Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

In the evening, Connors and his companions spent the night at Moonlight Castle.

The wilderness of this world is not as safe as in the previous one, and traces of civilization have not spread to every corner of the world.

As night falls, many dangerous magical creatures come out to roam. In addition, some unknown dangers will unfold in various places. If you are unlucky enough to encounter one, you may become a missing person.

Even though Connors is now a guardian knight, he doesn't want to risk this bad luck.

As night deepened, the only sounds were the incessant chirping of insects. The bright moonlight made Moon Lake appear hazy and tranquil, like a fairyland on earth.

As the clock struck midnight, Connors opened his eyes, calmed his breathing, and the familiar fluorescent blue screen reappeared before him:

[Daily intelligence updates in progress.....]

[Daily intelligence update complete]

[Intelligence 1: Maeve, the maid of Moonlight Keep, is a spy for other nobles in Lake City. She is currently entangled with Knight Asoran in a room, using the opportunity to gather information about you.]

[Second intelligence: Oliver Sutton, the training officer of the Silver Knights, is an outstanding talent in the field of military training.]

[Intelligence 3: In your carriage filled with books, there is a map written on one of the parchments. Follow it to find the treasure left behind by the Pirate King.]

[Intelligence 4: Every year, a water sprite and a silver moon sprite are born from Moon Lake]

......

Nothing was said that night, until the next morning.

Connors finished a night of breathing exercises.

Compared to the beginning, his growth rate from practicing breathing techniques is no longer as fast.

However, great power is never achieved overnight; the awe-inspiring power is the result of the profound accumulation of time.

Connors had anticipated this and did not experience any mental imbalance.

After he washed up and got dressed, he went out. A beautiful maid with rosy cheeks, dressed in a high-quality, elegant black and white maid uniform, was already waiting at the door.

"Sir, your subordinates are already waiting in the restaurant. Would you like me to take you there now?"

Connors nodded.

The two walked leisurely down the luxurious corridor.

Connors glanced at her shapely buttocks, which subtly swayed with each step, and her graceful figure beneath the loose black and white maid outfit, and casually joked:

"Are all the maids in Moonlight Castle this beautiful? They're all young and pretty girls. Rex's daily life must be so enviable."

The maid blushed slightly, then said with a regretful tone, "Lord Rex is actually very virtuous."

"What should I call you?" Connors asked with a smile.

"Sir, you can just call me Maeve," the maid said with a bright, sparkling smile as she looked at him.

Connors paused for a moment, then gave her a meaningful look before falling silent.

They walked in silence until they arrived at the restaurant. After having breakfast with Rex, Connors decided to say goodbye.

If we set off now, we should be able to return to Lily Town by evening.

"Are you really not staying another night?" Rex pleaded.

"There are still many things waiting for me in Lily Town." Connors stepped forward and hugged Rex, whispering in his ear, "Brother, when you have time, come to Lily Town, and I'll let you experience something different."

"I'm leaving now, bye-bye. I'll send someone here to deal with the sewage problem later."

With a slightly stunned expression on Rex's face, Connors led the convoy away, eventually disappearing into the distance at the horizon.

Rex gazed in the direction the convoy had disappeared for a while, then waved away the servants and butler before returning to his room alone.

He closed the door, leaned against it with his eyes closed, activated his Earth Knight-level hearing, listened intently for a while, then opened his eyes and sat down at his desk.

Rex slowly pulled a letter from his pocket, his eyes flashing with doubt.

Open the letter and read its contents.

A moment later, his face darkened.

However, after the initial gloom, doubts arose again.

......

As the sun sets and its last rays slant westward, the sky turns a deep blue.

The sound of wheels rolling on the rough road calms the mind and lulls one into a drowsy state.

Inside the luxurious carriage at the very front of the caravan, the atmosphere was dim.

Connors sat cross-legged, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

To his left, Vanessa was fast asleep, using his arm as a pillow.

On the right is Vivian lying on his lap, drool from the corner of her mouth wetting his pants, her tiger tail curled into a white ball of fur, her sleeping face adorable.

