Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

"These are..." Julian turned to look at the carriages, his face full of doubt.

He had a rough idea of ​​why Connors went to Giantwall City, but how could he have brought back so many wagons after going out? And they were all large transport wagons, each one bulging with cargo.

"It's a long story. Let's arrange for someone to unload these things into the dungeon first."

After Connors finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, patted the small pendant hanging on his body, signaled her to get down first, then returned to the carriage, took down a large box from it, and took out something that looked like a jewelry box and handed it to Julian.

"Keep an eye on these things; they're quite valuable. Tell the servants not to be too rough with them."

After saying that, Connors carried the box and returned to the castle first. Behind him, Vivian clung tightly to his clothes like a clingy person, following him step by step.

Julian watched Connors' departing figure, his gaze turning questioningly to the box in his hand.

The box is square, wide, thick, and heavy.

He slowly opened the box lid.

Inside, neatly arranged silver bracelets came into view, each bracelet inlaid with a ruby, and next to the ruby ​​was engraved a name.

"This..." Julian was shocked.

These were all slave bracelets, dozens of them in total.

He removed the top layer, and did the same to the second layer, and then the third and fourth layers, which were all filled with slave bracelets.

This item is usually only provided to high-ranking slaves, and it completes the set with the slave collars worn by slaves. It is a magical artifact created to control these precious yet dangerous slaves.

Each of these slave bracelets corresponds to a slave.

Even with Julian's unwavering composure, he was stunned by Connors's actions.

......

The lord's bedroom on the top floor of the castle.

With a loud "bang"...

The box was placed on the ground, and Connors threw himself onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress, where fatigue immediately washed over him like a tide.

Vivian, who was following behind, thoughtfully closed the door for him, then curiously squatted down and poked the big box.

"Snort, snore, snore..."

Just then, a snoring sound suddenly came from the bed. Vivian flicked her tail, then tiptoed to the bedside, tilted her head, and blinked at Connors.

Connors slept straight through the Blues, and when he woke up, he felt something soft in his arms, as comfortable as a pillow.

He groggily opened his eyes and looked down.

A petite white figure was curled up in his arms, its soft, snow-white tail gently resting on his waist, sleeping soundly like a cat.

After nearly a month of recuperation, Vivian's skin and flesh have become plump, and the delicate features of a 12-year-old girl are beginning to show.

As she gradually settled into a stable life, her innocence, liveliness, and cheerfulness became more and more apparent. Just like her charming sleeping face now, the unease and timidity she showed when we first met are no longer visible on her face.

Vivian is regaining the appearance she should have at her age.

"Damn, doesn't this girl know that men and women shouldn't touch each other?" Connors was startled, then put his hands behind his head and shifted to a more comfortable position.

The journey back from Giantwall City to Lily Castle was arduous and extremely bumpy, and he didn't get much rest.

After lying there in a daze for a while, Connors carefully sat up and got out of bed, moving slowly so as not to disturb the little one who was still sleeping.

He went to the large box placed by the door and slowly opened it.

Five vials of potion containing emerald green liquid, a stack of slave records, a cyan box containing battle spirits, and the bag of gold coins he took with him when he left Lily Castle were all laid out before him.

Besides these things, he looked at the corner of the box with a complicated expression.

There lay two specially made parchment scrolls.

This was an extra gift from his duke father.

One method of breathing, one method of meditation.

Both parchment scrolls are among the many esoteric texts collected by Lion's Keep.

As for its value, he wasn't quite sure, but given his father's status and discerning eye, it probably wouldn't be too low.

These two items were crucial to his later journey as a knight.

Breathing techniques are secret arts created to train, utilize, and develop the body more efficiently. They can help knights improve their physical strength more quickly and assist in performing various high-difficulty actions in battle.

Meditation, on the other hand, is a secret technique developed to more efficiently forge and restore magical power.

Currently, these two secret arts are basically standard equipment for all knights who have undergone the initiation ceremony.

