Chapter 841: Holy Flame Spirit - Silas

After Weilin parted ways with the lovers Xuemia and Zelia, he left the First Magic Academy.

After walking out of the gate and getting on the carriage, Weilin looked at his smiling wife and asked, "How is the situation?"

"Everything is going well. If nothing unexpected happens, the girl will take the initiative to persuade her father. Now it all depends on your methods, my dear husband." Leaning in Weilin's arms, Xuemiya replied with a smile.

Stroking his wife's hair, Weilin said, "Let's go back to the barracks first, and then write a letter to Grandpa."

Two hours later, Weilin paid four silver coins as the carriage rental fee and headed towards the military camp with his wife.

After a few days, the military camp became much emptier.

Arriving at the 15th Army's base, Weilin waved to Miller and asked, "Is Kyle back?"

"My Lord, Lord Kyle returned to the camp yesterday, but..."

Seeing Miller hesitate to speak, Weilin raised his eyebrows and said, "He won't bring another child back."

Miller saw this and answered truthfully: "In reply to the Lord, Lord Kyle did bring back a boy with fiery red hair yesterday."

"Okay, I know what's going on. Go and get Kyle here."

Weilin waved his hand and gave Miller instructions.

"Yes, my lord." Miller bowed and saluted, then left the tent.

Xuemiya, who was sitting nearby, asked curiously after seeing the captain of the guard leave: "Weilin, do you know who that boy is?"

"Hey, listen to me as I tell you about this in detail..."

After listening to her husband's story, Xuemiya's eyes were full of suspicion. She seriously suspected that her husband had smuggled contraband.

"Cough, cough, cough, how can you look at your husband like this." Weilin coughed lightly and said dissatisfiedly.

Xuemiya rolled her eyes and asked, "Weilin, you must be the reason for the birth of that child, right?"

"Well..."

Weilin leaned back halfway through his speech and said slowly, "Hey, I won't tell you."

Xuemiya pushed Weilin's body and asked softly, "Weilin, tell me."

"No, I won't tell you."

Looking at Xuemiya's expression, Weilin decided to tease her again.

"Wei Lin, if you tell me, I will..." Xue Miya leaned over to Wei Lin's ear and whispered, "I will tell you a secret about Sister Orseya."

"Second sister, what news do you have about her?"

Weilin sat up with a suspicious look on his face.

The last time I saw my second sister was at my eldest brother’s wedding, and it has been more than ten years now.

For so many years, I seem to have not heard anything about her.

Xuemiya blinked her big eyes and pretended to be sincere: "My mother told me, how could I lie to you?"

Weilin rolled his eyes, grabbed Xuemia and started tickling her.

"Hahaha, it's so itchy, so itchy."

"Say it or not, say it or not."

"Hahaha, don't say it, don't say it, haha."

Outside the tent, Kyle heard the quarrel between his master and mistress, and he waved his hand to grab the child who wanted to go in to find out what was going on.

"Father, what is the lord doing in there?" The fiery red-haired boy blinked his big eyes, his eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

"When you grow up, I will tell you."

Kyle squatted down, touched the fiery red-haired boy, and spoke earnestly.

"Okay, Father."

As he was talking, the fiery red-haired boy inadvertently leaked a trace of Holy Flame, which was immediately absorbed by the collar around his neck and stored in the red gem.

A few days ago, when the Holy Flame Spirit was born, the first word it heard was "mother".

Fortunately, Kyle corrected it immediately, so that the child did not form any inherent cognitive errors.

Raising a daughter is raising, and raising a daughter and a son is also raising. Anyway, the master's family is wealthy and has no shortage of materials for the cultivation of these two children.

Inside the tent, Weilin suddenly stopped, put his hand on Xuemiya's waist, and said awkwardly, "Kyle seems to have been standing outside for a long time."

"This is all your fault."

Xuemiya glared at Weilin, tucked her messy hair behind her ears, got off his lap, sat aside, patted her cheeks to let the blush fade away, and returned to her dignified appearance.

"Who told you not to tell the secret?"

Hearing Weilin's whisper, Xuemiya looked helpless and said, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault."

"My dear Weilin, maybe you should let Kyle in."

Seeing this, Weilin stood up, walked out of the tent, and looked at the little boy looking at the ants on the ground, and Kyle standing nearby watching the child. He felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

"Lord."

Looking up at Weilin's figure, Kyle bowed his head and saluted.

The little boy put down the stick in his hand, looked up at Weilin, and said crisply, "My Lord."

Weilin looked apologetic and said, "I was a little carried away just now. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time. Come in and have a seat."

Entering the tent, Kyle sat on the left, and the little boy sat next to Kyle, looking around with curiosity in his eyes.

"This child was born from the egg formed by the Holy Flame."

"Yes, my lord." Kyle touched the boy's fiery red hair and introduced him with a smile, "I named him Silas. In Angelic language, it means Holy Flame, which is consistent with his origin."

Weilin looked at the confused child, waved at him, and said kindly, "Come here."

Silas glanced at his father, and after getting his affirmation, he trotted to Weilin and threw himself into his arms.

"You have imprisoned his strength."

Verin asked curiously, stroking the coils around Silas' neck.

Hearing this, Kyle nodded and replied, "My Lord, Silas was born at the middle level of gold. As the 20th Holy Flame Spirit born unexpectedly in the world, he had already obtained the qualification to ascend to the legendary level when he was born. Holy Flame Spirits born after him will need to accumulate their own knowledge like us."

"This is a gift from the world consciousness to the new and powerful race, but it is also a shackle. Power that is easily obtained is often not cherished, and the mentality is immature and easily influenced by others."

"I decided to let him go back to the path of cultivation and train his character."

Weilin touched the back of Silas' head, nodded, and said, "You are right. Power that is easily obtained will not be cherished. As a father, you must take on the responsibility of raising children!"

"Master, as long as you agree, please practice with Silas in the future." Kyle said with a slight smile on his face.

When Weilin heard this, he thought to himself that this was not good.

Xuemiya, who was sitting next to him, covered her mouth and laughed secretly. Weilin was really fooled by Kyle.