Osis, meanwhile, rested with his eyes closed, his body swaying occasionally with the movement of the carriage.

The dwarf seemed to be in very good physical condition, showing no signs of fatigue after a day's journey.

"Lord Connors, we're almost there." Calvin's voice came from outside the car.

About ten minutes later, the convoy passed through Lily Town and stopped in front of Lily Castle.

Julian, who had heard the commotion earlier, waited at the castle gate with Megan and the servants.

"Lord Connors, you've had a long journey." He stepped forward to greet Connors and the others as they disembarked from the carriage.

"It's alright, but the transportation is really inconvenient." Connors stretched and began to make arrangements: "Except for the carriages loaded with books, move everything else to the warehouse..."

Lily Castle suddenly became busy late at night.

Servants bustled about in the corridors, delivering precious goods to the warehouse and placing numerous books in the study.

This is the first time the study has been so full since the assassination attempt two months ago.

It wasn't until dawn, when the sky was just beginning to lighten, that everything settled down and the castle finally quieted down.

Connors called Vanessa into his study and handed her a thick book.

Vanessa took it with a puzzled look, and saw the words "Donald's Potions Notebook" written on the cover.

"This book contains many lost potion recipes, and I think it's most appropriate for you to use them," Connors said with a smile, his fingers interlaced and his hand resting on his hand.

Vanessa's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Connors with a seductive glint in her eyes.

I won't let you down.

For pharmacists, anything that increases the number of formulas they can master is undoubtedly the most attractive. It indirectly increases a pharmacist's value.

"For now, focus on wine research and development. I'll have someone prepare a room for you to use as your research lab later," Connors set short-term goals for her.

But Vanessa seemed not to hear her, and walked over with a pair of adoring eyes, gently pecking Connors' cheek with her lips.

"Smack!" A hand slapped her pert buttocks, and Vanessa let out a soft moan, her eyes glistening with a seductive charm, and a blush rising on her cheeks.

Connors said irritably, "If you keep tempting me like this, even if you beg and cry, I'll still take you."

"Hehe..." Vanessa giggled as she fled the room.

After Vanessa left, Connors called Megan over. He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly stopped.

It was late at night, and the servants working in the castle were ordinary people with limited energy, as was Megan.

I could see a hint of weariness in her eyes, but I forced myself to stay awake and listen to her speak.

"Alright, you've been busy all night, go and get some rest. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Connors waved his hand, giving up.

A hint of surprise flashed in Megan's eyes, and she bowed slightly:

"Yes, ma'am."

......

The next morning, the five slaves were taken out of the dungeon and brought to the study.

"Freeman Barnes, Renee Sutton, Ethan Evans..." Connors put down the documents, looked up, and said, "You are all experienced tailors. I need you to make clothes for me. The payment is that you will be freed in five years. Are you willing?"

The group exchanged glances, then nodded emphatically and said excitedly:

"I do!" ×5

Connors nodded in satisfaction: "From now on, the five of you will form a separate group, and we'll call it... the Textile Division."

"The supervisor is tentatively set as..." Connors glanced down at their files, then looked at one of the middle-aged men: "You are the most senior here, with ten years of tailoring experience, so you will be the supervisor for now, reporting directly to me."

"Yes, sir!" Freeman nodded solemnly, his heart pounding with excitement.

The other four looked at Freeman with a hint of resentment in their eyes, but they had no right to protest.

After explaining these basic things, Connors looked up and shouted:

"Megan! Go and bring in those fabrics."

"Yes, ma'am."

Freeman only heard a very well-mannered, mature female voice coming from outside the door.

After a while, Megan came in with four or five servants, carrying bolts of expensive fabric, and piled them on Connors' desk, turning it into a small mountain.

These are some of the high-end materials purchased from the lakeside town, and this is only a portion of them; many more are stored in the warehouse.

The five tailors swallowed hard, staring in disbelief at the high-quality fabric piled on the table as if it were worthless.

