Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

After Weilin parted ways with Xuemiya and Zelia, the couple, he left the First Magic Academy.

After walking out of the gate and getting on the carriage, Weilin looked at his smiling wife and asked, "How is it going?"

"Everything went well. If nothing unexpected happens, the girl will take the initiative to persuade her father. Next, it depends on your methods, my dear husband." Leaning in Weilin's arms, Xuemiya replied with a smile.

Stroking his wife's hair, Weilin said, "Return to the barracks first, and then write a letter to grandpa."

Two hours later, Weilin paid four silver coins as the carriage rental fee, and took his wife to the barracks.

In a few days, the barracks were much emptier.

Arriving at the 15th Army's camp, Weilin waved to Miller and asked, "Is Kyle back?"

"My Lord, Lord Kyle returned to the camp yesterday, but..."

Seeing Miller's hesitation, Weilin raised his eyebrows and said, "He didn't bring another child back."

Seeing this, Miller answered truthfully, "My Lord, Lord Kyle did bring a boy with fiery red hair back yesterday."

"Okay, I know what happened, go and invite Kyle."

Weilin waved his hand and ordered Miller.

"Yes, Lord." Miller bowed and saluted, and left the tent.

Seeing the captain of the guard leave, Xuemiya, who was sitting next to him, asked curiously, "Weilin, do you know who the boy is?"

"Hehe, listen to me carefully about this matter..."

After listening to her husband's story, Xuemiya's eyes were full of suspicion. She seriously suspected that her husband had smuggled something.

"Ahem, how can you look at your husband like this?" Weilin coughed lightly and said dissatisfiedly.

Xuemiya rolled her eyes and asked, "Weilin, the reason for the birth of that child must be you, right?"

"Well..."

Weilin leaned back halfway through his words and said slowly, "Hey, I won't tell you."

Xuemiya pushed Weilin's body and asked softly, "Weilin, tell me."

"No, I won't tell you."

Looking at Xuemiya's expression, Weilin decided to tease her again.

"Weilin, if you tell me, I will..." Xuemiya leaned over to Weilin's ear and whispered, "I will tell you a secret about Sister Orseya."

"Second sister, what news do you have about her?"

Weilin sat up with a suspicious look on his face.

The last time he saw his second sister was at his eldest brother's wedding, and now it has been more than ten years.

For so many years, he didn't seem to hear anything about her.

Xuemiya blinked her big eyes and pretended to be sincere: "My mother told me, how could I lie to you?"

Wei Lin rolled his eyes, grabbed Xuemiya and tickled her directly.

"Hahaha, it's so itchy, so itchy."

"Say it or not, say it or not."

"Hahaha, no, no, haha."

Outside the tent, Kyle heard the quarrel between his master and mistress, and waved his hand to catch the child who wanted to go in to find out.

"Father, what is the lord doing in there?" The fiery red-haired boy blinked his big eyes, his eyes full of ignorance and curiosity.

"When you grow up, your father will tell you."

Kyle squatted down, touched the fiery red-haired boy, and said earnestly.

"Okay, father."

As he spoke, the fiery red-haired boy inadvertently leaked a trace of holy flame, which was then absorbed by the collar on his neck and stored in the red gem.

A few days ago, when the Holy Flame Spirit was born, the first words he heard were actually his mother.

Fortunately, Kyle corrected it at the first time, so that the child did not form an inherent cognitive error.

A daughter is raised, a daughter and a son are also raised. Anyway, the master's family is large and prosperous, and there is no shortage of cultivation materials for these two children.

In the tent, Weilin suddenly stopped, put his hand on Xuemiya's waist, and said awkwardly: "Kyle seems to have been standing outside for a long time."

"It's all your fault."

Xuemiya glared at Weilin, put her messy hair behind her ears, got off his legs, sat aside, patted her cheeks, let the red temperature fade, and returned to a dignified look.

"Who told you not to tell the secret."

Hearing Weilin's whisper, Xuemiya looked helpless and said, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault."

"My dear Weilin, shouldn't you let Kyle in?"

Seeing this, Weilin stood up and walked out of the tent. Looking at the little boy watching ants on the ground and Kyle standing aside watching the child, he felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

"My Lord."

Looking up at Weilin, Kyle bowed his head and saluted.

The little boy put down the stick in his hand, looked up at Weilin, and said crisply: "My Lord."

Weilin apologized and said: "I was a little too proud just now. I kept you waiting for a long time. Come in and sit down."

Entering the tent, Kyle sat on the left, and the little boy sat next to Kyle, looking up and down at the deployment around him with curiosity in his eyes.

"This child was born from the egg transformed by the Holy Flame."

"Yes, my Lord." Kyle touched the boy's fiery red hair and introduced with a smile, "I named him Silas. In Angel Language, it means Holy Flame, which is also consistent with his origin."

Welin looked at the confused child, waved at him, and said kindly: "Come here."

Silas glanced at his father, and after getting his affirmation, he trotted to Weilin and threw himself into his arms.

"You have imprisoned his strength."

Welin asked curiously, stroking the coil on Silas' neck.

Hearing this, Kyle nodded and replied: "My Lord, Silas was born at the middle level of gold. As the 20th Holy Flame Spirit born accidentally in the world, he had already obtained the qualification to ascend to the legendary level when he was born. The Holy Flame Spirits born later will need to accumulate their own knowledge like us."

"This is a gift from the world consciousness to the new and powerful race, but it is also a shackle. The power that is easily obtained is often not cherished, and the mentality is immature and easily influenced by others."

"I decided to let him go back on the path of cultivation to train his character."

Wei Lin touched the back of Silas's head, nodded, and said: "You are right. The power that is easily obtained will not be cherished. As a father, you have to take up the responsibility of raising him!"

"My Lord, as long as you agree, please practice with Silas in the future." Kyle said with a slight smile on his face.

When Wei Lin heard this, he secretly said that it was not good.

Xemiya, who was sitting next to him, covered her mouth and laughed secretly. Wei Lin was considered to be fooled by Kyle.