Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"How about you, do you want to be my apprentice? If you agree, you will be my grandson's elder in the future. Although this kid doesn't respect me very much and wants to beat him... Forget it, what do you think? "The Duke of Moravia heard the footsteps, stopped nagging, and asked again.

The black-haired boy didn't hesitate at all. He bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head on the ground: "Teacher, please accept Fast's bow."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The Duke of Moravia said hello three times and helped Fast up.

The two sat at the railing and began to communicate for the first time.

For the disciple in front of him, he still needs to inspect it for three years. If his character is not good, he will be treated as a waste. If all aspects reach above the average level, he does not mind allocating resources to him and treating him as his third Cultivate core disciples.

Outside the small courtyard, Weilin looked at an old man and a young man, but did not get close to them and left quietly.

At night, in the small courtyard where the Duke of Moravia rested.

"Coming."

Hearing his grandfather's voice, Weilin nodded and sat down on the stone bench.

"Grandpa, good evening!"

"Tell me what your conditions are." The Duke of Moravia took out two cups, first poured himself a cup, and then poured half a cup for Verin.

Smelling the aroma of the wine in the glass, Weilin subconsciously licked his lips, looked up at the smile on his grandfather's face, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I have found a son of time and space for you, you have to promise me no matter what. conditions.”

"Three conditions are a bit much."

The Duke of Moravia picked up the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and said in a calm tone.

"Grandpa, now I am the one who makes the conditions, and you are the one who passively accepts. I didn't say you have to agree to my ten or eight conditions. It's all because you are my relative."

Looking at Weilin's expression, the Duke of Moravia felt familiar.

Tasting the wine in the cup, he recalled that there seemed to be such a scene after the demon was eliminated. Now that the roles were reversed, it was a bit interesting.

"It seems your father beats you less."

"He won't have a chance in the future."

After finishing speaking, Weilin showed a proud expression on his face, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip. A pure power rushed straight to the Tianling Cap, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Looking at the drunken Verin, the Duke of Moravia couldn't help laughing.

Weilin ignored his grandfather's ridicule for the time being, mobilizing all the organs in his body to absorb the energy contained in the drink.

Half an hour later, Weilin regained consciousness and felt that his fighting spirit had expanded a bit more, and he was one step closer to imprinting the third combat skill.

"How does it feel?"

Verin rolled his eyes, snatched the blue wine bottle in front of the Duke of Moravia with one hand, and quickly put it into the space equipment, not giving his grandfather a chance to return.

Regarding his grandson's behavior, the Duke of Moravia just smiled and shook his head, and then reminded: "I brewed this wine with the blood of a legendary low-level star beast. Don't drink it frequently, be careful with your head." Grow horns."

"Grandpa, you also know that our Qingxing Leader has only existed for less than forty years. None of my loyal subordinates have seen any good things. I just plan to bring them back to give them a taste." Weilin heard this, He just opened his eyes and told lies, pretending to be lonely.

The Duke of Moravia's mouth twitched a little, and this boy actually came to him to complain.

"By the way, since my mother married my father, in my impression, there has been no..."

"Okay, okay, what are your three conditions?"

If he continued to listen, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist beating this boy.

Seeing this, the lonely look on Weilin's face immediately disappeared without a trace, replaced by a kind smile: "Thank you, grandpa. If you feel angry, you can take it out on my father. I have no objection at all."

"Your father is truly blessed to have you as his heir." The Duke of Moravia had a strange look in his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

"Haha, I think so too."

Weilin pretended to be innocent and told lies, completely ignoring the underlying meaning of his grandfather's words.

The Duke of Moravia took a sip of wine to calm down his shock. After putting down the glass, he calmed down his emotions and asked, "Tell me, those three conditions."

Verin raised a finger and said with a smile: "First, I am going to send three hundred mages to the Dukedom of Moravia. I hope that you, grandpa, can train them into outstanding mages. It is best that all of them are silver." "Mage."

"Okay." The Duke of Moravia nodded, and then said, "But I have agreed in advance that the training plan is related to talent. If some mages fail to break through the silver mage until their death, you can't come to me."

"Then take sixty years as a period. If after this period, there are still mages who have not broken through the Silver Mage, I will call them back to the Praying Star Territory."

"Can."

Later, Weilin went on to put forward a second condition.

"Second, I would like to borrow three soul-level arcane masters from you. They must accept my deployment before the end of the expedition. Of course, I will not let them carry out life-threatening tasks."

"What are you going to do, kid?"

He is very aware of the characteristics of his grandson. There will always be some strange things and people around him. Not to mention far away, in the past few years, he has encountered demonic natural disasters and ancient ruins, met people who have returned through time, and searched for the Son of Time and Space. The rare existence of dream spirit.

Inevitability is accompanied by chance, and chance is accompanied by miracles. It is really difficult to figure out.

"Nothing, I just want to make a lot of money in the following wars, accumulate military exploits, and strive to become the first earl of Cardero Province after the expedition."

The Duke of Moravia asked suspiciously: "Really?"

"Really." Weilin replied with great sincerity.

"I don't believe it."

"Forehead!"

Hearing this, Weilin's expression froze and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Hahaha, just kidding, it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you don't cause a big mess."

"Grandpa, then you agree."

"kindness."

"Thank you, grandpa."

"Okay, what's your third condition?"

"I haven't thought about the third one yet. I'll tell you when I do."

"Yes, but it only lasts for three years, and we won't wait until it expires."

"I see."

The two talked for a while longer. Weilin looked at the wine in the glass, picked up the glass, said goodbye to his grandfather, and turned to leave.

When he reached the gate, Weilin looked up at the moon in the sky, touched the back of his head, and said to himself: "Did I forget something important?"

After thinking for a moment, I saw that I had no clue, so I simply stopped thinking about it. After some time, I would naturally think of it.

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