Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

After leaving Lion's Castle, the two traveled through the city streets in a carriage.

Connors looked out the window and took in the view of the street.

It is now late at night, but the city of Giant Wall is still brightly lit, with vendors calling out their wares and cars and horses flowing through the streets.

Although it cannot compare to the cities of my previous life, it is already quite remarkable in this feudal medieval era.

At least, there are no shacks or emaciated residents here.

Of course, there was still a stench on the street, and he had just seen someone defecating on the side of the road.

Looking at this prosperous scene, Connors thought to himself, "My territory will develop even better than this place in the future."

The carriage traveled for a while longer, and after a few turns, it stopped on a deserted side road.

Connors was the first to get off the carriage, and as Sylvia got off, he gentlemanly extended his hand to help her.

Sylvia paused for a moment, then said "thank you" in a ladylike manner.

Although Sylvia's physique was strong enough to kick the carriage away, she didn't need any help at all.

But this is a matter of etiquette, and nobles usually appreciate this.

Sylvia looked around and asked, "This doesn't seem like a place for shopping."

This place is far from the bustling streets and very close to the slums on the west side of Giantwall City.

Connors said nothing, instructed the coachman to wait there, and then led Sylvia deeper into the alley.

After wandering around the alley for a while, I came to a door with a collar mark on it and knocked on it.

"Squeak..." The door opened, making a heartbreaking sound.

A burly, dark-skinned man opened the door, his eyes warily scanning the two. Upon seeing Connors' face, his expression changed instantly, like a Sichuan opera mask-changing, a fawning smile spreading across his face as he rubbed his hands together and said:

"Oh my, oh my, it's Lord Connors! What a rare guest!"

"I was heartbroken when I heard you were exiled."

Connors smiled:

"Long time no see, Vali. Luckily you haven't moved, or I wouldn't be able to find you. I've come to buy some slaves."

"Alright, alright, of course no problem. You know the quality of my slaves. You can rest assured when buying from me." Vali gave an ambiguous smile.

Only then did his gaze pass over Connors' shoulder and fall on the woman following behind him.

An intellectual woman with silver eye rings stared at him expressionlessly, her eyes looking at him like he was trash.

Vali's smile froze instantly, and he screamed in terror:

"Lady Sylvia...?!"

Everyone in the Great Wall City knows that Sylvia detests the slave trade the most.

Under her influence, several years ago, Giantwall became one of the few cities to ban the slave trade.

He was almost wiped out, but fortunately, his connections accumulated over the years in Giant Wall City came in handy, allowing him to escape.

After the storm passed, he discovered a huge hole in the slave market of Giant Wall City, so he returned to his old ways.

Sylvia's attack did not worsen his business; instead, it helped him eliminate his competitors, allowing him to absorb the entire market of Giantwall City and become the largest slave trader in Giantwall City.

They made a fortune.

Vali's expression turned bitter: "Lord Connors, what...do you mean? I don't think I've offended you."

Connors rolled his eyes: "Enough nonsense, take me to see the goods first. With me here, you'll be safe."

"...Yes." Vali reluctantly stepped inside first: "Please follow me, both of you."

After Vali went inside, Sylvia looked at Connors with an icy expression: "I hope you can give me an explanation?"

"Your so-called shopping is buying slaves?"

Connors shrugged indifferently: "That's right."

"You..." Sylvia was so angry that she choked. She turned to walk back, "I'm sorry, I can't comply. I can't be your guard."

"Okay, you follow behind me for now, we'll talk after I finish shopping."

"And don't you want to know why your efforts to control the slave trade haven't yielded the desired results?"

Connors quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house without giving her a chance to object.

Sylvia was stunned when she saw her hand being held, her eyes filled with disbelief. Connors's forcefulness had exceeded her expectations.

Once they realized what was happening, they immediately tried to break free.

But when she thought about the reasons he had just mentioned for the failure to control the slave trade, Sylvia bit her lip and did not resist, letting him lead her into the house.

From childhood to adulthood, she could easily surpass others in everything she did, except for this one thing, where she repeatedly failed. No matter how much she refined her plans, the slave trade would always spring up like mushrooms after rain.

Upon entering the house and seeing the scene inside, Sylvia's eyes turned cold, and the hand that Connors was holding unconsciously tightened its grip.

Ouch, ouch, ouch... Connors's dough was twisted together, and he quickly reassured her with his eyes, "You're going to crush it, loosen it, loosen it."

Unlike the seemingly unremarkable facade, the interior is quite a surprise.

The entire house is very spacious, like a warehouse.

The sides of the room were piled high with countless iron cages, squeezing out a narrow passageway in the middle.

In each iron cage was a slave, their empty gazes fixed on the people walking down the aisle.

Connors noticed that many slaves were motionless, surrounded by flies, and he didn't know if they were still alive.

Moreover, the air here is filled with a pungent stench, even worse than on the streets, like a mixture of excrement and rotting matter.

As Vali led the way, he asked, "I have all kinds of slaves here. Which kind do you need?"

"High-quality, good."

Vali briefly recalled the young master's preferences, then led the two to a cage and introduced it, "How about this one? She was found by the slave-hunting team in a village in the North. She's stunningly beautiful and perfectly suits your taste, Lord Connors. The ones you've played with before were pretty much the same style."

Inside the cage, a girl with barely any clothes was locked up. Although she was filthy, her extraordinary beauty was still evident.

Damn it, I forgot about the original character's personality... Connors was speechless. As if he had thought of something, he secretly glanced at Sylvia. Sure enough, the eldest sister's face was colder than the coldest winter day.

Connors coughed and explained, "You've misunderstood me. I'm not here to buy female slaves."

"Not female slaves?" Vali wondered. Had this young master changed his taste and started liking male slaves?

There were some exceptionally handsome young men among the men here; after all, in a big forest, you can find all sorts of birds.

As an excellent slave trader, he had to be meticulous in every aspect and cater to the various quirks of his customers.

After all, his business motto is:

I have slaves that others don't have, and I capture slaves that others dare not capture. I capture them first and then sell them. This is unique to Vali.

Seeing the smug look in Vali's eyes, Connors knew he was wrong again and said helplessly, "My territory needs some slaves for construction, don't give me this fancy stuff."

"Oh, I see. Excuse me, this way please." Vali realized he had misunderstood and quickly apologized, leading the two in another direction. He went through the whole process without the slightest embarrassment, showing an unimaginable level of shamelessness.

Next, Wally took Connors on a tour of the entire slave warehouse, but after a while, none of them satisfied Connors.

They were either pale and thin or had dull eyes; none of them looked presentable. These people were just there to fool those who didn't know anything about the industry. Connors felt insulted.

The deceased predecessor seems to be stirring, wanting to jump out and punch Vali.

You can say his predecessor was bad, but you can't say his predecessor wasn't bad. In terms of eating, drinking, and having fun, and being utterly inhumane, he was on par with the highest duke.

Connors grabbed Vali's shoulder, his face grim. "Vali, are you looking down on me? Bring out your treasured high-end stuff, or I can't guarantee Sylvia won't hang your head on the plaza."

Sylvia frowned, displeased with Connors's behavior of shamelessly exaggerating her own abilities.

Feeling the menacing gaze of this troublemaker, Vali swallowed hard; he sensed the killing intent emanating from him.

A batch of high-end goods did arrive recently, but someone has already pre-ordered them... Vali inwardly groaned, but reluctantly compromised, saying, "I understand, Lord Connors, please come this way with me."

Connors loosened his grip and gave a cold snort.

It seems that the reckless and unruly temperament of the former is more effective in dealing with this type of person.