Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Considering the current situation, Sylvia instantly understood Connors's thoughts and chuckled, "You want to promote it at the banquet?"

"That's right, I want to be in charge of all the drinks at the banquet." Connors said with an expression that said, "You know me best."

Sylvia's lips curled into a smile. "Many people share your thoughts, and quite a few have come to me, but why should I help you?"

He lives in Connorston.

He thought that, given his status as a member of the Jon family, this small matter wouldn't be a problem.

"What do you want?" he asked, his teeth aching slightly.

"Give me the distribution rights for this wine in Giant Wall City."

"Ugh, I thought it was no big deal." Connors rolled his eyes. "I'll establish a trading company in Lily Town later, and we can just send people from Lion Keep to negotiate."

Unexpectedly, Sylvia shook her head: "It's not Lion Keep, it's me."

Connors paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips, his eyes giving a meaningful look:

"Sister Sylvia is really shrewd and calculating."

"How rude of you to describe a lady like that," Sylvia said calmly. "Besides, Father has given his consent."

"If you're going to lie, at least come up with a plausible reason. You're secretly building up your own power base, do you think he'd agree to that?" Connors scoffed, his face full of disbelief.

Sylvia lowered her eyes: "My father said that you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket. If he falls one day, I can still be used as capital for the Jon family to make a comeback."

Connors was silent for a moment. "So why are you telling me all this? Since it's being done in secret, shouldn't secrecy be the top priority?"

Sylvia looked up, stared at him for a moment, and said, "It's just my intuition, but these last few times you've come back to Lion's Keep, you've changed a lot. You've become inexplicably much more reliable, as if the person before wasn't you at all."

"You have a good eye for people..." Connors muttered to himself.

"Alright, it's time to taste your wine. I hope it's not just a show of bravado." Sylvia was about to call the servants to fetch the glasses when Connors stopped her.

She gave him a puzzled look, and Connors' eyes darted away: "Sister Sylvia, go back to your room and drink some more."

"I'm leaving now. Remember to drink it again when you get back to your room!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Connors had already slipped away.

Sylvia frowned, puzzled.

But she still heeded Connors' advice.

Back in her room, she found herself in a much more luxurious house, larger in size and furnished with simple yet opulent furniture, reflecting the homeowner's refined taste.

Sylvia took a wine glass from the cabinet, removed the cork from the silver bottle, and poured it in.

She brought the glass to her nose and smelled it. The grape aroma was faint and not very strong, which was quite different from the delicacies she had drunk before.

After observing for a moment, she gently pursed her soft lips and tasted the flavor with her tongue.

The moment the purplish-red liquid touched her tongue, her eyes lit up.

Top-notch!

As nobles, their family education included wine tasting, and with the support of considerable resources, they were familiar with almost all the excellent wines in the Kingdom of Steel Dragon.

The taste, flavor, and mouthfeel of this wine are far superior to any wine she has ever tasted before.

She was almost certain that the wine would cause a massive panic buying once it was released.

For the nobility, wine was almost a necessity; many nobles drank more wine than water.

At the same time, banquets are also a major application scenario for wine. If the host can serve high-quality wine to guests, it will undoubtedly be a great honor, quickly shorten the distance between the host and guests, show your strength, and reduce social costs.

Sylvia regretted her decision at this moment, thinking, "If only I had taken the distribution rights for the entire Southern Territory..."

She never expected that the wine Connors brought out would be so exquisite, a truly groundbreaking product.

She then drank it all in one gulp.

The room was quiet.

"Clang..." The cup fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The maid outside the door suddenly felt a surge of magical power coming from inside the room.

The two rang the bell at the door. The door was made of a special material with soundproofing properties, so the sound of the bell had to be rang to reach inside.

I shook it for a long time, but there was no response.

They looked anxious and, without thinking of anything else, pushed the door open and went in.

When I opened the door and saw the scene inside, I was stunned.

Sylvia was found sitting naked on the ground, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, her body trembling as she supported herself on the ground, her skin covered in a black, mud-like substance.

