Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

As soon as you enter, a blast of cold air hits you.

The indoor and outdoor areas seemed like two different worlds, with the temperature dropping sharply.

Luca instinctively sensed something was wrong, but now the die was cast and he had no choice but to act.

He used the moonlight to determine his direction, then slowly approached the bed and took a closer look.

The bed was empty.

Luca's expression changed.

"No!" "Attack!"

Just as he realized something was wrong, a sharp shout rang out.

The next second, the wall shattered, and a gray beam of magical light shot straight toward Luca.

A pillar of magical light enveloped him, propelling him directly out of the castle; his figure flew away like a shooting star.

The violent tremors startled the entire castle, and lights began to come on one by one. The sounds of panicked servants could be heard from the distance in the corridors.

Connors landed in the corner of the ceiling, looked at the huge hole that had been blasted into his bedroom, and felt helpless.

Why are there always people trying to harm me?

Why do you always choose to assassinate me inside castles? Don't you know that repairs are very expensive?

Julian's tall figure strode in from the ruins of the collapsed wall and reported, "Lord Connors, Calvin has been lying in ambush outside for a long time and should be fighting the assassins right now."

Connors dusted himself off, his gaze indifferent: "Let's go, let's go meet this friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Connors slowly walked towards the large hole, then gradually started running, and finally leaped out of the hole.

After landing steadily on the ground, he took off with both legs, his steps as swift as a shadow, his figure moving across the land, with Julian close behind.

The two followed the direction the assassin had flown out of and soon heard the sound of weapons clashing violently in a grove of trees near the castle.

Following the sound, they entered the grove and saw the scene there.

In the center of the grove, a scene of flashing swords and shadows unfolded. Calvin and Luca's figures flickered frequently, sometimes disappearing and sometimes reappearing before colliding with each other, creating ripples of air from the collisions that spread outwards.

Many trees around them were broken in half by the impact of the two men's fight, and a clearing was forcibly cleared in the center of the grove.

Luca noticed the two arriving, his face darkened, and he delivered a powerful upward sweep.

Calvin parried with his sword, but was caught off guard by the sudden burst of power. He retreated continuously, his feet carving two furrows in the ground.

Seeing that Connors and Julian had arrived, he did not rush forward. Instead, he quietly adjusted his position and subtly surrounded Luca with them.

Luca had clearly noticed this as well, his face darkening. He glanced at the baron, sensing the powerful aura emanating from him, and was greatly alarmed.

This baron is actually a guardian knight?!

When did this happen?!

He calmed himself down, his eyes gleaming as he quickly calculated, then quietly set his sights on the baron.

Of the three, he was the most relaxed; they took him hostage!

In complete silence.

He moved without warning, his figure transforming into a sharp arrow in an instant, his curved blade slashing towards Connors.

At this critical moment, Connors snorted and lightly tapped his toes.

The biting cold air spread rapidly from his toes, gathering into frost beneath Luca's feet and instantly growing like a tree, freezing Luca inside an ice pillar.

Feeling the chill seeping into his limbs and bones, Luca was both shocked and furious.

This is not the level of an ordinary guardian knight!

In his observation, only this baron among the three had a relaxed posture, unlike the other two, who showed signs of years of training.

Moreover, the information and materials about this baron are inconsistent.

The internal documents said he only had one guardian knight by his side, so where did this other one come from?!

Connors slowly walked up to Luca, squatted down, sighed, and said, "Tell me, who's behind this?"

"And who are you, and why are you trying to assassinate me?"

Although he roughly knew the reason, he still had to go through the procedures.

Moreover, Connors still had some doubts in his mind.

Who kidnapped Sofia?

Since you've already tied her up, why not just kill her?

Where are they going to sell Sofia?

This person is clearly connected to the mastermind behind Sophia's kidnapping. Since there's no way to avoid him, Connors plans to grab whatever he can see first.

However, some finishing touches need to be done first...

He turned to Julian and instructed him, "Julian, we made quite a commotion just now. Go and take some men to control the rest of the caravan."

After thinking for a moment, he still asked, "Do you need Calvin to come with you?"

He hadn't met the other members of the caravan and didn't know their situation, but he figured that for a secret mission like kidnapping Sophia, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Julian shook his head: "No need, I can handle things over there. Let Calvin stay here in case he's desperate or has some other tricks up his sleeve."

After watching Julian leave, he turned to Luca and slapped him hard across the face.

With an unfriendly expression, he said, "Speak, who sent you?"

Luca's eyelids drooped, and he remained silent.

"Oh ho, still a tough nut to crack." Connors snorted, placing his hand on Connors' exposed arm, which wasn't frozen by the ice, and muttered to himself:

"Ice erosion".

A chill began to spread slowly from his palm, the freezing air eroding into his flesh and blood, bit by bit, turning his flesh, blood, and bones into frosty white ice.

"Ugh... Ahhhhhh—!" Luca finally couldn't bear it any longer and roared in pain like a wild beast.

Calvin turned his head away, unable to bear it.

At the same time, he was secretly surprised by Lord Connors's strength.

He was present when Lord Connors and Knight Julian discussed this matter, so he knew that he possessed such a precious resource as the Life Potion.

But to my surprise, the life potion was so effective. This mastery of his skills and abundance of magic power were not something a newly promoted guardian knight could demonstrate.

Normally, releasing that ice pillar would almost deplete the magical power of someone who has just entered the level of a Guardian Knight.

To increase one's magic power ceiling, it is almost only possible through practicing meditation or reaching a higher level, but as far as he knows, Lord Connors does not seem to be practicing meditation yet.

This is quite terrifying. A knight who has not practiced meditation has such high magical power. It's hard to imagine what his future will be like.

Seeing that the ice was about to completely corrode his arm into a block of ice, Connors released his grip and delivered another resounding slap:

"If you don't tell me now, I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve. You'll find that this is the happiest time of your life."

"Let me think... what did they all come from..." Connors pondered, stroking his chin, recalling the wisdom of his ancestors. After a while, he raised an eyebrow:

"I remember now!"