Chapter 821 Banquet

"Everyone, please take a seat."

Weilin smiled and waved for everyone to take a seat.

Everyone bowed and saluted, then sat down in an orderly manner, with their backs straight, looking respectful, waiting for instructions.

Before arriving at the manor for the banquet, they heard rumors that Lord Weilin was about to leave the Nangeshia continent.

This gathering may very well be the last time they see the leader who gave them new life.

"Don't be so serious, just chat casually and get to know each other."

Seeing the serious atmosphere, Weilin waved his hand, signaling everyone not to be so restrained.

Due to the insufficient number of maids, they had to pour wine and replenish food by themselves, but this was also in line with the wishes of these young warriors.

Those who are selected for the Halo Project are above the passing line in terms of both moral concepts and cultivation talent.

After all, selling "genius" and selling "mediocrity" are not the same price.

For these more than 1,500 young soldiers, even though they knew Weilin's plan, they were willing to be sold.

Having served him for many years, they already had a deep understanding of this eccentric leader.

Seeing that everyone was unmoved, Weilin raised his glass and started chatting: "After drinking this glass of wine, the atmosphere can no longer be so serious. If you want to eat something, go to the kitchen and get it yourself. Don't worry about tiring the chef out."

Upon hearing this, everyone raised their glasses. Their serious expressions suddenly became uncomfortable after hearing their commander's words, and some people even covered their mouths and laughed.

"Drink this cup, don't leave even a drop."

After saying this, Weilin set an example by drinking the whole glass and then turned the glass upside down.

Seeing this, everyone said in unison: "Respect, sir!"

After drinking, everyone turned their glasses upside down to show that they had strictly followed the order.

"Okay, everyone can chat about their own things. I still say the same thing. If you want to eat something, just go to the kitchen and get it. Don't worry about tiring the chef out." Weilin stood up and said to everyone. Then he came to the lower seat and sat next to Kyle. He handed over the wine glass and motioned for him to pour him a glass of wine.

Seeing this, Kyle smiled helplessly, took the bottle and poured a glass for his master.

Looking at the color of the wine in the glass, Weilin took a sip and said, "I was wondering why I felt something was wrong with my wine. I didn't expect it was you who was causing the trouble."

"My lord, with your alcohol tolerance, you will get dizzy after three cups and pass out after ten." Seeing this, Kyle said bluntly.

All the elders in Qixingling knew about Weilin's alcohol tolerance.

Even if he grows to a low-level soul knight, if he does not use fighting spirit to dissipate the smell of alcohol, his master's alcohol tolerance is not even comparable to that of the mutant griffin.

"Forget it. I won't argue with you."

Taking the bottle of wine from Kyle's desk, Weilin slowly walked downstairs.

You have to drink some wine and meet some people.

However, I have to cheat when drinking today, otherwise I will be drunk before I finish meeting everyone.

"Kyle, here."

Hebrew looked at the empty table on Kyle's desk, picked up a bottle of glowing wine on his right hand, and threw it over.

Kyle reached out to catch the bottle and said, "Thank you, Master Hebrew."

"What are you thanking me for? And, I've already told you, just call me by my name, no need for any honorific title." Hebrew raised his glass, looked displeased, and spoke.

Seeing this, Kyle just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, Hebrew felt a little powerless for the first time, but there was nothing he could do. After all, even his eldest brother couldn't beat Kyle, let alone him.

"Brother Devonshire, come, let me toast you." Hebrew shook his head, turned to look at his future father-in-law, raised his glass, and said with a smile.

"kindness."

Devonshire picked up the wine glass, clinked it with his own from a distance, and then drank it in one gulp without any change in his expression.

On the other side, Weilin was strolling around with a bottle of wine, occasionally toasting with many young soldiers and listening to their stories, which he found very interesting.

I don’t even know most of them, but I can feel their respect for me.

Weilin came to a young man who was drinking alone, sat down opposite him, and asked with a smile: "Why, don't you have any friends to chat with?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, as a sign of his agreement.

"Come on, pour me some wine."

Weilin handed over the empty wine glass without hesitation and waited for the other party to pour him a glass of wine.

Seeing this, the young man picked up the fruit wine, sat up straight, and filled Weilin's glass.

Weilin picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with the other party. Then he took a sip and asked with a smile, "Why, are you missing home?"

"Kind of."

The young man did not hide anything and told the truth.

"Where are you from?"

"I am from the western part of the former German Kingdom, and now the northern part of the Principality of Barsalom."

"There are still a few people at home."

"Two, my two sisters."

"Are you all married?"

"They are all married." The young man said slowly, "Thanks to you, I got 1,500 acres of land through my military exploits. Now my two sisters and their husbands are managing it. They found a wife for me. When I return this time, I will get married."

Having said that, a smile from the heart appeared on the young man's face.

"It seems that you are homesick." Weilin patted the other person's shoulder and said with emotion, "Hehe, actually I feel the same way. I have been away from home for almost ten years, and my wife and I have been separated for almost ten years."

"In the past ten years, I wonder what state my chief steward has made of my territory."

As they chatted, the young man changed the topic and started chatting with Weilin.

Others looked over here, some were envious, some were jealous, but most were kind, paying attention for a moment before continuing with their chat.

During the banquet, Weilin felt in a very good mood.

I heard stories from different young professionals.

As night fell, Weilin came to Kyle with an empty bottle of wine, sat down, and said with emotion: "To be honest, I really want to bring all these talents to Qixing Territory, but unfortunately the world is different. They can only write their own stories here. If they go to Qixing Territory, they can only stay in the demiplane and cannot walk freely in the Sinops subcontinent."

Hearing this, Kyle slowly said, "Master, just like you once said, everyone has their own story, and we are just passers-by in their lives."

Weilin put his hand on Kyle's shoulder and laughed, "Hahaha, you're right. I was overthinking it."

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the banquet ended and everyone dispersed.

Today, Weilin just wanted to hold a banquet for them to get together. As for the final destination of those selected for the Halo Project, it still needed careful consideration.