Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

After the two dressed up, they wandered around the business camp.

Compared with more than four months ago, this place has almost become a commercial town, with everything available for food, drink and entertainment.

Half an hour later, Welin and Kyle arrived at the twenty-third stall.

It's called a stall, but it's actually an open-air shop, crowded with people who come to pick up the missing items.

"How do you buy this?" Weilin came to a wooden counter and asked the clerk.

"Sir, this is a blind box launched by my master. You only need six gold coins to choose one to take home." The clerk saw Weilin's dress and immediately introduced it enthusiastically.

"Oh, what kind of treasures are inside, so they are so expensive?" Weilin asked curiously, looking at the carefully packaged wooden box.

When the clerk saw that the other party was interested in buying, he immediately promoted: "Sir, you don't know something. These boxes contain treasures restored from Gray Mango, specialties from the central region, and magic materials from the eastern coastal areas. They are worth the money." , you will never suffer a loss.”

Weilin glanced at Kyle calmly, and he immediately understood and took out thirty gold coins and placed them on the counter.

"Sir, please quote the number you want, and I will take it out for you." The clerk accepted the gold coin and said respectfully.

"The third, seventh, eleventh, fifteenth and twenty-third boxes."

After hearing this, the clerk took out the corresponding boxes one by one and handed them to Kyle.

"Sir, do you want me to open it for you?"

When Weilin heard what the other party said, he immediately declined: "No, I don't like others opening things that belong to me."

"Excuse me, my lord, I have offended you a little."

Seeing the other party apologizing, Weilin said nothing more. Since he had achieved his goal, why would he still stay here?

After wandering around for another two hours, he entered a hotel, took off his disguise, handed five boxes to his subordinates waiting in the next room, and carried them back to his store pretending to be food.

You don't know if the other party will follow you, so the best policy is to be careful.

However, it was obvious that Weilin was overthinking it. After the business records were reported to Shop No. 23, the Harkes nobleman in charge just smiled contemptuously.

"Those bad guys were bought by one person." Thomas Hux hugged a half-elf and asked the store manager.

"Yes, sir, that nobleman picked five new blind boxes at once, three of which are the bad guys you brought back."

"Hahaha, what a fool. I really want to see the other party look so angry."

"Okay, come on down, I'm going to do serious business."

"Yes, sir."

The store manager had the good sense to exit the backyard and ordered the door to be guarded so that Thomas Hux was not disturbed.

On the other side, Weilin bought some interesting things around and put them back in his store.

The surging customers almost filled the front yard, and a large number of nobles waved their golden tickets, hoping to buy the ice blue potion.

Through publicity and the personal testing of many injured nobles, the valuable value of this new potion has been determined.

"grown ups."

When Duke, the business leader here, saw Weilin coming in, he stopped recording work in his hands, put his left hand on his right chest and saluted.

"How's it going?"

"There are many nobles buying. Even if my subordinates add twenty gold coins per bottle, they still can't stop their enthusiasm for buying."

After hearing this, Weilin was a little surprised: "So crazy."

"Sir, there are potions that can relieve pain and heal wounds at the same time. There are magic potions that can achieve this effect. In addition, these little nobles have no channels to buy them, so they basically take this opportunity to stock up."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Duke has done a good job, so there is no need for him to intervene. He can just let the other party handle it with confidence and boldness.

Back in the backyard, Verin couldn't wait to take out the five beautifully wrapped boxes.

He placed the three mutated griffin eggs on the table alone, pointed at the other two boxes and said to Kyle: "These two are given to you. What you get out of them depends on your luck."

"Really, Lord." Kyle asked with some uncertainty.

"Then there is still a holiday?"

Weilin, who knew the rules well, nodded indifferently.

Then, Kyle couldn't wait to open the box on the spot.

The first wooden box was opened, and an ordinary pearl appeared in front of the two people.

Kyle picked it up and looked at it carefully and found that the pearl was an ordinary coastal product and had nothing else.

Then, unwilling to give up, he opened the second wooden box, which contained a book.

When I opened it, I found that it was not the extraordinary knowledge I imagined, but just an ordinary book of poetry, worthless at all.

"Aren't you disappointed?"

Hearing his master's words, Kyle said angrily: "These thieves only have six gold coins in a box and these things are in it. It's a shame these people can think of it."

"Don't mention it. People in the Harkes family are still so short-sighted. Other families really can't do this kind of thing. It wouldn't be surprising to them." Weilin said unceremoniously.

"Then you still want to buy it, my lord?" Kyle was a little confused after hearing this.

Weilin smiled mysteriously, pointed to the three wooden boxes on the table and said, "Of course there are treasures in them, otherwise you would think that I would buy such things. I am not stupid."

"You will have someone take out the contents later and keep them well until we return to the territory."

"yes."

That afternoon, Verin returned to the Brazilian A camp with three mutated gryphon eggs.

Two days later, the third transport mission arrived as scheduled.

The 13th Transport Battalion once again set out to transport supplies to the Sixth Legion.

Half a month later, they arrived at the Sixth Legion's base again. Compared with the previous serious atmosphere, Weilin obviously felt that the Sixth Legion was a little relaxed.

Weilin had just come out of the Sixth Legion's logistics director and ran into Krell.

"Welin, I'm here." Krell raised the wine and packed food in his hand and smiled at Weilin.

"Kyle, these are for you first."

Weilin handed the documents in his hand to Kyle, and led Krell to his resting tent.

As soon as the two sat down, Krell opened the package and put the marinated beef on a plate. Weilin opened the bottle and began to pour wine.

"Is the first phase of the war about to end?"

"Almost. In early July, the front-line troops will begin to withdraw, and in mid-July, the second-line troops will begin to withdraw." Krell picked up a piece of beef with his hand and put it in his mouth to chew.

"What are your plans next." Weilin took a sip of wine and asked.

"According to my father's arrangement, I will most likely continue to stay on and be responsible for the exchange students of the Ashe Magic Kingdom."

"What a good job!"

"It's good, but there will be no leisure time in the next three years." Claire smiled bitterly.

"By the way, what about you? What are your plans?"