Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Come for me?" The young man's face was full of doubts. He didn't understand why the other party said that. Could it be that the killer was hired by those people and was going to kill him, but why did he come at this time?

"Your father risked his life to send you to the magic academy, and you want to give up easily."

"Hehehe, what can I do?" the young man said with a mocking face, feeling desperate for this world.

He spent three months thinking about this matter. There was no way out anyway, so why linger on.

After hearing this, Weilin remained silent and threw the dagger in front of the opponent.

The young man picked up the dagger and without any hesitation, pierced his heart with the dagger.

Blood spurted out and soaked the young man's body.

The body fell to the ground, with a smile on the boy's lips, maybe he could still see his father.

"My lord." Kyle entered the room, looked at Verin who was deep in thought, and then at the young man lying on the ground.

"Let him live."

After Verin finished speaking, he left the room.

For a young man with a will to die, perhaps letting him die once in a real sense can slowly change the other person's mentality.

Kyle squatted next to the boy, blocking the boy's will, imprisoning his soul on his body, slowly instilling his own power, and repairing his body.

After pulling out the dagger, there was no secondary bleeding, and the wound on the heart slowly healed under Kyle's healing.

Two hours later, the boy opened his eyes again, looked at the familiar ceiling, and murmured to himself: "Is this the world after death?"

"I don't know the world after death."

The familiar voice was the stranger just now.

The young man turned his head and saw that the young man who broke into his home was sitting on a wooden chair not far away, and there was a young man standing next to him.

"Why do you want to save me?" The boy looked at the ceiling and asked calmly.

After embracing death once, his mentality changed somewhat.

Maybe he shouldn't end his life like this. If his father knew about it, he would definitely be sad.

“If I said this was God’s will, would you believe it?”

"I believe it."

Upon hearing these words, Verin knew that the young man would not seek suicide again.

"I will come back to you in half a month." Weilin stood up, put ten gold coins on the wooden table, and said calmly, "If you are still here, you are mine. If you leave, go Live an ordinary life as if we have never met before.”

After speaking, Verin took Kyle and left the room.

After a long time, the young man got up from the ground, looked at the gold coins on the table, and looked at the blood on the ground. Everything was not a dream, but really happened.

Perhaps as the young man said, God wants him to live, and his father must not want to give up his life.

The next morning, Verin returned to the North City District, taking only Kyle with him to look for Krel.

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At the floating fleet base, Krell wore a white military uniform and patrolled the camp, supervising the training of the personnel of the No. 7 floating magic battleship.

"Lord Krell, there is an adult who wants to see you." A low-level silver warrior came to the area where the No. 7 floating magic battleship was and reported to Krell.

"who?"

"The other party is from the Akers family."

"Isolde."

The young officer who was in a daze suddenly came to his senses when he heard his superior calling his name. He quickly came to Krell and saluted respectfully: "Master Krell, what are your orders?"

"Tell Captain Italia that I want to take half a month's leave."

After Creel finished speaking, he walked straight towards his residence without giving his adjutant time to react, preparing to change his clothes and go see his old friend.

Looking at Krel's back, Isolde had helplessness written all over her face.

Based on the grudges between Master Krell and Captain Italia, everyone in the entire floating fleet knows about it. We have to think of a reasonable reason so that it does not appear that Master Krell skipped work to meet. He is a good friend, and he will not let Captain Italia ask him again and again about the whereabouts of Master Krell.

"Lord Isolde, don't look at me. I'm just a messenger. I have a bad memory recently and have forgotten what happened just now." The low-level silver warrior spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Okay."

Isolde rubbed her swollen head and waved her hand to let the other person leave.

After returning to his residence, Krell took off his military uniform, put on his regular clothes, turned around and left.

Outside the floating fleet base, Verin looked up at the sky and admired the three floating magic battleships cruising, feeling a little envious in his heart.

A floating magic battleship is worth up to three billion gold coins, which is a staggering number.

Gold coins are only the unit of calculation, and transactions between the two parties use high-grade magic crystals as the settlement unit.

To buy a floating magic battleship, even from Verin's treasury, you can only buy up to three.

However, it is not enough to have a floating magic battleship, there must also be enough magicians to operate it.

According to the information Weilin has learned in the past few days, a floating magic battleship requires at least one high-level gold arcanist, twelve gold mages, eighty silver mages, and no less than three hundred bronze mages.

As for other auxiliary personnel, there are no less than a thousand people.

Half an hour later, Krell walked out of the floating fleet base in a swaggering manner.

"Long time no see, Verin."

"Krell, you have lived a good life these years. I heard that you have become the deputy captain." Weilin stepped forward and gave Krell a hug and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, it's nothing. You've become a viscount, much better than me." Claire's vanity was greatly satisfied when he heard Weilin's praise.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a good place."

After that, Claire took Weilin to the direction of the west city.

Seeing this, Kyle followed the two.

Two hours later, the three of them came to a manor called Flower Poetry Manor.

"Ahem, Claire, I have a fiancée, this place..."

"You're talking like who doesn't have a fiancée. I used to go there without blinking an eye."

"What about now?"

"Now, I don't dare to go."

Claire told the truth, leaving Weilin at a loss for words for a moment.

"All those who come here are children of influential families, with certain resources in their hands. You will definitely have to buy an industry in the capital in the future. This time I'll take you to meet some people."

At the entrance of the manor, two low-level silver warriors saw Claire, respectfully opened the door, and let the three people in.

Inside the manor, the decoration is low-key and luxurious. Young people gather in groups of three or four and communicate with each other.

Some young people nod politely when they see Claire.

Out of courtesy, Claire nods back and sometimes says a few polite words.

Passing through the front hall, the three of them come to a side hall.

A noble lady looks at Claire and greets him with a smile.

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