"Miller."
Miller stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Lord Kyle, please give your orders."
"Take Seraphina and her brother back to Sollier City. Let them wash up first."
"Yes."
After the siblings left, Velin and Kyle mounted their Red Phosphorus Horses, took the remaining guards, and departed the prisoner camp.
Several kilometers from the prisoner camp, Kyle stopped and waved for the guards to stand watch. He then sent a memory orb into his lord's body.
Velin closed his eyes and carefully absorbed the knowledge Kyle had passed on. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he muttered to himself, "This time, I need to squeeze out a proper sum."
Hearing this, Kyle showed a knowing expression. Fortunately, he had sent the siblings back to the city first. Otherwise, he would not have known how to explain it to his first disciple.
Realizing he had misspoken, Velin coughed lightly and said with a straight face, "Isn't this all for the development of the territory?"
"My lord, what compensation do you intend to demand from the Duke of Moravia?" Kyle could not help asking.
"First, I'll send several hundred Mage Apprentices to the Duke's Territory of Moravia. I'll have my maternal grandfather provide both money and people to help me cultivate talent. Then... well, I haven't thought of the rest yet. I'll decide after thinking it over for a few days. With such a good disciple, I refuse to believe my maternal grandfather won't be tempted."
Velin narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint smile on his lips.
Hearing that first condition, Kyle could not help twitching at the corner of his mouth. Still, based on his limited understanding of the Duke of Moravia, there was a high chance the duke would agree to such an outrageous demand.
After making an excuse