Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Please take a seat."

Wei Lin waved his hand with a smile on his face, signaling everyone to take a seat.

Everyone bowed and saluted, then sat down neatly, straightened their backs, looked respectful, and waited for instructions.

Before coming to this manor to attend the banquet, they heard the news that Lord Wei Lin was about to leave the Nangeshia continent.

This gathering is likely to be the last time they see the leader who gave them new life.

"Don't be so serious, everyone chat casually and get to know each other."

Looking at the serious atmosphere, Wei Lin waved his hand, signaling everyone not to be so restrained.

Due to the shortage of maids, whether it is pouring wine or replenishing meals, they can only do it themselves, but this is also in line with the wishes of these young warriors.

Those who can be selected for the Halo Plan are above the qualified line in terms of moral concepts and cultivation talents.

After all, selling "genius" and selling "mediocrity" are not the same price.

For these more than 1,500 young warriors, even if they know the other party's plan, they are willing to be sold.

Having served him for many years, they had already had a deep understanding of this unreliable leader.

Seeing that everyone was unmoved, Weilin raised his glass and started to chat: "After drinking this glass of wine, the atmosphere can no longer be so serious. If you want to eat something, go to the kitchen and get it yourself. Don't worry about tiring the chef."

Everyone raised their glasses after hearing this. When they heard the words of their commander, their serious expressions suddenly broke. Some people even covered their mouths and laughed.

"Drink this glass, don't leave a drop."

After saying this, Weilin took the lead and drank it all in one gulp, then turned the glass upside down.

Seeing this, everyone said in unison: "Cheers, sir!"

After drinking the wine, everyone turned the glass upside down to show that they strictly followed the order.

"Okay, everyone chat about their own things. I still say that if you want to eat something, go to the kitchen and get it yourself. Don't worry about tiring the chef." Weilin stood up and said to everyone, then came to the lower seat, sat next to Kyle, handed the glass over, and signaled the other party to pour wine for him.

Seeing this, Kyle smiled helplessly, took the bottle, and poured a glass for his master.

Looking at the color of the wine in the glass, Weilin took a sip and said, "I said why I felt that my wine was not right, I didn't expect you to be the one who was interfering."

"Master, with your alcohol tolerance, three times will make you dizzy, ten times will make you pass out." Kyle said bluntly.

The old people in Qixing Territory all knew about Weilin's alcohol tolerance.

Even if you grow to a low-level knight of soul, if you don't use fighting spirit to dissolve the alcohol, your alcohol tolerance is extremely poor.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you."

Taking the bottle of wine on Kyle's table, Weilin slowly walked down.

You have to drink the wine, and you have to meet some people.

However, you have to cheat when drinking today, otherwise you will get drunk before you can meet all the people.

"Kyle, give it to me."

Hebrew looked at the empty table on Kyle's desk, picked up a bottle of wine from the right hand side, and threw it over.

Looking at the glowing wine thrown at him, Kyle reached out to take it and said, "Thank you, Master Hebrew."

"What are you thanking me for? And, I've already said, just call me by my name, no need to call me by any honorific title." Hebrew raised his glass, looked unhappy, and said.

Seeing this, Kyle just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, Hebrew felt a little powerless for the first time, but there was nothing he could do. After all, even his elder brother couldn't beat Kyle now, let alone himself.

"Brother Devonshire, come, I'll toast you a glass." Hebrew shook his head, turned to look at his future father-in-law, raised his glass, and said with a smile.

"Yeah."

Devonshire picked up the glass, clinked it with his glasses, and then drank it in one gulp, his face did not change at all.

On the other side, Weilin was carrying a bottle of wine, wandering around, occasionally holding a glass with many young warriors, listening to their stories, and found it very interesting.

Most of them he didn't know, but he could feel their respect for him.

Coming to a young man who was drinking alone, Weilin sat down opposite him and asked with a smile: "Why, don't you have any friends to talk to?"

The young man hesitated for a while, and finally nodded, which was considered as a tacit agreement.

"Come on, pour me some wine."

Weilin handed over the empty wine glass without hesitation, waiting for the other party to pour him a glass.

Seeing this, the young man picked up the fruit wine, sat up straight, and filled a glass for Weilin.

Weilin picked up the wine glass, took the initiative to clink glasses with the other party, and then took a sip, and asked with a smile: "Why, do you miss home?"

"A little."

The young man did not hide anything and told the truth.

"Where are you from?"

"From the western border of the former German Kingdom, now from the Northern Xihai District of the Principality of Barsalom."

"How many people are there in your family?"

"Two, my two sisters."

"Are they all married?"

"They are all married." The young man said slowly, "Thanks to you, I got 1,500 acres of land with my military exploits. Now my two sisters and their husbands are managing it. I have found a wife for them. After returning this time, I will prepare to get married."

At this point, the young man's face showed a smile from the heart.

"It seems that you are homesick." Weilin patted the other person's shoulder and said with emotion, "Hehe, in fact, I am the same. I have been away from home for almost ten years, and my wife and I have been separated for almost ten years."

"In the past ten years, I wonder what my chief steward has done with my territory."

As they chatted, the young man opened the topic and chatted with Weilin.

Others looked over here, some were envious, some were jealous, but more people were kind, paying attention for a moment, and then continued their chat.

During the banquet, Weilin felt very good.

He heard their stories from different young professionals, and felt very good.

As night fell, Weilin came to Kyle with an empty bottle of wine, sat down, and said with emotion: "To be honest, I really want to bring all these talents to Qixing Territory, but it's a pity that the world is different. They can only write their own stories here. If they go to Qixing Territory, they can only stay in the half plane and cannot walk freely in the Sinops subcontinent."

Kyle heard this and slowly said: "My Lord, as you said before, everyone has their own story, and we are just passers-by in their lives."

Weilin put his hand on Kyle's shoulder and laughed: "Hahaha, you are right, I think too much."

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the banquet ended and everyone dispersed.

Today, Weilin just wanted to hold a banquet for them to get together. As for the final destination of those selected for the Halo Project, it still needed careful consideration.