Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

The Empire of Blazing Sun, the Cult of the Sun God.

Magnificent spires, golden-carved colonnades, a square paved with white marble, and golden willows shimmering with embers.

This is the headquarters of the Sun God Cult. Whether it is night or day, it is always as bright and dazzling as the sun, and the sky here is always hazy and yellow.

In the central hall of the magnificent and divine parish.

A human-shaped stone sculpture with a sun wheel hanging behind it stands here. Its face is indistinct, but its muscular body makes people unconsciously imagine its heroic and handsome appearance.

At the center of the sun disc behind Him, there is a jewel that shimmers with golden light, constantly emitting a clear golden glow, like a small sun illuminating the entire hall.

Directly beneath the giant stone sculpture, countless believers knelt on the ground as if they were subjects paying homage, with their hands clasped together and their eyes closed in devout prayer.

Each of them wore a hood and a white-gold robe printed with a sun pattern, and an aura of holiness and intensity surrounded them.

On the crimson-gold steps in front of the crowd stood an elderly figure dressed in a platinum papal robe, leaning on a golden staff, with his back to the crowd.

He was resting with his eyes closed.

At that moment, a believer dressed in a white and gold robe pushed open the heavy door, strode across the spacious hall, through the crowd, and came to the side of the old man.

He leaned down and whispered, "Your Holiness, everything is ready, we're just waiting for the end of the year."

The aged figure known as the Pope slowly opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of molten gold pupils, cold and majestic.

"Go and prepare the Sun Bridge. Also, inform the palace about this and tell them to get ready."

"Yes."

The figure disappeared.

The Pope looked up at the statue of the sun god, bowed his head, and silently prayed:

May the sun's glory protect us.

......

Southern Border, Lily Castle.

Connors put down the bottle and glanced in surprise at the charming woman smiling broadly at him in front of the desk:

"It tastes great, much better than the wine you mixed seven days ago."

Vanessa's smile deepened, she shook her head, a smug look on her face, and leisurely explained:

"I've put in a lot of effort while you were gone. I took the finished products to the people in the castle to taste, and after incorporating everyone's opinions, we have the results we have now."

"Not bad, thank you for your hard work." Connors praised, then shook his head: "But it's still not enough. There are many wines of this quality in Giant Wall City and the Royal Capital, and quite a few that are even more delicious."

Having enjoyed many fine foods in the capital, Connors has very high standards for this.

As for wine from his previous life, he hadn't drunk much of it. His only knowledge of it was that the raw material was grapes and the process involved fermentation; he knew nothing else.

After all, who has the time to learn how wine is produced?

"Ah~" Vanessa's face fell, and the beautiful Overseas Chinese Federation looked somewhat dejected.

In an effort to blend a wine that would satisfy Connors, she had barely slept these past few days, her eyes constantly on the liver, but it was still rejected.

Have you ever experienced that despair of never being able to catch up no matter how hard you try?

That's pretty much how she felt at that moment.

Connors patted Vanessa's head and comforted her, "Don't be discouraged, it's no use being discouraged anyway."

"Is this supposed to be comforting?" Vanessa rolled her eyes and slapped Connors' hand away.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Osis's voice came from outside:

"Lord Connors, what you asked me to build is now complete."

"Come in."

"Yes."

The door opened, and Osis carried in a wooden crate specifically for storing armor. With a thud, the heavy crate was placed on his table.

Connors's eyes held a hint of anticipation.

After purchasing supplies from Lake City, Ocysis's forge has gained the initial capability to process mithril.

Mithril is a resource comparable to that of an Earth Knight; how could he possibly keep such a treasure trove unused?

Upon his return, he immediately instructed Osis to begin forging mithril equipment.

With the help of some forging information from the books I bought, I finally achieved results today.

Vanessa watched from the side, and unusually, she saw a strong sense of anticipation on Connors' face.

Osis slowly took out the pieces of snow-white silver armor from the wooden box and placed them on the ground.

Before long, a complete set of mithril armor pieces appeared on the ground.

This is a standard set of knight's armor, built entirely to knight's specifications. The components include a helmet, faceplate, breastplate, shoulder armor, gauntlets, etc.

Each component is exceptionally exquisite, with special designs at the joints to ensure that all the armor pieces can be connected as one piece, allowing for free movement.

It's clear that Osis put a lot of thought into it.

Connors casually picked up a forearm armor and, upon closer inspection, discovered that the surface of the forearm armor had fine, wavy patterns that seemed to follow a certain regularity in their arrangement.

He applied slight pressure with his palm, but his forearm nail remained completely still.

The veins on his arms bulged as he fully exerted the grip strength of a guardian knight.

The forearm armor remained completely still, without even the slightest tremor.

Connors felt as if he were holding a thick, high wall in his hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge it at all; it remained as immovable as a mountain.

"Very good." Connors looked satisfied.

As expected of Mithril, as expected of resources comparable to those of the Earth Knights.

"It's a pity I didn't master the art of inscribing magic spells, otherwise this armor would be even stronger and could have some other functions added." Osis shook his head with some regret.

"A spell inscription?" Connors looked over with a puzzled expression.

Vanessa, who was standing next to her, was also hearing this term for the first time.

"You don't know about spell inscription?" Osis looked surprised, as if he had seen a giant panda.

These things are basically common knowledge in the High Mountain Kingdom.

The two shook their heads in confusion.

Osis sighed and began to explain: "There are three ways in which magical artifacts can be created."

"One reason is that after being tempered by extraordinary power over a long period of time, it will eventually transform into a magical treasure."

"The most typical example is magic. A piece of ordinary iron, after being soaked in magic for a long time, will transform into a magical treasure."

It's commonly known as developing a patina? Connors' eyes flickered, his mind racing.

"The second type is crafted by artisans, using magical materials and special techniques to create them. As the techniques differ, many interesting schools have emerged, such as magical artifacts that specialize in weaving clothing, magical artifacts that carve ornaments, magical artifacts that use mechanisms... I won't go into detail here."

"In the crafting process, there are four main focuses, one of which is [spell inscription]."

"A spell is a special language that a magician chants when casting a spell. Inscribing a spell on an object can add special magical effects to it. It is also affectionately called 'enchanting' by us blacksmiths."

I know that. There's a blocky-style game where you can enchant, but I don't know if you guys need an enchanting table when you enchant... Connors silently complained.

"And the third one?" Vanessa couldn't help but ask.

Connors looked over as well, staring at him warily. You'd better not say you don't know. If you leave this out of context, I'll be tempted to hang you at the castle gate.