Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

A familiar voice came, and Brandon looked sideways, only to see one of his guardian knights being beheaded and his head flying high.

The other subordinates around him were gradually at a disadvantage, and a knight from the other side suppressed several of his own men.

Only now did he understand that the information he thought he had obtained from the investigation was all false. It was all fake news released by the other party in order to confuse the nobles of Cardero Province.

At this moment, Verin saw the opportunity, mobilized the remaining fighting spirit in his body, attached it to the knight's sword, and accelerated towards Brandon.

Several soldiers saw this and stood in front of the absent-minded lord. They tried to block him, but were cut off at the waist.

The ear-piercing wailing sound brought Brandon back to his senses, and he raised his sword to block it with all his strength.

The sword in his hand was knocked away, and his helmet fell to the ground. Brandon, who was half-kneeling on the ground, looked at the bloody sword on his neck, sat down absently, and said unwillingly: "You win."

Weilin pulled up his upper armor, looked at the middle-aged bronze high-level knight, and said calmly: "Yes, I won."

When the surrounding soldiers and knights saw their lord defeated and captured, they put down their weapons and began to surrender.

Baird wiped the sticky blood from his face and ordered loudly: "Collect the weapons and tie up all these people."

Seeing that the situation was under control, Verin put away the knight's sword and had Brandon tied up and taken back under strict supervision.

The battle went as quickly as it came, lasting only an hour.

At night, in a tent, Weilin was wearing casual clothes, sitting on the main seat, looking at the seven knights participating in the battle, each of whom was more or less injured.

"Lord, in this battle, thirty-seven people were killed, twelve were seriously injured, and forty-one were slightly injured. We have suffered heavy casualties." Baird said with a sad smile. One-third of his men were lost this time. one.

"What are the enemy's casualties?" Weilin asked without any unnecessary expression on his face.

Another knight stood up and began to report: "Lord, preliminary statistics show that the enemy suffered more than 400 casualties this time and captured 531 people, including Sir Brandon, nine Bronze Knights, and 87 An elite soldier, the rest are serfs."

"Bring the serfs back, give some to the half-elf Eunice to build the castle, and some to Mike, who is in charge of farm work, to take care of the crops." At this point, Verin paused, and then said, "Put a soldier free Go back and tell the current head of the Barony of Cleveland that I allow them to pay the ransom and redeem their lord."

"Yes, my lord." The knight beat his chest in salute and responded loudly.

After the meeting ended, Weilin walked out of the tent and came to the camp where the seriously injured were.

Seeing the pale and dying soldier lying on the ground, Weilin's cold heart felt a little prickly.

He is not one of those nobles who regard human life as trivial. He still retains a basic conscience in his heart. Although he doesn't know when he will be assimilated, he needs to do something now.

"Go get a basin of clean water."

When the soldiers standing guard heard this, they bowed and saluted, then turned and ran away.

After a while, a basin of water was brought over. Weilin took out a crystal bottle filled with light red liquid from his chest, squatted down, opened the cork, and poured it into the wooden basin.

"Give this water to the seriously injured."

"Yes, sir." The soldier replied quickly with an excited tone.

Looking at the busy camp, Weilin observed it for a while and then left.

By chance, Baird, who was about to visit the seriously injured, saw this scene. He didn't say anything, but just watched quietly.

"Perhaps choosing Master Weilin is the wisest choice in my life."

"Sir, the condition of the brothers has improved and their breathing has stabilized." A military doctor with some knowledge of medical skills came over and reported to Baird excitedly.

"I understand. If there are any remaining potions of life that the Lord handed over to you, send them to the lightly wounded."

"Yes, my lord."

……

The next day, in the barony of Cleveland, in the castle, a young man heard the soldier reporting the news, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"How is it possible? My father led more than a thousand people, how could he be defeated by a hundred people?"

"Master, serfs are escaping back one after another. This must be the real situation." The old housekeeper on the side advised.

The middle-aged lady sitting on the main seat, her hands unable to stop shaking, pretended to be calm, and said in a deep voice: "Old Bull, pass my order, the entire castle is under martial law, and all the other four knights are called back."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the housekeeper leaves,

She looked at the soldier and continued to ask: "What does the other party require before they are willing to release the master and other knights?"

"Mother, the other party didn't say anything clearly. They just told me that negotiations will be held at the border on the morning of July 7th."

"You go down first."

"Yes."

The two guards helped the injured soldier out of the hall, leaving the middle-aged lady and young man alone.

The oil lamp flickered in the hall. Brandon's eldest son Rebel was very anxious. He looked at the middle-aged lady and couldn't help asking: "Mother, what should we do next?"

"For this plan, we must first redeem your father and the other knights. Otherwise, we cannot hold the huge territory of the Barony of Cleveland with us."

After hearing this, Lei Buer was very confused: "Mother, even though there are several lords around, they covet it, but according to the laws of the kingdom, they..."

"Idiot, the danger comes from the family."

The middle-aged lady stared at her son, wondering how she gave birth to such a fool.

Then, she began to make preparations for the negotiations two days later and strive to redeem the main combat power of the territory.

On the other side, due to the prisoners in the camp, the work of mining mithril can only be suspended.

Thanks to the life potion provided by Weilin, the twelve seriously injured soldiers were out of danger, and their strength was greatly improved. It was a blessing in disguise.

Other soldiers with minor injuries received a small amount of life potion mixed with water, and their injuries were greatly restored.

In a tent, Verin and Brandon sat opposite each other, talking and playing chess with each other.

"You are very powerful. Why do you want to come here to become a pioneer knight?" Brandon dropped a chess piece, looked at Verin, and asked.

“Perhaps it’s for a dream, or maybe it’s because I don’t want to live an ordinary life.”

Weilin simply replied and dropped a chess piece.

"Next, how much ransom do you plan to ask for?" Without the momentum on the battlefield, Brandon was just a somewhat twilight old man at this time.

Looking at this middle-aged man who was over fifty years old, Weilin replied directly: "Then it depends on the status of you and your men in the territory. I have plenty of time to spend with you."

"Hahaha, I don't think so." Brandon responded with a smile, as if he had read through Verin's mind.

"Haha, who knows?"

Weilin won the chess game by winning the chess game. He stood up, tidied his clothes, and then left the camp.

Looking at the young man leaving and thinking about his useless eldest son, Brandon smiled bitterly.

Perhaps this is why the Aix family developed from a baron family to a count family in just seven hundred years.

Imprisoned here with nothing to do, Brandon began to recall what he had done over the years. It had been a long time since he sat down quietly and thought about his life.