Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

After some back and forth, the two successfully reached an agreement.

Contract 1: Lily Castle shall be responsible for the mining, refining and transportation of mithril, while Lion Castle shall be responsible for its distribution.

Contract Two: Of the annual revenue from the sale of mithril, Lion's Castle will receive 70% and Lily Castle will receive 30%.

Contract Three: Lion Keep will purchase mithril on its own and enjoy a 20% discount compared to the market price.

Contract Four: Lion Keep shall pay Lily Keep five battle sprites and five life potions.

Contract Five: ...

Contract Six: ...

......

After drafting the agreement, the two signed their names and affixed their respective seals, making two copies.

The agreement was thus formally reached.

Connors looked at the agreement signed on the specially made parchment and secretly made his calculations.

The current market price of Mithril in the Steel Dragon Kingdom is approximately:

30 gold coins per pound (1 pound ≈ 0.45 kilograms).

The cost of mining mithril is negligible.

Mining efficiency... damn it, why is the information in my head incomplete...?

"The predecessor of that 'thousand-year-old killer,' these things were all taught in the aristocratic classes. What do you mean by only hearing half of it?" Connors said indignantly.

"Alright, according to the contract, I need to pay you five battle Pokémon. Do you plan to choose them yourself, or should I send someone to deliver them?" Theodore asked after placing the agreement inside, as the air around him rippled like flowing water.

What kind of ability is this? A storage ring? Connors quickly asked:

"I'll choose myself!"

Theodore nodded slightly: "Get ready, I'll take you to Walled City."

"Now?!" Connors asked in surprise, but quickly realized, "Wait a moment, I need to give some instructions."

He walked quickly to the door and opened it.

With a "whoosh," a group of people dispersed from the doorway.

Connors's eyes were strange, but he couldn't care less about them at the moment, and he said to Julian:

"Remember to tell Sachs to keep an eye on the fertilizer fermentation."

"Also, go to my room and fetch me 500 gold coins, quick!"

"yes!"

Julian left quickly and returned a few minutes later, handing Connors a bulging package.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Lord Connors, are you leaving?"

Upon hearing this, Vivian panicked, rushed forward, and hugged Connors' waist tightly, pouting pitifully, "Lord Connors, don't you want Vivian anymore?"

Connors sighed, knelt down, patted her head, and comforted her, "Vivian, be good. I'll be away for a few days, but I'll be back soon."

"real?"

"More real than pearls." He thought for a moment, then added, "But I won't be around, so you'd better train hard, or I won't come back."

"I will definitely train hard!" Vivian promised loudly, and then reluctantly let go of her arms.

Connors nodded to Julian: "I'll leave this to you for now."

Julian bowed his head: "Your will is my mission."

Connors turned to Theodore and said, "I'm ready."

"Wait a minute," Theodore said abruptly, glancing at him.

Then, without a word, he approached Vivian, observed her carefully for a moment, and then offered a warm smile:

"Little girl, would you like to come with me?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere at the scene immediately fell silent.

Connors, standing behind, stared wide-eyed.

What does that mean?!

When I'm NTR'd?!

You shameless old bastard, you've gone too far!

Connors was furious and planned to clean house today.

Just as he was about to explode, he saw Vivian clutching the hem of her clothes and saying seriously:

"I'm sorry, Uncle, I don't want to leave Lord Connors."

Theodore said, "Really not going to consider it? Follow me, and your standards will be much higher than here."

Hmph... Connors was unconvinced, but he knew that what his duke father said was true.

At least for now, Lily Castle is inferior to Lion Castle.

Lion Keep is the core of the entire Southern Territory, gathering all the resources, talents, and information of the Southern Territory, far surpassing the remote and impoverished Lily Town.

But it doesn't matter, I'm cheating, I have an intelligence system, I believe it won't be long before my Lily Castle surpasses Lion Castle.

Vivian shook her head without hesitation: "I'd rather stay by Lord Connors' side."

Theodore was somewhat disappointed. He said no more, stood up and walked to Connors' side.

Connors snorted coldly, but didn't actually retaliate.

Theodore ignored his displeasure and put his hand on his shoulder.

The next second, the two disappeared from the spot.

......

The night was as dark as ink, dotted with countless stars.

A fiery meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a long, crimson arc in the darkness.

Not far ahead, a giant city appeared on the horizon.

As the distance closed, the cityscape became increasingly clear.

The city lights shone like a dragon, standing out like a lighthouse on the dark earth.

The meteor streaked across the sky above the city without a care and landed in Lion Keep, located in the heart of the city.

In the garden, the flames subsided, and Connors emerged, sporting an American-style spike.

He now understands where Bell's hairstyle came from.

"Father."

A mature voice rang out beside him, and Connors looked over.

A tall woman in a black evening gown and a dragon-scale patterned cloak came into view standing to the side.

"So beautiful..." Connors exclaimed inwardly.

The woman had snow-white skin, a high nose bridge, dreamy silver eye rings, and neatly styled long black hair that revealed her fair, high crown. She had a classic oval face and possessed the unique three-dimensionality of a Western beauty.

His face always carried a calmness similar to that of the Duke, dignified and polite, yet distant.

His gaze shifted downwards, and he couldn't help but scoff, a contemptuous smirk playing on his lips.

Sure enough, outstanding people even have an A cup size.

Sylvia frowned.

