Chapter 154 Baron Wesker

Six kinds of fruit tree seeds, seven kinds of grain crop seeds.

In addition to holly wheat and Qingyang fruit, the other fruit tree and grain crop seeds have a prominent feature, short growth cycle, large yield, and corresponding poor taste, but they are very good staple food for civilians.

"It can improve the food structure of the territory and plan the planting area more reasonably." Weilin closed the book and muttered to himself.

Compared with these things, this six-cubic-meter space ring is also precious.

Finally, Weilin put the book, fruit and seeds into the space ring and began to rest. There are still things to deal with tomorrow.

At dawn the next day, Kyle entered the room with a basin of hot water.

Lifting the blanket and shielding his sight with his hands, Weilin looked at the sunlight scattered in from the window and sat up slowly.

"How are Hebrew, Dosius and Cassius?" Weilin asked while washing his face with warm water.

"I got up an hour ago and am preparing for today's spectacle duel." Kyle handed over the towel with ease and answered respectfully.

"Let's go."

After washing up, Weilin took Kyle to have breakfast, and then took a few other people to an artificial stream site on the left side of the manor, where the banquet was held.

At this moment, many nobles arrived early and greeted each other politely.

According to the data given by the Governor of Cardero Province this year, there are eighty-three noble families in the entire province. Only eighteen noble families meet the requirements of whether they can participate in military wars.

In other words, in Cardero Province, only these eighteen noble families have the right to speak, which is less than half of the number of nobles in the entire province. The title of the weakest province in the kingdom is well deserved.

These eighteen noble families, including Alcott, Edgar and another viscount who was promoted from baron, have eight viscounts and ten barons.

As Weilin, who had just become a baron from a pioneer knight, was one of them.

When the small nobles around met Weilin, they adjusted their postures and took the initiative to salute.

Weilin smiled and returned the salute, being humble and polite, and did not show arrogance because of the unequal status.

"Sir Verin, long time no see."

"Baron Wesker, it's been two years, and you're still in good health." Verin took the initiative to hug the middle-aged nobleman and greeted him cordially.

Wesker Grosvenor exclaimed sincerely: "When we first met, the Sir was still a pioneer, but I didn't expect that he has become a powerful baron now."

As a minor noble, he also witnessed the rise of the other party.

"Let's go over there and talk."

The two came to a leisure chair and sat down and started to communicate.

"Duke, your second son, is a very hardworking knight. This is the evaluation of him by the guardian knight I trust."

Wesker smiled when he heard this: "Duke can be evaluated by your guardian knight, which makes me, as a father, feel honored."

"As a lord outside the border, I am very eager for talents. I wonder if the baron has any recommendations?"

Hearing Weilin's words, Wesker felt that the opportunity had come, and asked respectfully: "I don't know what kind of talents you need. I, the children of the Grosvenor family, hope to meet your needs."

"I admire knights like Duke who work hard." Weilin did not answer directly, but gave Wesker a sample.

"I am honored to get your answer."

Wesker looked at Wesker and said: "As my first business partner, I can give you 500 bottles of ice blue potion, a specialty of my territory, for distribution."

"Thank you for your generosity, Sir Weilin." Wesker instantly felt like a pie in the sky. He was able to get the sales rights of this precious potion, and felt that his original choice was very wise.

After the first phase of the war of the Serop Corps, the Ice Blue Potion has proved its value.

In the market, a bottle of Ice Blue Potion costs fifteen gold coins, but the premise is that you have a channel to buy it. Small nobles like them have some spare money, but no channel to buy it.

As for the commercial camp next to the Brazilian A camp, small nobles like them dare not compete with those powerful nobles for the Ice Blue Potion.

Unconsciously, Wesker has put his status below Weilin, and he is willing to do so.

"As long as the talents recommended by the baron are in my eyes, each person is equivalent to the purchase right of a blue and purple horse."

"Please rest assured, Sir, I will do my best to select talents for you."

Hearing this news, Wesker was excited and incoherent, feeling that he must have been favored by the goddess of life to have such an opportunity.

"Hahaha, Baron Wesker, there is no need to be like this. You and I are of the same title, there is no need to talk to me like this." Weilin looked at Wesker and couldn't help saying.

"My lord, it's my honor."

At this time, Kyle came to Weilin and reported in a low voice.

"Baron Wesker, my cousin wants to see me, so I'll go over first. We'll talk next time."

Looking at Weilin's back as he left, Wesker had a feeling that he might have to kneel down and talk to Weilin next time.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about those things. With the distribution rights of the ice blue potion and the purchase quota of the blue and purple horse, the opportunity for the Grosvenor family to rise is now.

Coming to a pavilion, Brian, Edgar's eldest son Alick, Alcott's eldest son Cowell, Viscount Moncas's eldest son Cassius and another young noble son, a total of five people.

"Cousin, who is this?"

Seeing this, Brian smiled and explained: "This is Mordred Barritt, the eldest son of Viscount Algernon Barritt, Alcott's cousin's friend."

"Nice to meet you, Ser Vaelin." Mordred stood up, put his right hand on his chest, bent his body slightly, and said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Mordred."

"Verin, Mordred, let's sit down and talk." Brian asked the two of them to sit down.

Afterwards, several servants brought tea and cakes into the pavilion and placed them neatly on the stone table for six people to enjoy.

A few people were chatting, and then they got involved in the spectator duel.

"Weilin, who are you going to send to fight?" Brian asked curiously.

"Can't I?"

Verin said half-jokingly, causing several others to laugh.

"You all go up to duel, and we still have to be caught up by our father's stick." Cowell laughed at the side.

Upon hearing this, Mordred responded with a smile: "Verin, if you go up to a duel, I bet that not many people would dare to compete with you."

"Okay, okay, let's liven up the atmosphere. If I compete, it will destroy the meaning of the spectator duel." Weilin waved his hand and responded to everyone with a smile.