Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Connors looked him up and down, and said with some helplessness:

"Isn't that armor a bit too flashy?"

Asoran chuckled softly: "This was specially arranged by the Marquis. Lake City is a mixed bag, and having the Silver Knights by your side will save you a lot of trouble."

Connors raised an eyebrow.

I have to say, my ninth brother's mind is truly admirable. He can consider such details, no wonder he can run Lake City so well.

After the group finished breakfast, Asoran led them to the First Street of Lake City.

That's the heart of Lakeside City, the so-called city center. It's home to many established businesses where you can buy all sorts of goods.

During the journey, Connors fanned away the stench with his hand, his face full of displeasure, as if casually remarking, "There's so much excrement on the streets of Lake City, hasn't Brother Rex ever thought about cleaning it up?"

Asolan shrugged helplessly: "This matter has indeed been a headache for the Marquis for a long time."

"As Lake City continues to develop, more and more people are moving in, and the sewage is gradually piling up. If there is no good treatment plan, we will have no choice but to discharge it into Moon Lake."

Connors' eyes flashed, and he gave a meaningful "Oh".

Before long, the carriage turned onto a main road, and as soon as it entered the neighborhood, a sense of understated luxury immediately enveloped it.

They found a place to park the carriage. Connors took a leather package from the carriage, carried it on his back, and made a rustling sound as he jumped down.

That's the voice of money power.

"This is First Avenue, the heart of Lake City. The shops here mainly cater to the upper class—judges, merchants, nobles, and so on..." Asoran pointed to a few shops and said.

"Some of these are only open to nobles. I wonder what you, Baron, would like to know?"

Connors looked at Vanessa and Osis for advice.

The main participants in this shopping trip were her and Osis.

Vanessa understood, and after a moment's thought, said, "Plant-based magical materials, potion-making tools..."

Osis said proudly, "Fine hammers and forging tools."

"plz follow me."

After a moment's thought, Asoran led the group into an antique-style shop.

As soon as you enter, you can smell a rich aroma of herbs.

"What would you like to do?"

At that moment, an elderly man with a white beard and a hunched back walked out from behind the counter with his hands behind his back.

Connors keenly noticed that when the old man saw Asoran, his eyes only showed a moment of surprise, but he did not show the kind of astonishment that was present in the tavern.

Vanessa looked at Connors, seeking his opinion, and when Connors nodded, she said, "Go ahead and choose, don't worry about the money."

She raised the corner of her eye slightly, feeling a little pleased inside.

She preferred being a pharmacist to being an agricultural officer, and now she finally had the chance to return to her original profession.

The shop is about 200 square meters in size. There is a counter at the entrance and a lot of wooden shelves on the four walls. The shelves are filled with glass medicine bottles, medicine pots, scales and other tools.

The remaining area was crowded with wooden barrels as tall as the calves, forming a U-shaped passageway squeezed out by the barrels. Most of the barrels were full, and you could see the herbs piled up inside slightly protruding.

This store seems to cater specifically to pharmacists, as it is almost entirely filled with items related to pharmacists.

Connors glanced around and noticed a wooden board on the wall behind the counter that read:

[Riddle Game: 5 coins for one guess; a correct guess allows you to choose 1 kg of herbs from the shop]

Below this wooden board, there were more wooden boards, each about the size of two palms, covered with questions written in tiny characters. Each board represented one question.

......

Turning his gaze away, Connors asked the old man:

"Are all the magical materials in this room plant-based?"

The old man raised his eyes slightly: "Half and half."

"Do you have any seeds? I'd like to buy some," Connors continued.

This was one of the purposes of his trip; he planned to buy some seeds and plant them in large quantities back home.

It's said that without elves, cultivating magical plant materials is extremely difficult, almost impossible. He guessed this was due to insufficient nutrients, but since he possessed fertilizer—a powerful weapon—he could give it a try.

"No," came the old man's indifferent voice.

Your expression seems to say you're not selling... Connors raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Before long, Vanessa returned with two large bags full of herbs. The heavy herbs made it difficult for her to maintain her balance, and she swayed from side to side.

Connors quickly stepped forward, took it from her hand, and handed it to the old man.

Vanessa followed obediently behind, secretly pleased, her usual witchy personality gone.

What truly delighted her was not Connors's considerate actions, but rather his subtly changing attitude, that approachable one.

Vivian looked at Vanessa, whose face was flushed with rosy cheeks, with suspicion. But being so young, she couldn't see the subtle changes in the relationship between the adults. She just instinctively felt that something was wrong, very wrong!

After selecting many tools needed for making medicine, the old man began to inventory them and quickly gave a price:

"2314 gold coins".

"impossible!"

Vanessa's eyebrows shot up.

"I've calculated it; these definitely shouldn't cost that much. At most, it'll cost 1000 gold coins."

Connors frowned slightly and looked at the old man.

The old man remained calm and composed, appearing completely unfazed: "That's indeed all. If you're not satisfied, you can try other herbal medicine shops."

Vanessa's face darkened.

Even Vivian, who usually didn't get along with her, felt very uncomfortable at this moment.

Although she was always wary of this wicked woman, it was because Vanessa was always trying to steal Lord Connors from her.

Vivian knew in her heart that Vanessa was not a bad person.

The situation has reached a stalemate.

Connors couldn't help but look at Asoran, who had remained strangely silent.

What's going on, little brother? You think being a local strongman isn't working?

Noticing Connors' scrutinizing gaze, Asoran sighed and whispered in his ear:

"Those who can open shops on this street all have noble connections to some extent, and some of them even require the Marquis to be careful what he says."

"Moreover, this store is already considered to be very conscientious."

Connors was speechless.

So I should thank him?

However, upon carefully recalling his predecessor's memories, he discovered that this situation seemed to be quite common, and was even considered a normal phenomenon.

Calvin, who had been silently waiting by the side, stepped forward and said coldly, "Sir, do you need me...?"

"Hey... don't be impulsive!" Connors reached out and stopped him.

If they take action, they will have no grounds for protest at all.

They're just openly and honestly charging unreasonable prices; it's not fraud. If you don't accept it, you can simply leave. Nobody's forcing you to buy.

The old man, seeing the knight's imposing manner, remained unfazed but subtly took a step back.

Connors glanced at the wooden board behind the counter that read "Riddle Game" out of the corner of his eye, and an idea immediately came to him.

"Is your sign still valid?" Connors asked with a smile.