Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 119

The First Saintess's Residence.

The girl in the white dress frowned slightly after hearing what the believer said.

"Lily Town..."

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During this time, she occasionally heard rumors about that remote border town in the south.

She remembered that Sophia seemed to have escaped back from that place last time... Could there be some connection between them...?

The girl was lost in thought.

"Holy Maiden, should we do something?" asked the believer who came to report to her.

The First Saintess hesitated briefly, then shook her head: "For now, it's not necessary. However, you must find a way to join the accompanying group. Sophia's escape last time might be related to this town. Find an opportunity to investigate their relationship."

"Yes." The believer bowed his head.

Hecate sat behind her desk, staring intently at the documents before her, her beautiful brows furrowed in thought.

After participating in the integration plan, the workload was not as large as before, but the quality improved a lot, and difficult problems came one after another.

Hecate sighed, feeling that things were even worse than before. Her brain often felt completely drained; in Connors' words, another ten thousand brain cells had died.

Knock knock knock...

A knock came at the door, and Sylvia's voice came from behind it: "Hecate, are you busy? I have something to ask you."

"Please come in," Hecate said.

The door opened, and Sylvia, dressed in an elegant black dress, entered. She was graceful and dignified, like a snow lotus blooming high in the mountains, standing proudly alone.

"What's wrong, Sister Sylvia?" Hecate asked, blinking her big eyes.

The two had known each other in Giantwall City, and their friendship deepened during their time working together in Lily Town. Now they call each other sisters, which is enough to prove how good their relationship is.

Sylvia took a form from her levitating bracelet, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Hecate, saying with a puzzled tone, "When I was looking at the financial statements of Lily Town, I found that the ownership of a sum of money was always unknown. According to the records, this money was collected by Sir Julian and used to distribute to hundreds of miners, but I couldn't find where the money went, and there was no list of miners at all."

Hecate listened to Sylvia's words, glanced at the documents in her hand, and her eyes flickered slightly: "I know about this payment, but you'd better ask Connors. When I asked him before, he was vague and clearly didn't want to tell me."

Sylvia nodded: "I understand."

She then left the office and went straight to the castle study.

Currently, Silvia is the leader of the Southern Integration Project, while Hecate runs the Yotsukoshi Trading Company, assisting her from the sidelines.

Perhaps due to the habits she developed from her previous role overseeing the southern border, she disliked the presence of things she didn't understand within her sphere of authority, as it made her uneasy.

Upon arriving at the study, Sylvia knocked on the door and entered.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Connors asked, putting down the book.

"I'm here to ask you about something." Sylvia showed him the form: "What's the deal with this payment? Hecate said she needs to ask you."

Connors looked at it with suspicion, and after seeing the record, a look of understanding flashed across his face.

This is the salary of the miners in the Cliff Mountains. They work in the mountains for a long time, living a hard life, and have never returned to Lily Town. Connors is considerate of them, so he gives them very high wages and has also specially arranged for a cook to be stationed in the mine to improve their meals.

This expense was not small; it was probably because of its large size and the vague record that it attracted Sylvia's attention.

His father had always handled the mithril mine matters personally, and it seemed he was unaware of Sylvia's involvement.

The old man's secrecy measures are quite good... Connors thought for a moment and felt that there seemed to be nothing he couldn't tell Sylvia now.

"Come with me, I'll show you around, you might understand it better that way," Connors said, standing up.

Sylvia looked puzzled, but nodded nonetheless.

As the train swayed, Sylvia looked out the window and saw the scenery gradually becoming desolate, with fewer and fewer people around, and then, slowly, lush trees began to appear.

This is the road leading to the cliff mountains... Sylvia watched silently.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a cliff.

The two got off the car.

Sylvia frowned. She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down into the endless abyss.

When~

When~

When~

The Earth Knight had very keen senses; she vaguely heard a series of knocking sounds coming from the bottom of the cliff.

