Chapter 823 A Gift to Mueller

Weilin glanced around, raised his glass, and said loudly: "We have shared glory and disgrace for ten years, but now I have to part with you. I am really reluctant to let you go."

"This cup is for you."

Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison: "Cheers, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone poured the liquor into their mouths and turned their glasses upside down to show their attitude.

"There aren't that many etiquette rules today, just feel free to do as you please."

Looking at the more than two hundred people below, Weilin picked up a bottle of wine and prepared to walk down and have a drink with each person individually.

After this separation, we may never meet again in this life.

"Lord Weilin, you can't do this." A Crusader general looked at Weilin who was about to pour wine for him, and hurriedly protected the wine glass, constantly making excuses.

Although the adults told him not to care about the rules, he didn't dare to really ignore them.

"Ron, I order you to take your hands away." Looking at the bearded man in front of him, Weilin put away the smile on his face and said with a stern face.

Under pressure, Ron, the commander of the 33rd Freedom Battalion of the Crusaders, had to take his hand away from the wine glass.

After pouring a glass of wine, Weilin placed the bottle on the table, raised his glass, and smiled: "Ron, I still remember when I first saw your 33rd Freedom Battalion, I felt very disgusted."

"Today, I apologize to you. Although you have some bad habits over the years, you are a group of true warriors."

"However, as a military, you are still unqualified."

Ron said respectfully, "Lord Weilin, you don't have to be like this. No one would be interested in a group of guerrillas like us."

"Under your command, although we only serve as logistics personnel and assist the pastor in preaching, we have also gained a lot. Those guys praise you every day."

"Being able to follow you on this expedition is a gift from the Goddess of Life to us."

Looking at the excited look on the bearded man's face, Weilin could tell that he was being sincere.

"Okay, okay, come on, let's drink this glass of wine. We'll meet again if we're lucky."

"Lord Weilin, congratulations on your early ascension to the legendary realm. May the goddess of life protect you."

Ron said his blessing with a serious face, and then drank all the wine in the glass.

After finishing the conversation, Weilin came to the next Crusader General.

Although he could not recognize all the middle-level officers, he still knew the senior officers and generals.

On the left side of the main seat, Kyle was drinking wine, eating barbecued rabbit monster meat, and listening to the communication between his master and others. It was very interesting.

Not surprisingly, the story of their master will be passed down from generation to generation through these Crusaders in a village or a small town in the world of Valkham, or even by some bards.

As night fell, the crowd dispersed.

Weilin leaned against the wall and slowly got rid of his drunkenness.

Looking up at the full moon, Weilin's eyes gradually became clearer, and he thought to himself, "I drank too much. I have to be more careful next time."

In the distance, Miller saw Weilin's embarrassment, walked over quickly, helped him up, and reported: "My Lord, Mueller has been taken to the study by Lord Kyle."

Weilin shook his head and told Miller, "Help me sit over there for a while."

"Yes."

Miller supported Weilin and came to the pavilion by the lake. He waved his hand to sweep away the fallen leaves on the stone bench and let his lord sit on it.

After a while, when he regained consciousness, Weilin stood up and said, "Miller, you are tired today, go down and rest."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Miller bowed and saluted, then left.

With steady steps, Weilin walked towards the study.

As he approached the study, Weilin heard Mueller's voice and Kyle's laughter, which was really surprising.

In the study, the two people sitting opposite each other heard the footsteps, stopped talking, stood up, and turned their eyes towards the door.

"Muller greets Lord Weilin." Muller placed his right hand on his chest, bowed, and said respectfully.

Weilin saw this and said with a smile, "Why are you being so polite? Didn't we just meet during the day?"

Muller laughed when he heard this, and waited until Weilin came and sat down on the soft leather sofa before returning to his chair.

Kyle came to the side, took out a pot of tea soaked with leaves of the Fengtian fruit tree, and poured a cup for his master.

By chance, he discovered that water soaked in the leaves of the sweet fruit tree had the effect of refreshing the mind and relieving mental fatigue. So, with Cecilia's permission, he picked some leaves, used a unique technique, and added some other extraordinary plants to make this fruit tea.

Smelling the fresh fragrance of the tea and taking a deep breath, Weilin felt as if he was in nature.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, his eyes lit up, then he took a big gulp and held the empty teacup in front of Kyle.

After drinking three cups in a row, Weilin felt like he was back to his old self.

"Mueller, it's been ten years since we first met."

"Yes, Lord Weilin." Muller's face showed a look of reminiscence, and he slowly said, "Looking back to the time when you came to inspect the material distribution center as the deputy director of the expeditionary army's logistics department, that was the first time we met."

"It was during that meeting that you asked me and my troops to move from the Crusaders to the Fifteenth Army."

"Over the years, under your command, I feel that my bottleneck has loosened a lot. I believe that after returning home, I will be able to break through the middle gold level after five years of hard training, and it will be worth the expectations of the God-chosen Knight for me."

"Of course, it won't be so bad that your kindness to me will be wasted."

"What blessing or no blessing? That's all you got with your own ability. Don't say that next time." Weilin scolded with a smile.

Seeing this, Mueller smiled and said, "Yes, sir."

"Kyle, bring the two books and a wooden box from the sixth shelf in the third row." Weilin turned to look at Kyle and instructed him.

Kyle nodded when he heard that, and with a thought, he moved the three things onto the wooden table.

Muller looked down and saw that the title of the book on top was "The Roaring Earth". As for the one at the bottom, the name was not visible, which aroused people's imagination.

Weilin looked at his expression, smiled slightly, and said, "This is a farewell gift. It is my personal gift to you."

"'Roaring Earth', this golden combat skill has an impressive name, but I haven't practiced it, so I don't know what the effect is. The book below is a matching practice method, and it also contains some personal insights from Kyle. You can refer to it, but don't trust it blindly, after all, he hasn't practiced it either."

Having said that, Weilin took the wooden box and opened it.

A glimmer of light appeared, which surprised Muller and made him feel a little at a loss for a moment.