Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Osis took them and looked through them one by one, his expression sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking his head.

There was a lot of information, and it took him a while to finish reading it. He looked up and met Connors' expectant gaze.

"How is it?"

"Some of them really do catch the eye." He flipped through the documents, pulled out one, pointed to the rugged battle sword drawn on it, and said:

"For example, this one looks like a weapon used by a very tall person. It's the first time I've ever seen a weapon like this. It's very interesting."

"What about the others?" Connors asked.

Osis shook his head: "I don't understand the others. Some of them look like mechanical things, but I'm a complete novice in this area."

Connors was somewhat disappointed.

The birth of a battle spirit is full of uncertainty, but there is one situation in which a battle spirit will definitely be born.

That is the emergence of new weapons.

When the first new weapon is invented, a battle spirit will inevitably be born.

Based on this theorem, the first thing that came to Connors' mind was firearms.

If firearms were invented in this world, what would the elves born from them be like?

Pistol Elf?

Charge Gun Elf?

Sniper Rifle Sprite?

Mortar Spirit?

He also wanted to know if there was any fertile ground for firearms to survive in this world.

However, it seems that the conditions are not yet ripe. At least one more craftsman skilled in mechanical devices needs to be recruited.

"Then try crafting those materials that you can understand. There's no rush. Focus on crafting mithril equipment first."

"Yes, sir Connors."

......

three days later.

"Connors!" Vanessa, carrying a bottle of liquor, excitedly pushed open the door without even knocking.

"What's the rush? I could hear you shouting from way over there," Connors said irritably.

Vanessa strode up to him, slammed the bottle down with a bang, causing the liquid inside to slosh around high. Her expression was excited: "Try it! This time it'll definitely work!"

"Really...?" he asked, half believing it.

After the first two failures, he no longer expects to figure it out in a short time and has prepared for a long-term endeavor.

After all, scientific research is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

He pulled out the cork from the bottle and, as usual, smelled the opening. There was no smell at all, not even the smell of grapes.

Connors frowned and glanced at her.

How come it's getting worse and worse?

But seeing her confident expression and the way her nostrils were practically pointing to the sky, he couldn't bring himself to directly criticize her.

"I'll just have a taste..." Connors reluctantly poured himself a glass.

Vanessa stared at him intently, her eyes filled with a strong sense of anticipation.

What's going on? Something doesn't seem right about that expression. Could it be poisoned? Connors was suspicious, but trusting Vanessa, he drank it anyway.

He swallowed twice, and the liquor flowed down his esophagus into his stomach.

"Thump!"

In the silence, the sound of a heart pounding was unusually clear.

Connors' pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

The wine has a sweet aftertaste, and the aroma of grapes explodes in your mouth like C4, intensely stimulating your taste buds and penetrating your cerebral cortex, constantly teasing every nerve... and that's not all!!

The next second, with a "boom," every pore on his body opened up, and the magical pressure erupted uncontrollably. A deep, bone-chilling sense of comfort instantly washed over his entire body, and all the valves in his body opened wide uncontrollably... It's not over yet!!

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle~~~"

With a series of tearing sounds, Connors' clothes suddenly burst into pieces, leaving him standing naked in the study.

His eyes were glazed over, and his face was flushed with a faint blush.

My God, this is huge! It's almost as long as my arm... A hint of triumph flashed in Vanessa's eyes, but when her gaze involuntarily swept down, a blush rose on her face, and her eyes became alluring.

But that's not all!

A second or two after all this happened, a thick, black, mud-like substance began to seep from Connors's body.

He felt dizzy and listless, and then everything went black before his eyes, and his consciousness sank into chaos.

......

After an unknown amount of time, in the luxurious master bedroom, the figure lying on the bed opened his eyes a crack.

Connors's gaze was vacant. The dim ceiling in front of him gradually became clear, and this familiar scene successfully brought his brain back online, and his eyes gradually regained their sparkle.

He sat up in bed, looking bewildered.

What happened?

Only then did he realize that the blanket on his right side was a bit heavy. He turned his head and saw Vanessa lying there, occasionally smacking her lips, sleeping soundly.

My gaze swept over her head and then through the balcony to look outside, where it was already pitch black.

I remember now, I drank the wine Vanessa brought me, and then I passed out—no, I passed out from sheer pleasure… Connors looked down, questioning his existence.

He still vividly remembers the exhilarating sensation that rushed to his tailbone before he lost consciousness.

Moreover, she herself seemed to have changed a bit, but she would have to ask her for details... Connors clenched her fist thoughtfully.

He glanced at Vanessa, who was fast asleep, and seeing that she looked like she would sleep forever, the thoughtful look on his face vanished instantly. He slapped her on the head with a "smack" and woke her up.

Vanessa looked at him sleepily, her face still dazed, her brain not yet back to its normal state.

Seeing Connors's dark face, he snapped out of it with a "Ah!" and chuckled dryly:

"You're awake..."

"You knew about the effects of that wine all along, didn't you?" Connors smiled deathly, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Isn't this a surprise for you? It looks pretty good now, doesn't it?" Vanessa swallowed hard, climbed onto the bed, and sat down next to Connors, wrapping her arms around his with a fawning expression, trying to blackmail him with her weapon.

Sure enough, people can't withstand the threat of a weapon. Connors grumbled, "Let it go this time."

"So, what do you think of this wine?" Vanessa's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Connors hesitated for a moment, then smiled as she watched her grow increasingly tense.

"It's excellent, both in terms of taste and everything else, which is very surprising. And it seems to have some other benefits as well, right?"

Vanessa smiled smugly:

"Of course, this wine can not only wash away impurities from the body, but also clear away thick, stagnant blood from the blood."

No wonder... Connors suddenly realized that he felt much lighter after waking up, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden that had lasted for many years.

He immediately felt a surge of excitement. With such a superb taste and such efficacy, he could imagine how vast the future of this product was.

However, the "clothing ripping" part is a bit... Connors asked with a stomachache, "Can this 'clothing ripping' problem be solved? This is really a bit too..."

Can you imagine this: at a dinner table, everyone raises their glasses to drink, and the instant the alcohol enters their stomachs, everyone's clothes are torn, leaving them standing naked on the spot?

That scene was incredibly awkward.

"I can't help it," Vanessa said, blinking her innocent, watery eyes.

"However, if the clothing is sturdy enough, it shouldn't burst open," she added after thinking for a moment.

Connors suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Does this wine have a name?"

"Not yet, I'm waiting for you." Vanessa shook her head.

Connors lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Then let's call it Vanessa Wine, named after you."

"Vanessa..."

A murmur echoed in the room, and Vanessa's watery eyes shone even brighter in the dim light.