Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

Ivy Mountain, Weilin’s new name for this nameless hill.

The entire Qingteng Mountain is more than 80 meters high, and the mountain area is about three square kilometers.

When we came to the foot of the mountain and looked up, we saw that a large area had been cleared, and even the road up the mountain had been paved with stone slabs.

Not far from the foot of the mountain, a temporary camp was set up, and many soldiers were training.

Verin did not go to the camp, but only took Kyle and Randolph up the mountain, planted an ivy tree at a suitable location, and then left here.

The next day, a force of 500 men set out from the town of Orlando and headed northwest, preparing to occupy the canyon.

At the same time, a pioneer team from the north arrived near the canyon.

"Master, this is the location we have chosen."

Outside a luxurious carriage, a knight said respectfully.

"Are we here?"

A man wearing a mage's robe opened the curtain, jumped out of the car, looked at the desolate scene around him, and couldn't help complaining: "What a shabby place, go and see if there is anything that can be used as a gathering place." ”

"Yes, Master."

The knight took the order and left. The young noble jumped down from the carriage, looked at the more than two hundred sallow slaves behind him, and ordered the captain of the guard on the side: "Keep these untouchables away from my eyes."

"Yes, Lord Charles."

The guard captain, who had only been in office for half a month, replied tremblingly. He did not want to be like his predecessor. He only made a slight rebuttal and was burned alive in public.

If he had a choice, he really didn't want to serve a moody and surly pioneer lord.

At this time, two blushing maids got off the carriage, took down a set of exquisite seats from the carriage behind, and placed them on the grass.

Two footmen took milk and bread from a carriage and carefully placed them in front of Charles.

"It tastes really bad. I really miss my days in the capital."

Charles took a bite of the fluffy bread and threw it away.

The hungry slaves all looked at the white bread on the ground. Even the guards standing guard around them swallowed their saliva and tried not to look at the tempting white bread.

"What a bunch of untouchables."

Looking at the reactions of others, Charles said without hesitation, with the arrogance and disdain unique to aristocrats.

"If I hadn't offended someone at the Magic Academy, I would have come to this hellish place."

Suddenly, the knight who went to investigate the situation returned to the convoy and came to Charles to report: "Master, there are a large number of troops around. We may have to change places."

"It's impossible to change places." After hearing this, Charles shouted directly, "The king's capital has offended people, and I left in humiliation. Is there anyone in this wretched place that I can't offend?"

"Master, this is the border, it's different from other places." Upon seeing this, the knight immediately advised.

"Shut up, I'm just a slave. There's no need for you to speak."

Charles poured the unfinished milk on the knight and scolded him mercilessly.

Faced with such humiliation, the knight clenched his fists and lowered his head helplessly, not daring to look at the mad dog.

"With the names of my father and uncle, I would still be afraid of this country noble in a remote country."

Charles said proudly, and then ordered the knight to lead the way.

For this brainless second-generation ancestor, the knight could only lead the way in humiliation, hoping that this fool would not commit any crime.

At this moment, Verin was surveying the situation in the canyon. Sure enough, as Randolph said, this place was surrounded by special magic energy. The energy contained in the soil was comparable to the energy contained in silver-level flesh and blood.

"We can build an earthen fort here first, station a squadron of soldiers, plant black tea trees first, and then move some people over, and completely hold this territory in our hands."

"The Lord is right." Randolph nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the camp.

"Let's go, something happened."

Outside the temporary camp, the knights under Charles were beaten by Orlando until they vomited blood. Charles was frightened and paralyzed to the ground. He said with a look of horror: "I tell you, my father is an earl and a big shot in the royal capital. My uncle is Cardro." Governor Fisk of the province, you can’t afford to offend me, so don’t come here.”

Orlando hesitated after hearing this.

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Charles suddenly became arrogant again: "You low-level person, why don't you apologize to me quickly?"

The low-level silver knight vomiting blood on the side lay on the ground with a look of despair, feeling that he was dead this time.

If there is a next life, I must be a good person and stay away from mental retardation.

"What happened?"

When Orlando was stuck in a decision, he suddenly heard Verin's voice and immediately relaxed.

"My lord, this nobleman brought people to the camp. He kept asking us to give up here, and he also made rude remarks. My subordinates couldn't help it, so they took action."

Weilin frowned and looked at the young noble on the ground.

When Charles saw the rightful owner coming, he became even more arrogant and said: "You have caused a big trouble. My uncle is Fisk, the governor of Cardero Province. I want you to..."

"Since you are capable, let your uncle take a look when he comes. Now take the people and get out of here, otherwise I will let you feed the goblins in this wilderness."

"You, you..."

"Sir, it was us who offended you, please forgive me."

The knight who was vomiting blood suddenly stood up, covered Charles' mouth, apologized to Verin, and then quickly left the place with his people.

After seeing the other party walking away, Orlando asked doubtfully: "My lord, just let them go."

"Tell them to leave, but I didn't tell them to leave with their belongings."

"Lord, what do you mean..."

"Send someone to follow them and grab the things back tonight. Remember to cover your face."

"yes."

Orlando, having received clear instructions, went down to prepare.

Seeing this, Randolph smiled and said: "My lord, if this nobleman complains to Governor Fix, will his butt be beaten to pieces?"

"Hahaha, Randolph, actually I want to know too." Verin said with the same bad taste, "Actually, I want to know more whether his father will kick his ass."

"Just wait, Governor Fisk will soon send someone to reconcile and eliminate this misunderstanding."

Randolph had some expectations. After all, the Dosk family was not stupid and would send people to reconcile as soon as possible, otherwise they would not be able to withstand the anger of the Esk family.

At night, Orlando led the people out of the camp and headed north.

Early the next morning, carriages entered the camp one after another, adding to Weilin's wealth.

On the other side, the impoverished Charles, wearing a single coat, took more than 20 unarmed soldiers, a few servants, and the seriously injured Silver Knight, and reluctantly returned to the provincial capital of Cadero.