For some reason, Connors's gaze made her a little uncomfortable, but her politeness and manners prevented her from showing it.

She lifted her skirt and gave an elegant aristocratic bow: "Long time no see, nineteenth brother."

Connors returned the greeting: "Long time no see, Sister Sylvia."

Theodore said, "Perfect timing, Sylvia is here. You can take Connors to the elf greenhouse and let him choose five elves."

"Yes, Father." Sylvia bowed slightly.

Looking up at her father's departing figure, Sylvia's eyes flashed with confusion.

Was Father's previous departure because of Connors?

A thought flashed through her mind, and she turned to look at Connors: "Come with me."

The two walked through the courtyard, gardens, and corridors, going deeper and deeper until they finally entered the underground of Lion's Castle.

After passing through a series of corridors guarded by knights, they entered the Jon family's treasury.

The vault was a very spacious room, like an underground palace.

There were several areas, and Sylvia led Connors into one of the rooms. He noticed four words written on the nameplate on the door.

Elf Greenhouse.

He remembered that his family's castle also had one, but it wasn't as big as this one.

After following Sylvia inside, the scene inside the room came into view.

This is a huge room built of blue stone bricks, with a series of circular bases inside, each planted with a towering tree.

Numerous points of light were seen flying in mid-air; upon closer inspection, each point of light contained a spirit of a different form.

Upon seeing someone enter, the elves flew over curiously.

"Ah, it's Sylvia."

"Sylvia, it's been so long since you've come."

"Sister Sylvia has become even more beautiful."

Let's play together!

"Hey, who's this?" An elf noticed Connors standing to the side and flew over curiously, circling around him and looking him up and down.

Sylvia explained:

"The creatures living in this elf greenhouse are all battle-type elves that are currently without owners in the family."

She walked to the cabinet by the door, picked up a book as thick as a dictionary, handed it to Connors, and then said:

"This is the greenhouse directory, which records information about each Pokémon. It can be used as a reference for you."

"Also, remember, you cannot force an unwilling elf to go with you."

Connors asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Sylvia glanced at him and said, "A knight's power comes mostly from the elves and a small part from his physical body. If the elves dislike you or are dissatisfied with you, it can be fatal in battle."

Connors suddenly realized that he had thought the knight was in a superior position in this contract between the elf and the knight, but it turned out to be the other way around.

"As expected of Sister Sylvia, you are truly knowledgeable, which I admire greatly." Connors flattered her.

Sylvia's eyes flashed with surprise as she looked him up and down as if she were seeing him for the first time, until Connors felt uneasy under her gaze and couldn't take it anymore, so she asked:

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Sylvia shook her head: "It seems that Father was right to send you away."

Connors was somewhat annoyed: "What makes you say that?"

"If it were in the past, you would have said something like, 'Ha, I already knew, I just didn't think of it. Do I need you, you bastard, to play the good guy?'" Sylvia said casually, feigning exaggeration.

Upon hearing this, Connors' face froze, his toes curling up in embarrassment, wishing he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground.

It feels like those dead memories are starting to attack me again.

The predecessor did indeed do something similar before.

Compared to Sylvia, her predecessor was like trash in the mud, inferior to Sylvia in ability, talent, and character.

He felt that Sylvia had overshadowed his own brilliance and monopolized his father's favor, so he always treated her very badly and would often speak harshly to her.

Connors chuckled twice: "People, well, they all... they all change."

"I also hope that Sister Sylvia will forgive her brother for his past rudeness."

If I was surprised before, this time I was utterly astonished.

Sylvia never expected that in less than a year, when they met again, her brother, who had such a bad temper, would be like a completely different person.

It's like telling you one day that Cao Cao no longer liked other men's wives, and that he reformed and fell in love with Liu Bei.

It's truly astonishing.

Sylvia said somewhat awkwardly, "It's okay, I didn't take it to heart."

Connors nodded slightly, turned his head and focused his gaze on the list, casually flipping through it, looking somewhat troubled.

This list is thicker than a dictionary; when will we ever finish selecting it?

"Sister Sylvia, do you have any suggestions?" Connors asked helplessly after looking through the documents for a long time without any clue.

This was a rare opportunity, and he didn't want to waste it.

Sylvia thought for a moment and said:

"The choice of battle spirit is usually linked to the knight who will be contracting the spirit."

"Each battle spirit possesses unique abilities due to its different birth methods and different stages."

"During the sprite stage, knights are generally granted three abilities, which are typically influenced by three factors: the type of sprite, the sprite itself, and the creature it was born from."

"For example, a spirit born from a sword is called a sword spirit, and this type of spirit usually has the ability of [sharpness]."

Connors immediately thought of the day Julian introduced him to his elf Archie.

"And what kind of sword it comes from, that's what the so-called 'birth product' refers to."

"Generally speaking, greatswords usually have the ability of [Sword and Shield], rapiers have [Continuous Thrust], and greatswords have [Crescent Slash]. I won't go into details here."

"The last point is the [Pokémon itself], or more accurately, the [Pokémon's uniqueness]. Every Pokémon is unique, and this last move is determined by the Pokémon's uniqueness; there is no set pattern."

Sylvia observed Connors for a moment and said, "If you want to prepare elves for your knights, then elves and knights should be compatible."

Connors was in a bit of a predicament; how could he know which elf would be suitable for his few under his command?

Just then, the melodious sound of bells suddenly rang out from afar.