Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

"Knock knock knock..." A knocking sound came from the bedroom door.

Connors, who was about to go to bed, reluctantly went to open the door.

The door opened, and a figure as tall as an iron tower appeared in the doorway.

"Julian, is there anything else so late?" Connors asked.

"My lord, a caravan has arrived at the castle gate and wishes to stay overnight at our castle," Julian said.

Connors raised an eyebrow, then chuckled in exasperation: "Did I hear that right? A caravan wants to stay at a nobleman's castle?"

"What do they think this is? A hotel?!"

He said in a deep voice, "Go and refuse them."

Julian bowed slightly. "I understand, Lord Connors."

Connors closed the door, sat on the bed, and sighed.

Normally, he wouldn't mind letting them stay for the night, but the caravan was hiding the kidnapped Holy Maiden of the Natural Court, Sophia Augustus.

No matter how he looked at it, he could smell the scent of conspiracy.

Furthermore, the idea that the Holy Maiden of the Natural Holy Court was kidnapped is utterly absurd.

As the largest religious force in the Steel Dragon Kingdom, the Natural Holy See has countless followers and its churches are spread throughout the entire territory. Other religious forces are squeezed out of their space to survive.

At his peak, he could even go toe-to-toe with the king.

In other words, Lily Town is such a desolate place that even birds wouldn't bother to spread divine glory here.

And yet, the Holy Maiden, the core figure of such a behemoth, was kidnapped?

It's even more absurd than an alien invasion of Earth.

Connors shook his head, lay down on the bed, and covered himself with the blanket to sleep.

That level of competition is certainly interesting, but he is not qualified to get involved now, neither in terms of influence nor strength.

It's better to honestly stockpile grain, build high walls, and delay declaring oneself king.

......

The castle gates slowly opened.

A tall figure, dressed in jet-black armor and resembling an iron tower, emerged from within.

Julian apologized to Luca and Simon:

"I'm sorry, my host said that it's currently grape harvest season, and the castle is dirty and messy, not suitable for entertaining guests. Please come again next time."

Luca and Simon were stunned.

Simon glanced at Luca, gesturing with his eyes, "Brother, it's your turn to teach them a lesson."

Luca said in a deep voice, "We don't mind. Why don't you let me go up and talk to your master?"

Julian shook his head: "Please leave, everyone."

Simon looked at Luca, his eyes conveying, "Dude, are you even capable?"

Feeling the menacing gazes on him, Luca's face flushed and paled in turns, and he couldn't help but sneer:

"He's just a discarded baron, what's there to put on airs for?"

"Hmph, let's go!"

Julian's gaze immediately darkened, and he felt displeased, but he did not rashly choose to erupt.

Reason told him that punishing this man for his disrespectful words and preventing him from making enemies of Lord Connors was more important than beating him up.

Luca, who had turned around, kept a close eye on what was happening behind him. Seeing that he had not been provoked, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

He sighed at Simon beside him, "Forget it, Simon, they don't welcome us."

"Let's find a place nearby to camp and spend the night."

"It's alright, Mr. Luca. It's fine to stay here for the night. At least you won't have to live under someone else's roof." Simon breathed a sigh of relief. For him, challenging the authority of the nobility was a huge burden.

"You're just my type, kid." Luca stared at him blankly, then put his arm around his shoulder and rubbed his head with a smile.

"After this mission is completed, I'll try to find a way to help you advance to the next level."

Simon's eyes lit up immediately: "Thank you so much, Brother Luca!"

"You little rascal, you're pretty quick-witted," Luca said with a laugh.

......

late at night.

Inside the slave cages of the caravan.

All the slaves lay down and fell asleep.

Sofia hugged her knees, then quietly lifted her head from her knees and surveyed her surroundings.

She noticed that it was quiet all around her.

It seemed that things had calmed down outside. Were they resting...? Sophia quietly turned around, secretly lifted a corner of the black cloth, and lay on the ground to observe the outside through the small gap in the cloth.

At that moment, not far from her, a man dressed in a black robe sat on the ground, fast asleep against the wheel of a carriage.

They look like the people responsible for standing guard at night.

Sophia looked around again and found that there was only one person near the carriage they were in.

opportunity!

She glanced again at the slaves in the cage, and, confirming they showed no signs of waking, began to chant softly:

"Great lord of the forest, goddess of nature in the wilderness."

"All things are ordained by me, and life is in my hands."

"The root of resilience devours the source of my power, endlessly, endlessly..." Sophia suddenly widened her eyes, as a powerful force abruptly interrupted her.

She watched helplessly as the magical light rising from her body dissipated, her eyes filled with resentment.

It's happening again... Sophia gritted her teeth and tried other spells once more:

"The great lord of the forest, the goddess of nature in the wilderness."

"All things are ordained by me, and life is in my hands."

"The tender seed breaks through the lichen, silently, silently, projecting itself under my will, crawling under my will."

"Plant puppets!"

Success! Sofia's face lit up with joy.

Immediately afterwards, her body was covered with a layer of emerald light, and within a radius of several hundred meters, the seeds buried in the soil that had not yet sprouted began to break out of their shells and grow rapidly in a certain direction.

......

Connors lay in bed with his eyes closed, quietly waiting for midnight to arrive.

After being promoted to Guardian Knight, he was surprised to find that even in the middle of the night, he rarely felt tired and his mind was not sleepy at all.

In the silence, a knocking sound suddenly came from the glass door leading to the balcony:

"Knock knock knock..." "Knock knock knock..."

Connors opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

Suddenly, a vine climbed up to the balcony and bent gently at the corner of the door, as if to politely knock.

He remained silent for a moment, then turned over, preferring to ignore it.

Vine: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!

"Knock knock knock." "Knock knock knock." "Knock knock knock."

Seeing Connors turn around, the knocking intensified, and Vine panicked!

Seemingly annoyed by the noise, Connors irritably threw off the covers, walked to the balcony, and opened the door without a word.

As soon as the balcony door opened, a large number of vines climbed up the edge of the balcony and surged into the house like a tide. They then intertwined and clung to each other in front of Connors, forming a slender and full female body made of vines.

The woman bent slightly at the waist, made a gesture of lifting her skirt, and said:

"Greetings, Lord Connors Jon, the nineteenth son of the Grand Duke of the South."

"Nice to meet you. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Sophia Augustus, the third saintess of the Natural Holy Court and the sixth princess of the kingdom."

After introducing herself, she raised her face—a face with only outlined features but no details—to Connors, and spoke sincerely:

"I hope to get your help."