All the high-end materials they've handled in their entire lives combined don't amount to as much as what's right in front of them.

"Sir, what is this...?" Freeman couldn't help but ask.

"Don't rush." ​​Connors opened a drawer, took out some sketches, and handed them to Freeman: "I want you to make clothes that do not conform to any known style or technique; they are clothes that do not exist in this era."

"Discard your old habits and common sense. You must make it according to the sketch I drew. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me anytime."

"This is so mysterious..." Freeman muttered to himself, looking down at the sketches Connors had given him. After a while, he frowned.

He passed the sketch around to the other four people, and they all frowned after reading it.

"What's wrong? Is something the problem?" Connors asked, noticing their expressions.

Freeman carefully chose his words, speaking cautiously, "Sir, your drawing is indeed very detailed, but we have never seen this kind of clothing before, I'm afraid..."

"You don't want to do it?" Connors asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, of course not!" the group quickly explained. "We have no experience in making this kind of new clothing. If we want to make a decent garment, we'll probably waste a lot of your expensive fabrics."

Clothing in this world is still very expensive. Without the aid of machines, it is all done by hand, so the production efficiency is extremely slow.

In terms of comfort, the clothes are several levels below those of the previous life, and not only that, the styles are also ugly and cumbersome.

Therefore, Connors plans to bring over some modern clothing styles, not only to satisfy his own preferences, but also to perhaps have the opportunity to grow the business and achieve greater success in the future.

To this end, he also plans to plant some crops that can produce textile raw materials in his territory, and with the addition of fertilizer, he might be able to drive down the price.

Connors said, "Don't worry about it. You only need to worry about one thing: how to make the clothes well."

He looked them in the eyes: "Understand?"

Seeing that the five men all looked uncertain, as if they were suffering from kidney deficiency, Connors thought for a moment and decided to motivate them.

"If you don't produce results within three days, I'll hang you all at the castle gate."

Freeman and the others turned pale instantly, their eyes filled with terror.

Seeing their fighting spirit ignited, Connors nodded in satisfaction and said to Megan beside him:

"Megan, take them to the weaving room."

After seeing the others off, Connors arrived at the training ground in the central courtyard.

At this moment, Calvin, Irving, Aaron, and Vivian are training here.

Even though Calvin has now been promoted to Guardian Knight, he hasn't missed a single day of training. In fact, thanks to the Guardian Knight's more resilient physique, his training intensity is several times higher than before.

I went on a business trip to Lakeside City with Connors these past few days and missed a few days of training. So, I came to the central courtyard early this morning to catch up on the training I missed.

"Lord Connors!" Vivian caught Connors' scent beforehand, and when he reached the courtyard, she leaped up and clung to him like a koala, her tiger tail swaying back and forth.

Connors patted her little bottom and asked, "How's the training going?"

"Very good!" Vivian raised her head, her bright eyes curving into crescents, and two shallow dimples appearing on her smiling face.

"Lord Connors." Upon seeing this, the other knights all came over and greeted him respectfully.

But Connors could sense the anxiety and urgency in Aaron and Irving's expressions.

After scanning the area, Julian was nowhere to be found.

It seems they've gone to the mithril mine... Connors pondered for a moment, placed Vivian on the ground, and turned to look at Aaron and Owen.

"I intend to confer ranks upon you; I wonder if you are willing to pledge your allegiance to me?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them immediately knelt down on one knee, their movements as practiced as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

"Lord Connors, we are willing to offer you our loyalty."

After the conferment of ranks was completed, Connors looked at the expectant eyes of the two men, and a smile appeared in his eyes:

"Let's go, the elves have made preparations for you, but whether you can form a contract is up to you."

"Yes, sir!" ×2

Aaron and Irving exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other's eyes.

Of the five squires who initially followed Connors to Lily Town, only the two of them remained without being awarded ranks, and they were still the weakest knight squires.

Watching the people around him make continuous progress, even Vivian, a young girl, surpass them, while he himself remained stagnant.

This feeling was not pleasant; they were often in a state of anxiety and torment during this period.