Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Arriving at the manor where the Duke of Moravia stayed at his grandfather's place, Weilin and Xuemiya, led by the butler, came to the outside of the hall.

"Master Weilin, the Duke is punishing Master Lowell, please be careful." The butler reminded in a low voice, then bowed and saluted, and left the place quickly.

Xuemiya reminded in a low voice: "Weilin, why don't we wait for a while."

"You are right, we can wait for a while."

In the hall, the Duke of Moravia was as cold as frost and did not speak.

Lowell, who was kneeling in the hall, knocked his head on the ground, his face was pale, and now he began to regret why he did such a thing with those friends.

The young wizard standing aside plucked up his courage and asked carefully: "Father, Lowell..."

"I once said that you are not allowed to use power to oppress magicians. You are turning a deaf ear to my words."

The seemingly calm words contain indifference to family affection.

Seeing this, the young wizard decisively shut up and dared not speak again.

As for his son, he could only pray for good luck, otherwise he, as a father, would be punished.

"Tell me, what were you thinking at the time."

"Grandfather, I... I..."

"I'll give you three minutes to organize your words. If you keep stuttering, you don't need to say anything. Just go to the Demon Flame Cave and stay there for a hundred years."

Hearing the words of the Duke of Moravia, Lowell was sweating coldly and hurriedly explained the ins and outs of the matter, not daring to mix a single lie.

Grandfather does what he says. When doing such things, he doesn't care whether you are his grandson or his apprentice.

"Grandfather, the boy named Zeliya is..."

Three minutes later, Lowell told all the things he had done, not daring to hide anything.

After listening to his grandson's story, it was basically the same as the information Osmond Olier told him.

In addition, the boy named Zeliya had a close relationship with his grandson, which seemed to be the layout of this kid twenty years ago.

Based on his many years of experience, the other party must be a person who carries fate.

The son of miracle, it can only be said that he is worthy of being the son of miracle, and is deeply favored by fate.

"Lowell."

"Grandfather." Lowell bowed his head and answered.

"Am I too indulgent to your father?"

Hearing his grandfather's words, Lowell's expression froze instantly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

At this moment, the young mage standing aside was sweating profusely, and glared at the stinky boy fiercely. After returning, he would not let this beast lie in bed for a year, and he would not be called Ankrol.

"Xiaowu!"

"Father, you say."

"Do you want to go to the Demon Flame Cave to practice hard for five years, or choose to accompany your third brother for three years."

The young mage frowned and begged: "Father, can I not choose?"

"As the saying goes, if a son is not taught, it is the fault of the father. If you don't choose, your father will help you choose." The Duke of Moravia glanced at Ankrol and said indifferently.

Hearing his father's unquestionable tone, Ankrol took a deep breath and said, "Father, I choose to accompany my third brother for three years."

"You have one month to discipline Lowell. I don't want to hear about his evil deeds in the capital and ruin my reputation."

"Yes, father."

Ankrol lowered his head and answered, then used the magician's hand to grab Lowell, who was terrified, and took him aside to clear the hall.

Lowell looked at the violent expression on his father's face, his face pale, leaning against the pillar. He could already imagine what his father was going to do to him.

After his grandfather spoke, his mother probably didn't dare to plead with his father.

After this time, he would shed his skin even if he didn't die. He should not have gone to the First Magic Academy to act arrogantly.

"Weilin, how long do you want to hear it?"

Outside the hall, Weilin heard his grandfather's voice, tidied his wrinkled clothes, patted his face, pulled Xuemiya, and walked in with steady steps.

"Grandpa, long time no see."

"Xemiya greets Grandpa."

Compared to the casual Weilin, Xuemiya seemed much more reserved.

A smile appeared on the cold face of the Duke of Moravia, and he said, "I just came back from the palace, and you came right after me."

When Lowell saw the smile on his grandfather's face, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Compared to his cousin Weilin, he felt like he was picked up.

Thinking carefully, except for the smile his grandfather gave him when he was a child, he never saw it again after he grew up.

Seeing this, Weilin smiled and teased: "Grandpa, that is part of my wealth. I don't feel safe leaving it with you."

"Then, my big rat, how do you want to move your wealth back home?"

Weilin was stunned, and then he loudly refuted: "Grandpa, you are slandering me. I have been the deputy minister of the Logistics Department. Except for receiving more military supplies once, I have never been to the Logistics Department again, and all the extra supplies were used in the expedition war."

"I remember someone said he wanted to be a rat."

Weilin saw this, Shanshan smiled, and touched the back of his head awkwardly: "Didn't I not become a rat because of your reminder?"

"So, during the mission to the Kingdom of Teton and the expedition to the Grand Duchy of Brela, the rat that ate a little fat was definitely not you." The Duke of Moravia looked at Weilin with a smile and laughed.

"Uh-"

"Slander, this is slander, grandpa, you must have evidence."

Wei Lin spread his hands and spoke.

No matter what, he would never admit it.

The wealth that belonged to the expeditionary army was not less. At most, he took bribes from the native nobles and the royal families of the four countries, and he took it without damaging the interests of the expeditionary army.

Seeing that Wei Lin refused to admit it, the Duke of Moravia smiled and said in a gentle tone: "Okay, okay, I know you know your limits. This matter can be big or small. Since the war is over and the calculation of military merits has been completed, then the coffin is closed."

"I still have to study those things. I will send someone to deliver them to you in a few days."

"In addition, the kingdom is preparing to send an envoy to the Holy Third Dawn Kingdom in September next year. Are you interested in serving as the deputy envoy?"

Wei Lin heard it and asked: "Grandpa, who is the envoy?"

"Your father."

"Forget it, I won't go."

Wei Lin waved his hand and said quickly.

"It's up to you. You don't have to go. There are some unusual movements in the Gray Wasteland. The monster clan craze is not far away. It will be next year or the year after. It's better to guard your territory."

After hearing the news from his grandfather, Weilin's eyes lit up. This seemed to be an opportunity.

Qixing Territory is no longer a weak territory, and he is no longer a pioneer knight who can only hide in the castle when facing the monster clan.

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