Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

On the edge of the sea cliff, Weilin and Kyle sat opposite each other, drinking and playing chess in the moonlight.

Beside the two, the generals of the 15th Army sat on the ground, sometimes singing and sometimes drinking.

"My lord, Lord Lavia is back."

Weilin looked at the chess game that was about to enter a dead end, threw the chess piece in his hand into Hebrew's arms, and said, "Help me, I'm leaving first."

Hearing the order from his master, Hebrew put down the bottle of wine, came to the left side of the chess game, looked at the chess pieces on the chessboard, looked a little embarrassed, looked up and said to Kyle, "Can we start over?"

"Obviously not." Kyle refused without thinking.

"I admit defeat."

Looking at Hebrew, who was so single, Kyle smiled and waved his hand to rearrange the chess game.

On the other side, Weilin escaped the game that was bound to lose, and was in a particularly good mood, and walked quickly forward.

Ten minutes later, Weilin came to a logistics camp.

"Lord, in this battle, we wiped out more than 2,000 pagan troops, and we suffered no casualties." Lavia came to Weilin and reported impatiently.

"Pastor Lavia, thank you for your hard work."

"It's my job." Lavia waved her hands again and again, and said very modestly, "Lord, I hope that next time there is such a mission, you can consider our logistics troops."

"I will try my best."

The priest is the anchor of the army, and Weilin can't bear to see his priests get hurt.

"I heard that you captured a pagan general?"

Hearing this, Lavia waved his hand to signal the soldiers to bring Carlisle up.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with a depressed expression, Weilin cast [Language Proficiency] on himself and asked, "Tell me, why did you land here."

Seeing this, Carlisle did not hide anything and told everything he knew.

"Sir, half a month ago, I received an order from Lady Ella, the sister of Bishop Waters of the Naxes District of the Church of the God of Beasts, asking me to lead two-thirds of the army of Black Rock Island to land near the East Ningsko Beach and meet with her beast masters. I don't know what to do specifically."

"Is the Black Rock Island you are talking about the island two hundred kilometers away?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you know what that Ella looks like?"

Carlisle said respectfully: "Sir, the portrait of Lady Ella should be in your treasure. If necessary, I can find it for you."

"You are well-spoken, go ahead."

After receiving Weilin's order, two guards took Carlisle to the storage area for supplies.

Carlisle didn't know how powerful the black-haired young man was, but the strength of the two guards behind him was stronger than himself, which made him extinguish the faint fire of resistance in his heart.

For the family on Black Rock Island and for the captured subordinates, a bold idea suddenly arose in his heart.

"Perhaps converting to the goddess of life is also a good choice."

Coming to the supply side, Carlisle, under the supervision of two silver intermediate knights, began to look for the portrait of Ella.

Ten minutes later, Miller looked at the pagan general holding the portrait in his hand and looking at the other party's clumsy murals, and took him back to the prisoner camp with his companions.

Standing in front of Weilin, Carlisle slowly opened the scroll and said respectfully: "Sir, this is the portrait of Lord Ella."

"It seems that there is no need to look for this person."

Carlisle was confused. He raised his head with doubts in his eyes, but as a prisoner, he did not dare to speak without authorization, for fear of angering the other party.

Looking at the pagan general who was hesitant to speak, Weilin explained: "The Ella you are talking about is already a proof of my cousin's military exploits."

"Sir, I don't know what you mean by military exploits?" Carlisle's voice was filled with fear and confusion.

Weilin smiled and answered calmly: "The head of a gold professional is equal to three military exploits. According to your world, a seven-seal professional to a nine-seal professional is equivalent to three military exploits."

Carlisle's face turned pale, his body trembled involuntarily, and his eyes were full of fear.

Seeing Carlisle's appearance, Weilin smiled and comforted him: "Your strength is of no value to us, and I am not a bloodthirsty person, so you don't have to worry about your safety."

Carlisle was slightly relieved after hearing Weilin's words, and hurriedly bowed his head and said: "My lord, thank you for your doubts."

Weilin waved his hand, and the guards took Carlisle away.

"Pastor Lavia, how about we talk."

Hearing Weilin's words, Lavia was a little confused, but still nodded.

Weilin waved his hand to let the guards retreat, and he and Lavia came to the bottom of the cliff.

"What do you think of the pagan general just now?" Weilin sat on a reef and asked.

Upon hearing this, Lavia answered, "He is a man who can judge the situation. Before I boarded the ship, he made a judgment based on the current situation and decisively ordered surrender."

"What do you think about training that pagan general to be one of ours?"

"Ours?"

Lavia looked puzzled. He didn't quite understand what Weilin said.

"Sit down, let's talk slowly."

Seeing Lavia sit down, Weilin explained, "Now is the early stage of the expedition, and the main force is the army of the Kingdom of Ilia, but in the later stage of the expedition, the main force of the war will be these indigenous troops."

"Don't be afraid of you laughing at me. I want to use this expedition to get enough military merits to be promoted to earl."

"But I don't have enough troops."

Seeing this, Lavia understood what was going on. He stood up, touched his bald head, and then said with a smile: "Lord, what do you need me to do?"

"It turns out that your missionary method in the underground world is very effective. I want you to try the effect with these captives first."

"Leave it to me, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Pastor Lavia, thank you for your hard work."

"If you hadn't accepted me, I'm afraid I would still be wandering somewhere in the kingdom, and I wouldn't have so many lovely disciples. In any case, I am very grateful to Lord Qixing for taking me in."

Looking at the kind bald head in front of him, Weilin smiled, patted Lavia on the shoulder, and promised: "After the matter is done, I will give you a brand new priest's staff."

"No, no, I..."

"Don't force me to beg you."

Looking at the lord's serious look, Lavia touched his bald head and showed a helpless look: "Okay, Lord."

At this moment, the sky gradually brightened.

Weilin and Lavia stood on the reef, quietly watching the sun rising in the sky.

The rising sun cast its warm light on them and illuminated their faces.