"Then we'll have to walk for a while," Connors said.

He then walked ahead with his hands behind his back, leading the way. Sylvia followed behind, and looking at his leisurely figure, she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"He seemed very familiar with this place."

Before long, a huge crane installed on the edge of the cliff appeared before the two of them, with its rope hanging down to the bottom of the cliff and disappearing into a deep abyss.

Next to the crane, there is a simple pavilion, roughly the size of a security guard booth.

"This is..." Sylvia's eyes narrowed slightly.

Just then, the door to the guard booth opened, and an elderly man in work clothes came out, his face wary, as if he had heard the sound of their footsteps on the gravel and had come to investigate. When the old man saw Connors, his expression brightened, and he quickly stepped forward: "Oh dear, Lord Connors, why didn't you let me know you were coming? I could have sent someone to inform Sir Julian."

Connors waved his hand: "It's nothing serious, I just brought my sister here for a visit."

The old man was slightly taken aback, then his face lit up with joy, and he cautiously asked, "Sir, are we almost able to go home?"

Sylvia stood to the side, saying nothing, listening quietly.

Connors smiled. "Pretty much. Before long, you won't have to live at the mine anymore. You can go back to town after get off work. Trust me, you'll be amazed when you get back."

The old man's face showed longing. The treatment here was very good, but life was very boring. When they rested, there was almost no entertainment. A bunch of old men were almost suffocating. If they were to suppress their feelings for a while longer, it was not impossible that some unspeakable things would happen.

He seemed to have been there for quite some time... Sylvia silently watched the interaction between the two, observing their words and actions.

Connors ordered, "Prepare the crane, we're going down."

"Yes, ma'am."

The old man quickly returned to the pavilion, and when he came out again, a rhombus-shaped energy crystal appeared in his hand.

He went to the control panel of the crane, inserted the energy crystal into the groove, and the magic power lit up inch by inch along the magic crystal link.

With the development of magic crystal technology, the equipment here has also been replaced. Originally, four or five strong men were needed to stay in this guard post so that when needed, people could be sent down from above or brought up from below by rope.

Now that the Magic Crystal technology is involved, a lot of work has been saved, and the guard post has been taken over by this old man.

As the wheel turned, a spacious platform slowly rose from the edge of the cliff.

The two stepped onto the platform, and under the old man's control, the platform began to slowly descend, gradually disappearing into the darkness of the abyss.

"Sister Sylvia, what I want to show you is down here," Connors said with a smile, leaning against the railing.

Sylvia gave a soft "hmm," then looked up in the direction they had landed and asked, "If someone down below wants to go up, how will the people up know?"

Connors explained, "Magic Crystal technology doesn't yet have the ability to transmit information remotely, so the way we use it to transmit information is rather primitive. Do you see the rope hanging down over there?"

Sylvia looked beyond the railing, where a thick rope stood alone on the platform, hanging downwards.

"When someone wants to go up, the people below just need to shake this rope, and the bell at the end of the rope will ring, alerting the guards inside the post."

"What if something happens to the person who stays at the post?" Sylvia continued to ask.

Connors smiled slightly, a smile that revealed complete control. "Every now and then, I'll send someone here to check on things. If anything unexpected happens, it will definitely be discovered. At the very least, Julian is here every day keeping an eye on things, and he'll definitely find a way to notify me if anything goes wrong."

Sylvia seemed lost in thought. She was growing increasingly curious about what it was that Connors was so concerned about, and what had prompted such stringent protective measures. Judging from the sounds coming from below, she had narrowed it down to a specific area, but wasn't entirely certain.

After a few minutes of descent, the sound in Sylvia's ears became more and more distinct; it was a sound similar to hitting some kind of hard object.

A few more minutes passed, and the veins at the bottom of the cliff gradually became visible.

After seeing the scene below, Sylvia's eyes slowly widened.

