Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Lily Town, Lily Fort.

A luxurious and opulent room, with messy and damp sheets.

The air was filled with the scent of hormones.

Connors glanced around and then froze.

Have I traveled through time?

A torrent of memories suddenly flooded his mind, gushing out like a geyser and overwhelming his reason.

Connors Jon, Duke of Steel Dragonflight, the nineteenth son of the Grand Duke of the South.

Although he has a face that would make Tony Leung feel ashamed and Eddie Peng feel inferior, he is not talented and is uneducated.

On his eighteenth birthday, he was granted only a baronial title and was sent by his father to the poor and remote town of Lily.

Lily Town, covering only 1,500 acres, is quite meager compared to its other siblings who received fiefdoms.

Of course, his abilities were also very meager compared to his other siblings.

Now at eighteen, he can't even reach the level of a guardian knight. Even his twenty-ninth brother, who is five years younger than him and the youngest among his siblings, can easily defeat him.

Connors could only manage a wry smile.

"A bad start."

"Knock knock knock..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately, a pretty figure wearing an orange dress with a sun pattern pushed open the door and entered. Looking at Connors, her face flushed red as she said shyly:

"Honey, breakfast is ready, just waiting for you."

Connors looked at Qiaoying with a look of amazement in his eyes.

Her moist eyes were like a clear spring, her shy face exuded charm and affection, her slender and tall figure was strong, and her white hair fell to her waist.

The visitor was his fiancée, named Talia, from a small family in the southern border, who was said to have a close relationship with the Duke's family.

Hmph, needless to say, it's definitely a dirty political marriage behind the scenes... But I like it.

As I recall, the two of them had a fierce struggle in the bedroom last night, and their screams echoed throughout the entire night.

His assessment of this was:

Talia is a woman who is gentle to the extreme.

"Could it be that she's been drained dry...?" he muttered to himself, then flashed a warm smile: "Okay, go to the restaurant and wait for me. I'll be right there."

Talia nodded, then glanced at the soaked sheets, as if she had thought of something, and walked out shyly.

It feels, it seems, it's like... time travel isn't so bad? Connors put on his clothes while a smirk played on his lips.

"Ding-dong! Daily intelligence system loading..."

A mechanical voice devoid of any emotion suddenly rang in my mind.

He paused in the act of buttoning his shirt, his eyes widening.

"Ding-dong, Daily Intelligence System loaded!"

Along with the notification sound, a large amount of information was poured into his brain.

A fluorescent blue light screen unfolded before him:

[Daily intelligence update complete]

[Information 1: The bed sheets contain a potent toxin.]

[Second intelligence report: Your servant Owen secretly harbors feelings for your fiancée.]

[Intelligence 3: A fairy silkworm has been born on the grape farm]

[Information 4: The lilies at the Lily Farm have begun to wither]

Connors' breath hitched, his eyes fixed on [Intelligence 1].

This information answered a question that had been weighing on his mind: how exactly did his predecessor die?

Connors's face darkened.

He couldn't understand who wanted to murder a baron who posed no real threat.

Besides the water from Talia, there were also toxins on the bed sheets?

and many more.....

Water...toxins...

Could it be Talia who poisoned them?

But how exactly did she poison him? Connors looked completely bewildered.

However, based on the use of poison, he deduced that if the murderer was indeed Talia, then she would definitely have some reservations and would not dare to act recklessly.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to just end the previous life with a single blow when the man is at his most excited, since that's when men are most relaxed and alert?

"Hmm, we can't rush things. We can try testing the waters again today."

He temporarily suppressed his doubts and looked at the other pieces of information.

When Connors saw the second intelligence report, his heart skipped a beat.

If Owen hadn't arrived a few years earlier than Talia, he would have almost suspected that the two were working together.

Intelligence three, the Elf Silkworm... He couldn't help but recall the peculiarities of this world.

This world has elves and dragons.

They are formed by nature, are the essence of heaven and earth, and are almost the primary productive force in this world.

Needless to say, dragons are incredibly precious. There is only one in the entire Steel Dragon Kingdom, and the kingdom was established based on this dragon.

In particular, the steel produced by the Steel Dragon can be used as a material to make magical artifacts.

