Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

At the northeastern border of the Holy Ice Elf Kingdom, Verin returned here according to the silver dragon scales given by the Lord of Cold Light.

Seeing the figure of his master, Kyle stood up and greeted him.

Verin stepped forward and gave Kyle a hug, then asked, "How long has it been since we arrived?"

"Half a month ahead of you."

Arriving at the camp, Verin saw Alaric, the silver dragon king of Berk Kingdom, who was sighing. Next to him were three dejected silver dragons.

Seeing the Lord who was about to step forward, Kyle said through his heart: "My Lord, this is the third time His Excellency Alaric has searched for the Sea, Sky and Ice Abyss."

With Kyle's voice ringing in his heart, Verin stopped and did not step forward.

After three attempts and not being able to enter, if it were him, he would definitely be depressed for a long time.

It's better not to disturb him now, and wait until Uncle Alaric relieves his inner depression.

However, I can tell Argenta about this matter when I get back. I don’t know what his expression will be like after hearing his old father’s deeds.

Considering the character of that unfilial son, he would definitely laugh at his father.

Shaking his head and stopping his random thoughts, Verin followed Kyle to another part of the camp.

Beside the ice table, Celeste was holding a hockey puck in her hand, looking at it intently.

"Knight Celeste, how was your harvest this time?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Celeste looked back and threw the ice ball in her hand to the ground.

Under Weilin's confused look, a powerful burst of magic power suddenly burst out when the ice ball hit the ground.

In an instant, an ice soldier appeared in front of the three of them. His body was tall and straight, his surface covered with layers of frost, glowing with a faint blue light. There was no life temperature, only icy loneliness.

"Silver high-level ice soldier, is this the blessing you received?"

"This is the blessing given to me by the Crown of the God of Cold Wind." Celeste nodded in response, "In a place where the cold wind is strong, carve the ice ball, pour it with magic power, and throw it on the ground, and I will get a statue of ice. Soldier."

"As for the upper limit of strength, it depends on the magic power I instill."

"only……"

At this point, Celeste suddenly closed her mouth and stopped talking.

Verin knew very well what Celeste wanted to say, but he had to maintain due respect for the gods and not make unreasonable comments.

Turning to look at Kyle, Verin asked, "What kind of favor have you received from the God of Wind and Snow?"

"You will know when you meet the enemy." Kyle replied mysteriously with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Weilin's inner curiosity was instantly aroused.

"Velin, what about you?" Celeste asked.

"I got a legendary weapon from the Crown of the Cold Wind God."

As he spoke, Verin took out the Staff of Solitude and let it float in the air for the two of them to watch.

Celeste raised her hand and touched the appearance of the Staff of Loneliness, and said with emotion: "The legendary spirit is still in the process of being conceived. It seems that it was only forged not long ago. What an enviable blessing!"

Weilin heard this and said with a smile: "Good luck, good luck."

Kyle, who was standing aside, saw his master's expression. His expression remained unchanged, but he muttered in his heart: "It seems that the master is hiding something."

After some exchanges, Weilin also learned the current time—July 1, 9769.

One hundred and twenty years in the illusion, but only a few months in the outside world.

In addition, this evening is also a time of destiny guidance.

Entering the space between illusion and reality blocked a destiny guidance. Actually, four years and six months have passed since the last destiny guidance.

Weilin touched his belly and turned to Kyle and said, "Let's cook tonight and have a good meal."

"kindness."

"In that case, let me grab some ingredients and bring them back." After saying that, Celeste left the camp.

When Weilin saw this, with a thought, countless vines broke through the ice and entangled each other in the air.

In less than a moment, an open-air banquet hall was formed.

When he came to a hammock, Weilin lay down directly on it, determined not to get up until dinner was served.

Kyle came to the long table on the side, took things out from the Messier demiplane, and made preparations.

As night fell, Celeste returned to the camp with two large and ferocious bears and threw them on the ice table.

Standing in front of the ice table, Kyle looked at the eight-meter-long ferocious bear in front of him. He quickly waved the knife in his hand, cut off the various parts of the meat, and placed them neatly aside.

The next moment, two golden-level clones came out of Kyle's body and started cooking food.

Time passed slowly, night was approaching, and a strong fragrance floated over the camp, which could not be dissipated for a long time.

Alaric, who was grieving alone, smelled the fragrance of delicious food, and his inner sadness faded a lot. He stood up and walked towards the source.

The three silver dragons sitting aside saw the elder leaving, looked at each other, and followed him in unison.

"Good evening, Lord Alaric."

Kyle, who was cooking, saw Alaric arriving and said hello politely.

Verin, who was lying in the hammock, heard Kyle's voice and sat up. Seeing Alaric and the other three Yinglong figures, he extended an invitation enthusiastically.

Upon hearing this, Alaric went straight to the long table made by Teng Man and sat down without any courtesy.

Seeing this, the three silver dragons took the initiative to greet Verin, and then sat down next to Alaric.

As the dishes became more and more, the whole camp was attracted.

Seeing this, Weilin warmly invited everyone to sit down.

Unknowingly, before the dishes were served, the long table was filled with various fruits, dried meat and wine.

After walking around, Weilin returned to the hammock and lay down, waiting for the meal.

As for what he said just now, he remembered that he had not said anything.

In a harmonious atmosphere, people from the Sinops subcontinent began to communicate. It was no longer just a casual chat between acquaintances, and strangers also began to look for topics.

Celeste came to a half-orc, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Hearing the sound, the half-orc turned his head and saw the familiar face, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"Am I so scary?"

Hearing the less cold voice, the half-orc Laford quickly responded: "No, no, Master Celeste, I am not afraid of you, but respect you."

"Well, the past is over, and I am not a grudge-bearing person." Celeste slowed down his speech and said slowly, "I like what someone said. If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. Since you have paid the price, then the past is over."

Half-orc Laford reacted and said with some fear: "Thank you for your forgiveness, Master Celeste."

"Call me Celeste, and the honorific title of Master makes me feel like I am oppressing you."

"Listen to you, Master Celeste..."

Under Celeste's slightly warning eyes, the half-orc Laford stopped using the honorific title at the end.

Welin, who was lying on the hammock, opened one eye, looked at Celeste, then closed his eyes again and continued to be lazy.