Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

A jumble of thoughts collided in his mind, and Connors scratched his head in frustration.

This is none of my business; I'm just a baron...

He sighed:

"This matter is beyond my control. After dawn, I will send someone to take you to Giant Wall City. As for the rest, leave it to my old duke father."

Sofia did not object, and put her hands together in a prayerful gesture: "May the God of Nature bless you."

She silently prayed for Connors for a while, then raised her head, her emerald-like eyes looking sincerely at him:

"If I return to the capital safely, I will prepare a generous reward for you."

"Shut up, you're just making wild predictions here..." Connors rolled his eyes. "Forget it, just don't bring any trouble with you."

"Also, when you go back, try not to mention me as much as possible, as if I never existed."

"You were able to escape entirely because of your intelligence and resourcefulness; it has nothing to do with me."

Sophia tilted her head, her emerald green eyes slightly bewildered.

I am the Holy Maiden of the Natural Holy Court, so why does he look at me like I'm a jinx?

"By the way, I've always had a question in my mind, but I don't know if I should say it," Connors suddenly said.

Sophia nodded: "Baron Jon, please speak."

"You said the person who orchestrated all of this might be one of the other two saintesses, so why didn't they just kill you directly instead of going through all this trouble?"

Sofia smiled gently: "The answer is simple, I won't hesitate to tell you."

"His Holiness the Pope cast a spell on me called the Seed of Life's End. It can preserve my last bit of life force when I am dying, and turn my body into a seed to return to the Papacy."

"So that's how it is..." Connors finally understood and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

It must be said that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

These old folks have so many tricks up their sleeves; they even have magic with such outrageous effects.

......

At dawn, while the sky was still dimly lit, Aaron and Owen drove their carriage away from the castle through a thin, cold mist.

In the castle's study, Connors stood by the window with his hands behind his back, watching the carriage gradually disappear into the distance among the sheds until it vanished on the horizon.

He turned around, looked at Calvin and Julian standing upright at the desk, and said seriously, "The matter of the saintess must be kept strictly confidential, and no discussion of it is allowed in ordinary times. Anyone who violates this rule will be severely punished."

"Yes, sir!"

Connors' expression softened, and he turned to Julian: "How's Vivian's training progressing?"

Julian recalled for a moment after hearing this, and said with some emotion, "As expected of the White Tiger breed, its combat talent is truly terrifying."

"After just over a month of training, she is no match for ordinary knights' squires in terms of combat instincts and skills."

"In terms of physique, I'm probably still a long way from being a Guardian Knight. We can't rush this; we can only take it slowly."

Connors nodded slightly in satisfaction.

In his plans for the future, Vivian is a very important piece of the puzzle and one of the key pillars to ensure the development of the territory.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Lord Connors, it's me."

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and Megan's voice came through.

"Please come in," Connors said.

Megan pushed open the door and entered. As soon as she entered, she saw two knights in armor in the study. She paused for a moment, then nodded slightly to them as a greeting.

Calvin and Julian tactfully said, "Lord Connors, we'll take our leave now."

Connors nodded slightly, and after the two left, he looked at Megan: "What is it?"

Megan said somewhat apologetically, "Lord Connors, please forgive my incompetence, but the dozen or so unicorn calves that Sir Julian brought back yesterday have not eaten or drunk anything and are already very weak."

"I...I've tried many methods, but there's still no improvement...I'm very sorry."

Connors suddenly realized that the latest intelligence also mentioned this matter, and he roughly understood the reason, but he still didn't have any clue.

He smiled and comforted her, "Meghan, don't blame yourself. Nobody's perfect, and everyone has things they're not good at."

"You go ahead and do your work. I'll think of a way to handle this."

Megan gracefully withdrew.

After Megan left, Connors sat alone in the study.

After thinking for a moment, he remembered that one of the high-ranking slaves seemed to have experience working on a ranch. Why not suggest giving him a try?

Coincidentally, the intelligence update last night included information about an architect. Perhaps... it's time to put the plan to renovate Lily Town on the agenda.

Without hesitation, Connors quickly stood up and strode down the corridor, where many maids who were cleaning greeted him respectfully.

Good morning, Lord Connors.

"Greetings, Mr. Connors."

Connors would always smile and nod at them in return.

After Connors left, the maids gathered together to gossip.

A young maid remarked:

"Ever since Lord Connors' fiancée died, he's like a different person; he doesn't flirt with me anymore."

An older person was somewhat frustrated:

"Really? I've been flirting with him, but he hasn't responded at all."

The other maids glanced at her wrinkled face and fell silent.

Is it possible that the problem is with you?

......

Upon returning to the dungeon, he followed the information recorded in the documents to a particular cell.

Through the iron fence, a dark-skinned, lean but strong figure was lying on the ground. Upon seeing him arrive, the figure quickly stood up, hunching his shoulders and saying, "Greetings, Lord."

Noah Hawthorne, from the North… Connors's name flashed through his mind, then he asked, “You used to work on the ranch?”

"Yes, sir," Noah said awkwardly, scratching his head. "However, because he killed the nobleman's horse, he was demoted to a slave and sold to slave traders."

"You don't intend to stay here forever, do you...?" Connors looked at him with a strange expression: "Why are you telling me this?"

"Isn't this because I was afraid the adults would put in all that effort for nothing?" Noah rubbed his nose and said shyly.

Connors asked, "Does the unicorn know about it?"

Noah thought for a moment and replied, "I know, it's an extremely expensive magical creature. It's incredibly fast and can travel a thousand miles a day without getting tired."

Connors nodded, then asked, "How should we raise them?"

Noah recalled some casual conversations he had had with his colleagues, then said hesitantly, "Sir, I...I'm not sure if what I said is correct."

"Speak freely," Connors said calmly.

Seeing that the lord had said so, he had no choice but to say:

"I remember a colleague from the same ranch as me once said that because of the unicorn's outstanding endurance and athletic ability, its daily food intake is enormous, which is beyond the reach of ordinary nobles."

"Furthermore, due to the unique nature of these magical creatures, the food used to feed them requires special preparation; it seems that... it requires..."

At this point, Noah paused for a long time, his expression conflicted as he recalled the events, before finally stammering:

"It seems to be made with a magical ingredient called Red Iris Grass, mixed with some honey, milk, oats, soybean meal, and egg whites."

"By the way, because unicorns have extremely high energy levels, they need plenty of exercise every day to burn off that excess energy... This helps them stay in a good mood. Hmm, that's my guess... because some other fine steeds also have this characteristic, and..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Seeing that he was getting more and more carried away, gradually reaching a state of selflessness, Connors quickly interrupted him, a satisfied smile on his face:

"You're the one!"