When the original body went to the capital, it caught a glimpse of it from afar.

Its size was larger than his castle, its roar shook the heavens and earth and could be heard from miles away, and the flapping of its wings would create hurricanes.

Compared to dragons, elves are much more common.

Depending on their purpose, spirits are divided into "battle spirits" and "production spirits".

His father, Lord Jon, had two Elvenkings, one for fighting and one for producing.

The Elf King can live for 400 years. Theoretically, the lifespan of an elf is the time it takes for their family to continue its glory.

Below the Elf King are the Great Elves, who can live for 200 years.

House Jon Snow has 36 Great Elves, who are responsible for more than half of the production work and help the family cultivate farmland and grow various plants.

Below the large elf are the smaller elves, who can live for 100 years.

Below the little sprite is the sprite silkworm mentioned in the information, which can only live for 10 years.

It is said that there is also a special kind of spirit called the Dragon Spirit.

However, I only knew about its predecessor from biographies and had never seen it in person, so its authenticity is questionable.

The journey from the silkworm to the king of spirits is extremely difficult.

It can be described as one in a hundred, one in a thousand, one in ten thousand...

Throughout the entire 120-year history of House Jon, the number of Elvenkings they have had could not be counted on one hand.

The father had many sons, and because they were not ambitious and were not valued, they did not receive many resources when they left home.

There is only one production-type sprite and ten production-type silkworm sprites, as well as one guardian knight and five knight attendants, and some other resources.

"I wish it were a fighting-type Pokémon..." Connors sighed.

In this way, even if he cannot use it himself, he can entrust it to a trusted servant to increase the strength of his territory.

After reading the last piece of information, he pondered for a moment, but had no particular thoughts at the moment.

......

restaurant.

Connors sat at the table, cut off a slice of sausage, put it in his mouth and chewed, his eyes subtly observing Talia.

"Honey, what's wrong? You've seemed a little off since you woke up this morning."

Talia then came over and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, her face full of concern:

"Is there anything that's bothering you?"

"It's nothing." Connors glanced at her, a knowing look on his face. "Maybe you were just too greedy last night, you little vixen."

"Ugh~" Talia said shyly, giving his shoulder a playful punch.

After flirting with Talia for a while, Connors instructed the butler standing nearby:

"Sachs, I'm going to visit the vineyards. Get the carriage ready."

"Also, have someone change the bed sheets in the bedroom."

Upon hearing this, Talia lowered her head somewhat embarrassed, her face blushing.

Seriously, in front of so many people...

Sachs dutifully replied, "Yes, Master Connors."

Connors decided to leave Talia aside for the time being, even though he now strongly suspected her, but he had no evidence.

After all, his values ​​and education from his previous life are still intact, and he cannot bring himself to decide a person's life or death based solely on suspicion.

He decided to wait until evening when he refreshed the intelligence again to see if he could find any unexpected surprises.

After finishing his meal, he boarded a carriage, accompanied by Sachs and a knight squire, and headed to the vineyard.

The wheels lurched along the muddy road, creating an extremely bumpy ride. A foul odor filled the air, like a mixture of sweat and excrement.

About half an hour later, the air began to fill with the aroma of grapes.

The road was slightly elevated, and Connors looked out from the carriage window.

An endless expanse of grapevines came into view, with clusters of purple grapes hanging on them.

The entire vineyard covers fifty acres and is a vital economic pillar for the entire town of Lily.

Turning his gaze away, Connors looked at the knight squire beside him, Bell.

He asked, "How's the training going? How far are you from becoming a Guardian Knight?"

"My physical fitness has already met the standards, but..." Bell smiled wryly.

"As you know, becoming a Guardian Knight requires forming a contract with a battle spirit, and I'm afraid... it won't be possible for a very long time."

Squires are still considered ordinary people, but the next level up is the Guardian Knight, which represents the leap from mortal to extraordinary.

There are two conditions to become a Guardian Knight:

One of them is a battle-type Pokémon.

One is the strong body required for contract battle-type Pokémon.

Connors raised an eyebrow, reading something else from Bell's words.

It seems that the knights in the castle are not very optimistic about their future.

As the carriage came to a stop, the butler Sachs's voice came from outside the curtain:

"Lord Connors, we have arrived."