Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Fertilizer warehouse.

The slaves went back and forth, carrying wooden barrels as tall as a person onto the carts.

Soon, the carts were filled to the brim, with no space left.

The group then moved on to Lily Manor with a truckload of fertilizer.

When Old Jordan, the steward, heard the sound of the carriage, he quickly ran out to greet it.

Connors got out of the car and instructed old Jordan, "These are fertilizers. Spread them evenly over the estate, just like last time."

"Furthermore, you must fertilize it every time you plant it again, understand?"

Jordan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, sir Connors."

In an effort to salvage the lilies, I had to use fertilizer that wasn't fully fermented, but the results were surprisingly good.

The lilies, which had already withered, began to revive after being given fertilizer.

Old Jordan initially scoffed at this, having never seen such a method in all his years of cultivating lilies, but now he is completely convinced.

After giving all the instructions, Connors ordered Sachs to stay on site to oversee the operation, while he himself returned to the castle first.

Sitting down in the study, Connors took a sip of the black tea served by the servant and fell into thought.

Sachs is now in charge of the daily operations of the farm, fertilizer warehouse, and castle, as well as arranging his own travel.

He's already spinning like a top with all his work, this can't go on. He's just an ordinary person with limited energy.

Furthermore, someone will be needed to oversee the subsequent mithril mining.

"We're lacking talent..." Connors muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair.

After thinking for a moment, he sent a servant to the training ground in the central courtyard to summon Julian.

A few minutes later, a figure as tall as an iron tower stood in front of him.

"Lord Connors, you wanted to see me?" Julian asked.

"Take a few servants and go into town to collect the population information." Connors handed him a piece of paper: "This is a template; record the information according to the template."

Julian took it, glanced at it quickly, and saw that it read:

Name, Gender, Age, Identity, Literacy, Current Employer.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Lord Connors, if it's just the few of us, it might take a long time."

Connors waved his hand: "The literate servants in the castle are at your disposal, but they need to be quick."

When the original owner came to Lily Town to take up his post, he brought with him many servants who originally served him in the Duke's mansion.

Although these servants were not highly educated, they still possessed basic literacy skills.

"I understand." Julian bowed slightly and left.

Watching him leave, Connors took out the files on the slaves and began to examine them one by one.

Name: Osis Mayfield

Race: Dwarf

[Brief Introduction: A 32-year-old male dwarf from the High Mountain Kingdom, physically strong, possessing unique forging skills, capable of crafting magical artifacts.]

......

Name: Vanessa Russell

Race: Human

[Description: A 27-year-old woman from a village in the northern part of the Steel Dragon Kingdom, 5.6 feet tall (≈172cm), weighing 103.6 pounds (≈47kg), with fair skin, a graceful figure, and beautiful appearance. She is a virgin and the village's apothecary.]

Connors narrowed his eyes as he looked at Vanessa Russell's file.

Something's not right. A villager actually used the words "fair skin," "alluring figure," and "beautiful appearance" to describe her.

If Wally wasn't exaggerating, then there must be some other reason.

Connors glanced at it a couple more times, memorized the name, and then continued flipping through the pages.

Name: Reno Monroe

Race: Orc

[Description: Snow wolf, age 18, strong physique, possesses extraordinary cold resistance, unruly personality, has a history of injuring its master multiple times, has been returned by sellers multiple times, and has been transferred between slave traders.]

Upon seeing the words "returned multiple times," his eyelids twitched twice.

Damn it, why didn't you mention that during the introduction!

......

After looking through the documents for a long time, Connors put down the thick stack of documents and looked at the two documents that had been pulled out from the table.

Vanessa Russell.

Osis Mayfield.

He considered these slaves to be excellent talents, and he planned to delegate some of the ongoing tasks to them.

Since Vanessa is a pharmacist, she must understand plant rhythms and crop habits better than he does. She could be appointed as the agricultural officer of Lily Town, in charge of the entire town's agriculture.

Osis can then focus on the upcoming mithril mining, and he can be responsible for processing and refining the mined mithril ore.

This will also free Sachs from his busy schedule and allow him to focus on his next plans.

Connors got up and went back to the bedroom, picked out the slave bracelets of Vanessa and Osis, and went to the dungeon.

"Squeak..."

Osis, who was sleeping in the corner, suddenly heard the sound of the cell door being opened. He opened his eyes to look.

A tall, handsome young man came into view.

He remembered this man; he was the one who had bought him from the slave traders.

As Osis sized up Connors, Connors was also sizing up Osis.

He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a bulbous nose, and a strong facial structure. He was short, probably about the same height as Vivian, with muscular limbs that looked like those of a muscular man who often worked out at the gym.

Connors's lips curled into a smile: "Osis?"

Osis looked at him and remained silent.

Connors didn't mind. He leaned against the iron railing, crossed his arms, and said with a smile, "I heard you're a dwarf who was sold from the High Mountain Kingdom, and you have unique forging skills."

"I have a batch of excellent minerals that I'd like to entrust to you. Would you be willing?"

Osis looked at him for a while, then silently lay back down, turning his back to Connors.

Silent protest.

If you make a sound, you're likely to get beaten up.

Connors raised an eyebrow. "Indeed, high-class."

Osis was the most expensive of the slaves, costing a full eight gold coins.

Logically, a slave with unique skills should be worth far more than this, but that's the problem.

Most high-class slaves are unruly and require a long time to tame, which leads to a significant discount on their price.

Connors ignored Osis's protests and said to himself, "You've worked for me for five years. When the time is up, I'll give you your freedom. Whether you stay or leave is up to you."

Hmph, I'm afraid you'll be begging me to stay in two years.

Osis tilted his head, his voice low and deep: "Really?"

Connors scoffed, "You can only trust me, can you? After all, I hold the reins."

After he finished speaking, the air fell silent.

Osis did not reply, seemingly lost in thought.

After a while, he stood up, looked up and looked directly into Connors' eyes: "I agree to your request, and I hope you will also live up to your integrity as a nobleman."

Connors nodded in satisfaction, without doubting Osis's words.

Dwarves are generally straightforward and honest, without much guile or scheming.

"Come out with me."

After Osis followed him out of the cell, he discovered that the man did not leave but continued deeper into the cell, arriving at a cell two rooms away from his own.

There is a delicate woman locked up here.

The woman's light linen vest only covered her thighs, exposing her alluring long legs and slender, snow-white arms to the air. Her face was dirty, but it couldn't hide her charming and captivating beauty.

Her watery eyes looked pitiful, and the choker around her neck made one unconsciously want to molest her; her whole body exuded a fatal allure.

Osis thought to himself, "These skinny arms and legs aren't suitable for blacksmithing; they'd probably have trouble even swinging a sledgehammer."