The walls and the ground were dotted with many large pits, and in these pits were many figures that looked like ants. Upon closer inspection, they were wielding pickaxes, digging out pieces of bright silver ore from the pit walls.

"This is..." She suddenly looked at Connors, her eyes urgent, as if seeking confirmation of her suspicions.

Connors smiled and nodded: "That's right, Sister Sylvia, there's a huge mithril mine down there."

Sylvia took a deep breath, her face showing undisguised shock.

Mithril, a strategic resource comparable to that of Earth Knights, can significantly enhance an Earth Knight's combat and defensive capabilities by providing armor made from it.

"I discovered this place a year ago. I knew I couldn't take over this mithril mine on my own, so I partnered with my father. I would develop it, and he would handle the sales." Connors sighed as he recalled that a year had passed since he had transmigrated here.

"A year ago..." Sylvia recalled that time when her father suddenly left without warning.

So that's what it was about.

She asked with a hint of bitterness, "Why didn't Father tell me?"

"Uh..." Connors thought for a moment, then answered frankly, "I don't know either."

Sylvia exhaled, somewhat excited: "Based on our own measurements, this mithril mine is extremely large, even far larger than all the known mithril mines in the Steel Dragon Kingdom."

"Really?" Connors was taken aback.

"The formation of mithril veins is said to be extremely demanding, requiring areas with highly concentrated magic to form," Sylvia said. "Most of the mithril veins in the kingdom are controlled by the royal family, but their veins are all very small, probably not even as big as yours combined."

Connors thought for a moment, somewhat puzzled: "A high-concentration magic area? How does this cliff-like mountain range resemble a high-concentration magic area?"

Sylvia smiled and asked, "What caused the formation of the Cliff Mountains?"

Connors thought for a moment, then froze.

Legend has it that two top experts once fought here, their battle so powerful it shook the heavens and earth, splitting the mountain range along its ridgeline. The rift valley in the middle was created by the impact of their battle.

"I speculate that this place was once a region with a high concentration of magic, but after the mithril vein was formed, the magic was gradually depleted, and it became what it is today," Sylvia speculated, stroking her chin.

"How powerful must this person be..." Connors gasped.

Sylvia shook her head: "I don't know, but I'm sure the Earth Knight couldn't do that, and I doubt even the Sky Knight could manage it."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Connors, this place cannot be exposed. If the royal family or the other dukes find out, it could cause a bloodbath."

"With their father around, they should be able to take care of many things," Connors said.

Although Connors is the lord of Lily Town and the son of the Grand Duke, Lily Town is located on the frontier, and his predecessor was inexperienced in worldly affairs, so he has very little sensitivity to politics.

Sylvia chuckled, "You're too naive. It seems that sending you to the frontier for training isn't without its drawbacks."

"If your mithril mine weren't this large, they would indeed be mindful of Father's influence. But your mithril mine is simply too vast; I can't see its end in the distance. If they find out, they'll go crazy."

Both of them knew who "them" referred to.

"So, you spent all that money on these miners?" Seeing Connors nod, she remarked, "You really are generous."

"They deserve it. To keep the news under wraps, they've been at the mine for at least a year, living in this dark, sunless place at the bottom of the cliff. They deserve this," Connors said, shaking his head.

A look of admiration flashed in Sylvia's eyes.

Those who aspire to greatness are always worthy of respect.

In this era, it is very rare to achieve what Connors has done.

"How much Mithril do you have in stock right now?" Sylvia asked.

Connors thought for a moment: "Tens of thousands of pounds, most of them were sold through my father's channels."

Sylvia nodded, then shook her head: "Your understanding of mithril is too weak. Compared to magic crystal technology, this is the treasure you need to explore more deeply."

Connors raised his hand: "I know what you mean, but mithril is just too conspicuous. If I were to arm an army with it, it would be like lighting torches in the dark, attracting a lot of attention."

"So, you're saying your utilization of mithril is too weak..."

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Sylvia shook her head, her tone disappointed.