Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

After a short exchange, the two got down to business.

"Grandfather, the Black Rock Army and the Badak Army have nearly 100,000 people, and they can all be handed over to you, but you can't give me less than a penny." Weilin had a stern face and an unyielding attitude.

Saler rolled up his sleeves, exposing his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Wein, the Principality of Silves is just established, and money is needed everywhere. For Xuemia's sake, can you give less, how about 100 million gold coins."

"Grandfather, don't say for my wife's sake, even for my father's sake, it can't be less." Weilin was determined and stared at his grandfather's eyes.

This old guy is very bad, how can he cut the price in half at the beginning, which makes it difficult for him to bargain.

Watching the grandfather and grandson bargaining, others dared not breathe.

The children of Bufield even retreated several meters, not daring to face their grandfather's momentum.

Salair rubbed his iron fist, his beard flying in anger: "Stinky boy, I am your grandfather."

"Hehehe, of course you are my grandfather. If it were anyone else, I would have to charge 300 million gold coins." Weilin crossed his arms and said neither servilely nor arrogantly.

"Since we can't reach an agreement, how about we have a fight? Whoever wins will retreat."

Weilin's mouth corners slightly curved, and he couldn't wait to say: "Grandfather, this is what you said."

Looking at the look of his grandson-in-law, Salair felt like he was being eaten by the other party.

However, this kid is only 61 years old this year, and it is impossible for a young boy to have such a scheme.

"Bufield."

"Father, please tell me." Bufield stepped forward and saluted, asking respectfully.

"Go clear the Beast Arena."

"Yes, father."

After watching Bufield leave, Salair looked at Weilin and said, "Walk with me."

"Yes."

Weilin nodded, signaled Kyle to move freely, and followed his grandfather out of the palace hall.

After a while, only six young people were left in the palace hall.

The tall and thin young man looked around and whispered, "Sister, that cousin Weilin is really fierce. He dares to talk to Grandpa like this."

Seeing this, the red-haired young man echoed, "Second brother is right. Usually when I talk to Grandpa, I dare not look at him, for fear of being lectured by him."

The woman in red armor had sharp eyes, no longer the weak image before, and said, "If you can become soul knights at a young age, you dare to talk to Grandpa like this."

"Didn't father say that? Since the second uncle beat Grandpa down, Grandpa has never opposed what we said in the founding of the clan in our branch."

"To put it bluntly, with Grandpa's warlike character, he admires whoever can beat him."

The youngest girl sighed and said: "It's all my father's fault. It would be great if he could beat my grandfather down."

"Hehe, little sister, I heard this. Be careful, I'll tell my father."

"Go if you can. I'll get back at you for all the beatings I've received."

Looking at the two bickering, the red-armored woman waved her hand to stop the quarrel and said, "Don't think about these things. Practice hard and improve your own strength."

"The Black Rock Army and the Badak Army will definitely be handed over to us in the end. You should read more military books recently, so that you won't be able to answer a single word when my grandfather tests you, and end up being trained for a week."

Hearing the word "special training", the other five shuddered. They would rather swim three thousand miles in the sea than be trained for a week by their grandfather.

In less than a moment, everyone dispersed and returned to their respective manors or castles, and began to study day and night.

On the garden path, Weilin and Saleel walked side by side.

"Wei Lin! What do you think of my grandchildren?" Saler asked with his hands behind his back, looking at the flowers competing for beauty.

Hearing this question, Wei Lin recalled the strength and mental outlook of his cousins.

The strongest one was a red-armored woman, low-level gold, just lower than Bufield.

The weakest one was a young man in black, mid-level silver.

"Very good, at least in my opinion, it's already very good."

Saler stopped, turned his head to look at Wei Lin, sighed, and said with emotion: "From the perspective of the entire kingdom, they are indeed good, but in my personal opinion, only my granddaughter is qualified, and the others are not qualified, but their talents are like this, and they can't be forced."

"Grandfather, some things can't be forced."

"Compared to training several cousins, I think you should focus more on Uncle Bufield."

"This... well, let's not talk about it for now."

Saler suddenly fell silent and didn't continue the topic.

Seeing this, Wei Lin didn't continue to ask, and there might be something unspeakable.

However, this is after all his grandfather's family affair, so it's better not to get involved, unless he asks for help.

...

Three days later, in the Beast Arena, Weilin and Saler stood on each side.

In the audience stand, except for a few people, there were only the palace guards on duty around.

"Begin."

As Bufield gave the order, Saler rushed towards Weilin with two swords in hand.

Judging from his momentum, he was going to kill right away.

Weilin raised his hand and summoned the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death.

Facing Saler's full-strength attack, the Knight of Life raised his knight's lance and blocked it.

Looking at the two knights who suddenly appeared, Salair's eyes were filled with caution: "It seems that I thought I had overestimated Weilin, but it seems that I still underestimated him."

"Grandfather, keep working hard. If you defeat these two knights, you can fight with me."

After that, Weilin retreated to the edge of the arena, sat on the ground, and watched the battle.

Salaier was full of energy and began to fight with the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death. Various combat skills emerged one after another, but they were all resolved by the two knights.

The sound of weapons colliding with each other echoed around, and at the same time, the minds of more than a thousand people were shocked.

Especially the red-armored woman, she clenched her fists, but when she thought of the gap between her and Weilin, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. Geniuses are different from geniuses.

As time passed, Salair, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had no less than ten thousand battle experiences, was slightly in decline.

Standing on the edge of the arena, looking at the two knights attacking from the left and right, the horror in his eyes was even worse.

At first, he still had a certain advantage, but these two terrifying creatures had a strong learning ability and cooperated with each other tacitly. Later, they directly suppressed him and he had no power to fight back.

"I give up."

After hearing his grandfather's words, Weilin waved his hand to stop the Knight of Life and the Knight of Death.