Chapter 649: Trip to Naxos City - Tree Stump

Passing through the busy streets, Weilin and Kyle arrived at the garrison location closest to the busy street.

He showed his identity token and entered the compound under the guidance of a Crusader officer.

"Sir, please wait again. Our battalion commander will be here soon."

"I understand, you go ahead and do your work."

Upon seeing this, the Crusader officer bowed, saluted, and left the compound.

Weilin came to the wall and looked at the murals on the wall. Although he could not understand the words on it, he could feel the cultural atmosphere.

"Before the war, I guess this was the nobles' villa in Naxos City. Do you believe it?"

Kyle sat aside, silent, pretending not to hear.

Seeing that Kyle was not fooled, Weilin did not get angry. He used the light from the surrounding to slowly observe the murals here.

After a while, the sound of footsteps was heard.

Following the sound, I saw a bald man appear in front of me with a hammer in his hand.

"I am a garrison officer in the northern part of Naxos, and the deputy commander of the 63rd Freedom Battalion of the Crusader Army, Kailod. On behalf of the 800 Crusader soldiers in the northern part of the city, I salute you, Your Excellency, the commander of the 15th Army, Verin."

Weilin used his fighting spirit to help the low-level silver warrior in front of him up and said gently, "No need to be polite."

"Sir, you are here, what do you need me to do?" the bald man asked respectfully.

"There is a roasted popcorn stall next to the opera house in the northern city, and the vendor is an assassin."

Hearing this, the bald man blushed and said with some shame: "Thank you for your reminder."

"Don't worry about it. He hid it very well. It's normal that you and your subordinates didn't notice it."

At this point, Weilin took out a leaf, handed it to the other party, and explained: "I left a mark on him. You can follow the guidance of this leaf to find him. It's up to you when to take action. This is your jurisdiction. I won't interfere."

"Well, my purpose for coming here has been accomplished, so I'll leave now."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, the bald man spoke to keep him, "Sir, please wait a moment."

"kindness?"

Seeing that the two had no intention of leaving, the bald man immediately ordered his confidant to go to the room and get the treasure.

Soon, two soldiers came into the yard carrying a tree stump.

"Sir, this is a treasure given to me by a naturalized noble. I am just an adventurer with low strength and limited knowledge. I only know that this tree stump cannot be chopped by a knife or burned by fire, so it should be a treasure. I just took it out and gave it to you to repay your kindness in reminding me."

With curiosity in his heart, Weilin came to the tree stump, looked at it with his hand, and found that it was indeed very hard. He felt it again and found that the tree stump contained powerful life energy.

"My lord, if you don't like it, I will go and bring you all the gold coins in the compound."

“No, I like this thing very much.”

After hearing this, the bald man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As long as you like it."

Weilin stood up, looked at the bald man in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Tell me, what do you want?"

"I don't want anything else, this is just..."

“I like people who are honest.”

Hearing this, the bald man also understood the meaning of the other party's words. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, I would like to ask you for a combat skill."

Looking at the sweat on the other party's forehead, Weilin nodded and said, "Okay, I agree. This tree stump is worthy of a gold-level combat skill."

Seeing this, Kyle took out a gold-level combat skill called [Thousand Hammers Collapse] and a corresponding training plan from his space equipment and handed the two books to the bald man.

The bald man held the two books in his arms, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and thanked: "Sir, thank you for your gift. Cailuode will always remember your kindness."

Weilin understood the bald man's feelings very well. When the time was right, he summoned Tengman and helped him up.

"Three heads are enough. I don't want any more."

"In our lives, you are the protagonist of your story, and I am the protagonist of my story. I hope you can be favored by Mother World and become a golden warrior soon."

"Kailaud, I remember your name. See you again if we are lucky."

After waving goodbye to Kaylod, Weilin put the stump into the demiplane and left with Kael.

Looking at the two people's backs as they left, the bald man kept repeating the adult's words, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"Thank you, Lord Verin. I hope I can sing your story in my hometown in the future."

After leaving the courtyard, Weilin strolled along the street in a good mood.

"Kyle, do you think we will ever see the warrior named Kalod again in this lifetime?"

Facing the sudden question from his family, Kyle pondered for a moment and answered, "As you said, with the blessing of fate, you and him may meet again in the future."

Weilin bought two more skewers of roasted popcorn from the roadside and said curiously, "Speaking of this, I'm curious about the current situation of the fishman warrior named Laskin in the La Romana Islands."

"Given his character and abilities, he should be doing pretty well."

“Hahaha, I think so too.” Weilin bit off a piece of roasted rice cracker with a satisfied smile on his face. After swallowing the food, he continued, “Sometimes it’s really fun to show kindness to others. However, if you choose an ungrateful person, it will be miserable.”

"From your perspective, I believe this won't happen."

"Are you so sure?"

Weilin looked at Kyle with suspicion, looking forward to his next answer.

Kyle threw away the stick, smiled slightly, and answered: "Without your knowledge, I will take action to eliminate the other party, and then this matter will be equivalent to non-existence."

"That makes some sense."

The two walked side by side, sometimes chatting about the past, sometimes chatting about the local cultural landscape, or admiring the beauties appearing on the street.

The next morning, Weilin and Kyle returned to the barracks, summoned their subordinates and held a military meeting.

Two hours later, the meeting ended.

Lavia, the head of the 15th Army's logistics department, took the two documents signed by Weilin and went to the expeditionary corps' logistics department to collect the corresponding supplies.

Under the strange gazes of the two gold-level Judgment Knights, Pastor Lavia touched his big bald head and couldn't help but urge his subordinates to speed up.

With a shameless spirit, Weilin signed two documents in the positions of commander of the 15th Army and deputy director of the logistics department of the expeditionary corps. As for the executor, it naturally fell on Lavia, the director of the logistics department.

At this moment, Lavia wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it. If she had known earlier, she should not have accepted the position of Chief of Logistics Department of the 15th Army. It was too late to regret now.