Chapter 823 A Gift to Mueller

Wein glanced around, then raised his glass and sighed: "We have shared honor and disgrace for ten years, but now I have to part with you. I am really reluctant."

"This cup, I toast you."

Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison: "Cheers to the lord."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone poured the strong liquor into their mouths and turned the glasses upside down to show their attitude.

"There are not so many etiquette rules today, everyone is free to do as they please."

Looking at the more than 200 people below, Weilin carried a bottle of wine and prepared to walk down and drink a glass with each person separately.

This separation, it will be difficult to see each other again in this life.

"Lord Weilin, this is not allowed." A general of the Crusaders looked at Weilin who poured wine for him, and quickly protected the wine glass, constantly saying words of refusal.

Although the lord said not to care about the rules, he dared not really care.

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

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

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

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

"However, as an army, you are still unqualified."

Ron replied respectfully: "Lord Weilin, you don't have to be like this. No one would look down on a group of vagrants."

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

"It is a gift from the goddess of life to follow you in this expedition."

Looking at the excited look on the face of the bearded man, Weilin could see that he was sincere.

"Okay, okay, come, drink this glass of wine, we will meet again if we are lucky enough."

"Lord Weilin, congratulations on your early ascension to the legend, may the goddess of life protect you."

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

After the conversation, Weilin came to the next general of the Crusader Army.

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 drank a little wine, ate barbecued rabbit monsters, and listened to the communication between his master and others, which was very interesting.

If nothing unexpected happens, the story of his master will be passed down from generation to generation from the mouths of these Crusader soldiers, in a village or a small town in the world of Valkham, or in the mouths of some bards.

As the night approached, everyone dispersed.

Weilin leaned against the wall and slowly dissipated the drunkenness.

Looking up at the full moon, Weilin's eyes gradually became clear, 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 closer quickly, helped him up, and respectfully reported: "Lord, Muller 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 helped Weilin to the pavilion by the lake, waved his hand to sweep away the fallen leaves on the stone bench, and let his lord sit on it.

After a while, after regaining consciousness, Weilin stood up and said: "Miller, you are tired today, go down and rest."

"Yes, Lord."

Miller bowed and saluted, and then left.

With steady steps, Weilin walked towards the study.

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

In the study, the two people sitting opposite each other heard the footsteps, stopped talking, stood up, and looked at the door.

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

Weilin, who pushed the door open, saw this and said with a smile: "Why are you so polite? Didn't we just meet in the daytime?"

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

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

By chance, he found that the water soaked with the leaves of the wind sweet fruit tree had the effect of refreshing the mind and relieving mental fatigue. 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 fragrance of the tea, Weilin felt as if he was in nature after taking a deep breath.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and his eyes lit up. He then took a 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 before drinking.

"Muller, 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 also during that meeting that you asked me to move from the Crusaders to the 15th 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 level of gold after five years of hard training, which is not in vain for the expectations of the chosen knight."

"Of course, I won't let you waste my favor."

"What favor or no favor? You got it by your own ability. Don't say that next time." Weilin laughed and scolded.

Seeing this, Muller laughed and said, "Yes, sir."

"Kyle, take the two books and a wooden box on the sixth grid of the third row on the bookshelf." Weilin turned to look at Kyle and ordered him.

Hearing this, Kyle nodded, and with a thought, he took the four things to the wooden table.

Muller looked down and saw that the title of the top book was "The Roaring Earth". As for the one below, the name could not be seen, which aroused people's reverie.

Weilin looked at his expression, smiled slightly, and said, "This is a parting gift, a personal gift from me to you."

"The Roaring Earth, this golden combat skill has a very impressive name, but I have never 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 has never practiced it either."

At this point, Weilin took the wooden box and opened it.

A faint light appeared, which surprised Mueller and made him a little overwhelmed for a moment.