husband.

Weilin stepped forward and gave his eldest brother a hug, then looked at the tablecloth spread on the floor, his eyes lit up, and he said with some surprise: "Brother, you really stole my father's wine collection."

"What do you mean by stealing? Can't I just ask for it from my father?" Ilysis looked at her inconspicuous brother, dumbfounded.

"Forehead--"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Weilin's face, then he recovered and went to sit down by the campfire as if nothing was wrong.

The four of them sat around the campfire, baking food and chatting.

Opening the cork and smelling the wine that my father had collected for many years was an unforgettable experience.

Seeing the intoxicated look on Verin's face, Ilysses used his fighting spirit to control the wooden skewer to pass through the processed monster meat and put it on the bonfire.

Eighteen skewers of barbecued meat are arranged in sequence around the campfire and turned over automatically.

Alicia, who was chatting with Shemia, saw her husband's behavior and used magic to take over.

"Have a good time catching up with Weilin. Just leave these to me."

"Thanks."

"I am your wife, why do you thank me?"

After the heart-to-heart exchange, Ilysses removed her grudge and handed over these matters to Alicia.

"Brother, do you know why Yadink gave up the fight for the position of the Patriarch of the Budbol family." Verin took a sip of wine, turned to look at Ilysis, and asked curiously.

"I don't know about this either. When he came to me, I found out that he gave up his inheritance rights." Ilysses picked up a piece of wood and threw it into the bonfire, and answered.

When Weilin saw this, he had a look of regret on his face and said, "I thought you knew?"

"What do you think of me?" Ilysis looked a little helpless and said, "The Budbol family must have strictly blocked this kind of thing, but I have a little guess."

"What guess?" Weilin asked impatiently.

Ilysis adjusted her sitting position, straightened her legs, stared at the flames of the bonfire, and said, "You should know that Yadink is accompanied by a nature elf."

"Could it be the power of love?" Weilin looked a little suspicious and said uncertainly.

"No." Ilysis rejected it without hesitation, and then continued, "According to my guess, Yadink may have some extra memories in his head."

Weilin gently put down the bottle and asked with some horror: "Really?"

"I told you it was just my guess. As for whether it is true or not, I don't know." Elises looked at her brother helplessly and replied.

As for why there was such a guess, Verin did not ask, and Ilysses did not explain.

On the other side, Alicia and Shemia had a great conversation, each sharing their own stories.

As time goes by, the moon is gradually obscured by clouds.

Alicia looked up, with a flash of fluctuation in her eyes, and raised her hand to cast a spell.

The next moment, a powerful hurricane appeared in the sky, blowing away the clouds and revealing the bright moonlight again, restoring the brightness to the training ground.

At this moment, Weilin was already a little drunk, his body was swaying slightly, and he leaned back, lying on the stone slab without any image.

His eyes were blurry, looking at the starry sky, as if he was remembering something.

Nearing the end of the night, the bonfire party ended. Shemia carefully supported the drunken Verin, said goodbye to Ilysses and Alicia, and walked towards the seventh deputy fort.

Back in the room, Shermia gently placed Weilin on the bed, then leaned over him and gently poked his face with her finger.

Weilin didn't react at all, his breathing was steady and deep.

Shemia stared at Weilin quietly, with a gentle look in her eyes.

She admired it for a while, and then began to take off Weilin's clothes, her movements gentle and meticulous.

After doing all this, Xuemiya stuffed Weilin into the quilt, then took off her clothes and got into the quilt.

…

The next morning, Weilin slowly opened his eyes and felt a little heavy.

"I'm fat again." He muttered softly.

Xuemiya's ears moved slightly, opened his eyes, rode on Weilin, stretched out her hand to pinch his face, frowned slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction: "I told you not to talk nonsense."

Seeing this, Weilin hurriedly begged for mercy.

The two played for a while, quickly put on their clothes, left the room, and prepared to do business.

Under a big tree, Hai Xiden held a wooden sword and did morning exercises.

The movements were smooth, and every swing of the sword was full of firm strength.

Sweat rolled down his forehead like pearls, his eyes were focused and firm, and he was not disturbed by external objects.

Beside him, a young woman held a knight's sword in her hand, without using any fighting spirit, and only relied on the strength of her body to hit the specially made training puppet.

Every ten chops would leave a shallow mark on the training puppet.

This mark only lasts for three seconds before it is repaired by the training puppet.

Behind a tree, Weilin and Xuemiya stood side by side.

Xuemiya turned her head slightly, looked at Weilin, and asked softly: "Which one do you want to test?"

Weilin pointed at Hexiden and said to Xuemiya: "I want to see what his character is like."

Xuemiya looked in the direction of her husband's finger, and then asked: "Are there any requirements?"

"Just play freely." Weilin replied with a smile.

"I know."

Xuemiya nodded, and then began to cast spells with both hands.

Her fingers danced flexibly, and rays of light flowed out of her hands, weaving into a gorgeous illusion.

In an instant, Weilin, Hexiden and his mother were all pulled into the illusion.