He wants to embark on the path of a knight, but the life potion alone is not enough; he must use it in conjunction with two secret techniques.

He once said during a casual chat with Julian:

If someone takes a life-giving potion without any prior training, their body may be unable to digest the massive influx of life force, potentially causing damage.

Connors picked up the book on breathing techniques, opened it, and the title immediately caught his eye:

【Blazing Breathing Technique】.

He continued reading down to the first line below the heading:

Burn your life, push your limits!

Connors: "..."

Is this something a normal person would write? Why is the profound meaning written at the beginning?

Connors resisted the urge to throw it away and continued reading.

After browsing for a while, I discovered that the essence of this breathing method lies in two words.

combustion!

During the practice, it can temper the body like a raging flame, turning the body into a furnace to burn. In this process, the body will become more and more refined. As long as you keep breathing, the tempering will not stop.

In battle, you can change your breathing pattern to burn your stamina and convert it into greater power, but the cost is that your stamina will be consumed very quickly.

The principle is very similar to nitrogen acceleration, and this can only be compensated for through daily tempering.

The ultimate goal of the Flame Breathing Technique is to exchange life force for greater power, which is the "eight-character profound meaning" mentioned at the beginning.

After reading the entire parchment, Connors seriously suspected that the person who created the Flame Breathing Technique was also a time traveler, otherwise how could he have mastered the conservation of energy so skillfully?

However, he was not unaware of its value. This breathing technique was very famous within the Jon family, or even throughout the Steel Dragon Kingdom, because his duke father practiced this breathing technique.

The title of King of the Lions comes from this.

After scanning the entire document once, Connors started reading it again from the beginning, constantly reciting the breathing techniques.

Nearly two hours later, he let out a long sigh, slowly put down the parchment scroll, his expression somewhat numb and blank.

Compared to this, "The Memorial to the Throne on the Eve of the Expedition" is a complete joke! Connors thought to himself, patting his face to cheer himself up.

Then he assumed a cross-legged sitting posture, closed his eyes, and began to cultivate according to the method he had memorized.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of soft breathing.

Gradually, Connors' breathing began to rise and fall in a peculiar rhythm.

His body began to heat up, and if someone touched his skin at this time, they would find it unusually hot.

I don't know how much time passed...

"Drip..." A drop of sweat dripped from Connors' nose.

Sweat poured down his face, his clothes were soaked through and clung to his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. Yet, he seemed oblivious to all of this, keeping his eyes closed and his expression calm.

After an unknown amount of time, his breathing stopped, and Connors slowly opened his eyes to examine himself.

Every cell and meridian in my body felt so refreshed, my brain felt like it had just gone through a vigorous workout, and my mind was more relaxed and clear than ever before.

The feeling of those impurities being expelled and the muscles becoming stronger is very noticeable.

Connors stood up and felt much lighter, as if he had been relieved of a burden he had carried for many years.

And this is not an illusion!

This tangible feeling of becoming stronger is intoxicating.

No wonder those knights didn't find training boring and enjoyed it so much... Connors pondered as he felt the changes within himself.

"Mmm..." came a murmur from the bed.

Connors looked over and saw Vivian sitting up sleepily, drool at the corner of her mouth, her hazy eyes not yet fully awake.

A second later, the daze dissipated, and his eyes regained their brightness.

"Oh, the little lazy cat's awake," Connors teased with a chuckle.

Vivian was about to say something when her stomach rumbled loudly. She licked her lips and secretly glanced down at Connors.

That look of wanting to speak but not daring to speak really made Connors both amused and exasperated.

"I'm hungry too, let's go eat together. What would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen make it for you."

"Yay!" Vivian jumped down happily, took his hand, wagged her tail, tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying:

"I want to eat bread, roast meat, lamb chops, honey, ham..."

Because Connors had specifically instructed that the Lilyburg kitchen would generally try its best to meet Vivian's food needs, which was one of the reasons why she was able to recover her energy so quickly.

P.S.: Please read on!! /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~