Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

[Daily intelligence update complete]

[Intelligence 1: Talia intends to poison you during intimate contact tonight]

[Second intelligence: Vivian, a serf in Lily Town, is a white tiger beastman]

[Intelligence 3: Squire Kay Dawson, having heard that his lord is collecting excrement, is utterly disillusioned with you and has decided to defect tonight.]

[Intelligence 4: The lilies at Lily Farm are withering]

Connors's gaze darkened.

It really is Talia.....

He looked at Talia, his eyes icy: "Stop pretending, who's behind this?"

In his memory, the first time his predecessor met Talia was a year ago. Before that, the two had never crossed paths, let alone had any conflicts.

So, she has someone backing her up!

Talia's smile froze: "Darling, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Connors looked at her, expressionless.

Talia slowly composed herself, sighed, and a hint of frustration appeared on her face.

"You should have died yesterday. What went wrong? I shouldn't have given myself away."

"It really was you!" Connors stared coldly at her. "Assassinating a duke's son? Did you think about the consequences? Aren't you afraid that my father will be furious and have your entire family executed?"

"Execution of the entire family? An interesting description."

Talia smiled but did not answer his question.

"Crack, crack..." A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out in the study.

To Connors' astonishment, Talia's body began to crack, as if it were made of porcelain.

A violent surge of magical energy erupted from Talia's body, and golden light began to shoot out from the cracks.

Talia's face was covered in cracks, but her eyes were filled with kindness:

"My dear, although it's a pity, I will remember all the wonderful nights we spent together."

Connors stared at her coldly.

The next second, golden light burst forth from Talia's body.

"boom--!"

High temperature, flames, and splintered wood instantly engulfed the entire study.

Under the cover of night, a corner of Lily Castle suddenly exploded, sending up thick smoke.

Inside the study.

The area had by then become a ruin, filled with wood chips, flames, and thick smoke.

"Cough cough cough..." Connors' eyes stung from the smoke and dust, and he kept coughing.

He struggled to open his eyes, and in his blurry vision, a figure as tall as an iron tower blocked his way.

He complained, "It's too slow! Can't it be faster?"

A deep, resonant voice rang out, tinged with embarrassment:

"I thought you were going to interrogate her for a while, so I didn't rush to make a move."

"When I sensed the magical fluctuations, time was a bit tight."

Connors closed his eyes and said irritably, "Get me out of here first, this is too damn suffocating."

"Yes."

Then he felt himself being lifted up.

Immediately afterwards, a strong centrifugal force struck, accompanied by a gale that lashed against my face.

The wind subsided, and Connors was laid on the ground.

He tentatively opened his eyes, wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, and his vision gradually cleared.

A rugged face came into view.

The owner of the face was dressed in fine black armor and wore a black cloak. He was at least two meters tall, and Connors looked like a child in front of him.

Connors looked at him, his mind flashing through his thoughts.

Julian Roland, the knight who came with him to Lily Town, a true guardian knight.

It is said that he has the blood of giants flowing through his veins, but it is unknown whether this is true.

"I'm not in a hurry to kill her yet, so why the rush to self-destruct?" Connors was puzzled. He looked at the castle with a missing corner, his eyes filled with heartache.

I was already poor, and now I'm even poorer.

"That wasn't a self-destruction, Lord Connors." Julian looked at the gap in the castle from which thick smoke was billowing, a serious look flashing in his eyes:

"That's the magic of the Sun God Cult."

The Cult of the Sun God? Isn't that a sect that mainly operates in the Sun Empire? Why would it appear here? Connors' eyes flashed with doubt.

......

The next morning, at the restaurant.

Connors sat in the main seat, eating his meal, seemingly lost in thought.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was somewhat subdued compared to yesterday; everyone had heard about what had happened last night.

Besides the servants and butler, a towering figure appeared to Connors' left, dining at the time.

After hesitating for a moment, Julian said with some self-reproach:

"Lord Connors, due to my poor teaching, Dawson's servant defected last night."

Currently, all the knights' squires are receiving training under Julian, the guardian knight.

Connors nodded. "Don't worry about it, it's a good thing for me."

Upon hearing this, Julian's expression softened.

After breakfast, Connors looked at the butler and asked, "How's the matter I asked you to handle?"

Sachs replied:

"Sir, all the excrement in the town has been collected together."

"In addition, the wood ash and river silt you mentioned have been collected and are ready to be used under your command."

Connors nodded and said, "Arrange for someone to mix the wood ash, silt, and excrement together, stir it thoroughly, and let it sit for a month."

After Sachs left to carry out his orders, Julian, standing nearby, asked curiously, "My lord, why do you collect all this useless stuff?"

He had heard yesterday that the lord was collecting excrement, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Connors smiled:

"Everything that is real is rational. If you think it is useless, it is probably because you haven't found a way to use it."

"Manure, wood ash, and silt are not useless things; they are excellent fertilizers and nutrients that can make the soil more fertile."

After thinking for a moment, Connors changed to a more easily understood term to explain.

"Why not just use it directly? Why do all this extra work?" Julian scratched his head, puzzled.

"Because the manure needs to ferment before it can be used, otherwise it will burn the plants." Looking at Julian's bewildered expression, he asked:

"Do you even know what fermentation is?"

Julian shook his head in confusion.

Connors rolled his eyes, feeling like he was talking to a brick wall.

At the same time, he also fell into thought that in order to survive in this world fraught with crisis, he must hold the truth in his own hands.

He needs both the immense individual power to overcome all laws and the powerful forces supporting him to make his mark in this world.

Power is one thing, but the knowledge in his head is like a cheat code; he can just pull out a little bit and it will open the eyes of the natives.

Given time to farm, he could show that Southern Empire of the Blazing Sun what the iron fist of materialism really is.

But individual power is much more difficult to achieve...

He looked up at Julian, who was still pondering the "call," and asked:

"Julian, I want to become a knight. Is there a quick, safe, and comfortable way to do it?"

Julian thought for a moment and said:

"Sir, you should go to church to make a wish."

It seems there isn't one... Connors sighed, somewhat disappointed.

After yesterday's events, he felt a sense of urgency and an urgent desire to gain power.

There are too many awesome people in this world who could die unexpectedly at any time.

However, the predecessor had basically not undergone any training, and his physical strength was only enough to bully the village serfs, let alone reach the level of a contracted battle spirit.

Julian asked, "How much do you know about the knighthood?"

Connors thought for a moment, then began to explain:

"Knights are divided into Apprentice, Guardian, Earth, Sky, and Temple."

"Apart from the apprentice or ordinary person stage, every other stage requires a contracted battle spirit."

"The Guardian Knight corresponds to the Fairy."

"The Earth Knight corresponds to the Great Elf."

"The Sky Knight corresponds to the Elf King."

"The Templar Knights are dragons."

Julian nodded: "You're basically right."

"But I'd like to add something here..."