Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

July 1, 9739, Glorious Calendar, 6pm.

In the open square of the military camp, Weilin entertained more than a dozen nobles who came here because of his reputation. They were all brought by Russell, the commander of the 134th Legion, and were from the province of Serop.

There were three earls and thirteen viscounts present, with Russell at the head.

After understanding, Weilin basically figured out that most of the territories of these nobles were located in the northwest of Serop Province, bordering the province of Kadero.

The purpose of this group of people visiting him is self-evident, they want to trade with him.

In the past, the province of Kadero was known as the weakest province in the kingdom, and basically had no foreign trade partners.

What kind of unique resources would the province of Kadero, where the highest noble rank is only viscount, have?

But the situation is different now. There is this descendant of the Eagle Earl as the chairman of the noble council of the province of Kadero. He is generous, kind to others, and most importantly, he does not eat alone.

"Lord Weilin, without your generosity, I would not have the opportunity to gain wealth. I express my respect to you again." A middle-aged noble stood up, bowed slightly, raised his wine glass to the level of his head, and expressed his gratitude one by one.

"Earl Boulder, there is no need to do this." Weilin stood up and responded with a smile.

Viscount Moncas and his men were no longer surprised by the outrageous scene of an earl paying respect to a viscount. They all firmly believed that the achievements of the legion commander would never stop here. At this moment, it was just the starting point.

Several nobles from the province of Serop stood up to thank him, and Weilin responded one by one.

"I already know your purpose. I am very happy to promote the trade between the province of Kadlo and the northwest region of the province of Serop."

"The premise of wanting to conduct large-scale trade is to have a road that can withstand trade."

"That's natural."

Russell, who was on an equal footing with Weilin, smiled and agreed with Weilin's proposal.

"I originally planned to build a road in the province of Cardero, together with the nine viscounts' territories, to strengthen the connection and trade between each other. If you are interested, I would like to invite you to join us and build a transportation network in the province of Cardero and the northwest of the province of Serop."

"I, Boulder Chaston, agree with Lord Verin's proposal."

"I, Helena Knox, also agree." The second person to respond was a countess, wearing a red long dress, still charming and beautiful. Sitting next to her was a middle-aged knight, Valerian Knox, who was both the husband of the countess and her guardian knight.

According to the information Verin knew, these two people were able to get together, and they had experienced ups and downs. They were enough to write three books, which would definitely be best-sellers in the kingdom, and those noble ladies would definitely love them.

Everyone present agreed, and Verin was not surprised by this result. After all, no one would have trouble with money.

As for the fact that the road construction would occupy the land of some small nobles, it was not within the scope of everyone's consideration at all.

The little nobles were so happy to be able to participate in this trade that they had no time to resist.

"Everyone, we are able to get together again today. It may be difficult for us to get together again in the future. Let us celebrate this moment." Weilin raised his glass and said to everyone.

The banquet officially began as everyone raised their glasses.

The nobles from the two provinces communicated freely, got to know each other, and laid the foundation for future trade.

On the main seat, Weilin moved to the side and came to Russell's low table.

"Brother Russell, it's not easy to meet each other."

"I'm lucky to meet you this time, Weilin, come to my territory when you have time." Russell invited with a smile.

"It depends on the situation. After the war is over, I may have to go abroad again."

"Are you going to find your wife?" Russell winked and asked in a low voice.

Weilin immediately replied: "How is that possible? Everything is for business."

"Then I wish you success in advance. Don't forget me then."

"Don't worry, brother. I will never forget you no matter who I forget. We are friends, aren't we?"

"Hahaha." Russell replied with a smile, "You are right. We are friends."

The two had a good conversation, but only they knew whether this friend was more interested in benefits or more sincere.

While tasting fine wine, they talked about everything and speculated on the next move of the kingdom.

As night fell, bonfires were lit around. In this atmosphere, many nobles were no longer bound by noble etiquette. They sat down casually, communicated loudly, argued with each other for a certain point of view, and forgot the humble etiquette.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was eight o'clock in the evening.

[Seven days later, the Viscount Deens of the Province of Selop will auction a "discarded" magic crystal in Deens City, which contains the analysis and learning methods of three hundred kinds of elemental spells. Soaking in the water of Mikaelonx can open this magic crystal. 】

When Weilin, who was chatting with Russell, heard the news, he secretly remembered it in his heart, but on the surface he continued to communicate with the other party without showing any strange expression.

The banquet lasted until after nine o'clock.

The nobles who followed Russell went to rest under the guidance of Weilin's guards.

After seeing Russell off, Weilin returned to the tent drunkenly, lay on the bed, and began to rest.

Not long after, the curtain was lifted, and a figure appeared, cleaned Weilin up and washed him, and then turned and left.

The next morning, Verin called Orlando over and told him to go to the Viscount Deens in the province of Serop and buy all the magic crystals he could see at the auction.

As for the Water of Mikaelonx, Verin had never heard of it, and even Kyle didn't know about it. He could only go back and ask Odor to see if the arcanist knew about it.

…

In early August, in the tent.

Verin sat opposite Gref.

"Sir Gref, thank you for your help over the past seven years." Verin picked up the glowing wine and poured a glass for Gref.

Gref moved his mind, and the lower half of the mask disappeared, revealing his mouth and nose. He picked up the glowing wine, raised the glass with Verin, and drank it all.

"All this is my duty. Master Weilin, you don't need to thank me like this."

"Let's put it in a separate way." Weilin took out the farewell gift he had prepared, a small wooden box, and pushed it in front of Gleif. "This is my personal thanks. Thank you for your help during this period."

Gleif could tell from this ordinary wooden box that it contained thirty high-level magic crystals, one hundred gold notes with a face value of one thousand gold coins, thirteen silver dragon scales, and three daggers made of pure mithril, with a total value of about four million gold coins.

This money is definitely a huge fortune for Gleif.

"Thank you, Master Weilin." Gleif sat up and thanked him sincerely.

Weilin smiled and responded, "It's fate that we met. You also work for the Ex family. You are one of us. You don't need to be so polite."

The next morning, Weilin led the nobles and officers of the 135th Legion to see Gleif off at the door of the tent.

...

In mid-September, the 135th Legion set out on the return journey.

After seven years away from home, the closer he got to Cardero Province, the more excited he became.

Riding on the red phosphorus horse, Weilin was also very excited.

Seven years, this was the longest war he had ever experienced.

Unknowingly, he was already 38 years old, almost 39. According to his previous life, he had already entered middle age, but according to this world, his life had just begun.

The maximum lifespan of a gold rank is 300 years, and the normal lifespan is 280 years. Only one seventh of his life has passed, and the future may be several tens of tenths, and there is still this great time.

Outside the capital of Cardero Province, Audrey Silves, the governor of Cardero Province, was quietly waiting for the return of the provincial expeditionary army with officials from the Governor's Office.

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