The floor was covered with torn pieces of clothing.

Upon seeing the two maids enter, she could no longer maintain her composure and collapsed.

"Sylvia-sama!!"

the other side.

On his way back to his room, Connors suddenly thought of a question.

If you want to avoid the banquet turning into a collective social disaster, then you must make sure everyone uses their first time.

But how to consume it... Connors thought for a long time before realizing something.

Sylvia is in charge of the banquet arrangements, so let her worry about it.

......

As time went on, the atmosphere in Giantwall City became increasingly lively, and figures of Earth Knight rank began to appear on the streets.

Carriages from the other three realms, as well as the capital, began to appear one after another, converging on the city center.

During this period, Connors intercepted a lot of high-quality resources by using the intelligence system that was updated every night.

He found a bag of gold coins lost by a nobleman, high-quality materials he found at a street stall, and magic potions that could improve his aptitude... He was having a blast picking up money.

on the street.

A glamorous young woman in her early twenties swayed gracefully, leading her energetic tiger-eared daughter down the street. Her large, watery eyes darted left and right, showing great interest in everything. This captivating scene attracted a swarm of eagle-eyed wolves.

After breakfast, Connors, as usual, took Vanessa and Vivian for a stroll in the city.

Julian stayed in the castle to catch up with his old knight friends.

The two did not wear the specially made clothing, which was Connors's special instruction. He wanted to save this main course for last, as revealing it prematurely would greatly diminish the effect.

Vanessa pouted, her alluring body wriggling slightly. "I'm so used to those clothes, it feels so strange to change back."

"Let's just bear with it for now, we can do whatever we want once the banquet starts," Connors said.

At that moment, he noticed that Vivian was staring straight in a certain direction, swallowing hard.

Connors followed her gaze.

Across the street, there was a cake shop, and a sweet aroma was wafting from the shop, filling the street.

A long queue had formed in front of the shop; it seemed to be a popular snack in Giant Wall City.

He crouched down and asked, "Does Vivian want some?"

"I want it!" Vivian's eyes brightened, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"I want one too, Master~" Vanessa couldn't resist joining in, blinking her big eyes and saying sweetly.

"Wait here, I'll go buy them for you two." Connors said this before heading to the back of the line to join the purchase.

Vanessa gazed at Connors' retreating figure with her eyes crinkling, her gaze fixed solely on him.

Just then, a flirtatious voice came from behind:

"Hey, little sister, why are you all alone?"

......

at the same time.

A pale green, prestigious carriage stopped at the gates of Lion's Castle. The carriage was engraved with an emblem made of interwoven green leaves and flowers, the symbol of the Natural Sanctuary.

Sylvia, accompanied by a line of elegantly dressed maids, was already waiting at the door, her eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

In previous years, the Holy Court would also send someone over as a token gesture, their status wouldn't be too high, it was just a formality to announce to everyone: you're all doing well, I'm all doing well, we're all doing well.

But for some reason this year, news came from the capital that the third Holy Maiden of the Holy See would be coming to participate, and this Holy Maiden's identity is somewhat special.

She was both the king's daughter and a saint of the papacy, a combination of identities that often left both sides unsure of how to treat her.

In the Steel Dragon Kingdom, the conflict between the Papacy and the Royal Family is quite intense; otherwise, the King wouldn't have directly announced the cancellation of Sophia's royal status just because she joined the Papacy.

A young girl in a light green priestess robe stepped down from the carriage. She held a staff that resembled a tree trunk, had almond-shaped eyes like emeralds, and her chest was bulging, making the green leaves look plump. Several maids, also dressed in priestess robes, followed her down.

"Your Highness Sophia Augustus, welcome to Lion's Castle." Sylvia lifted her skirt and gave an elegant bow.

Sophia chuckled and shook her head: "I've already been expelled from the royal family, so please don't call me Your Highness anymore. We're about the same age, just call me Sophia."

"Well... alright." Sylvia then asked, "I wonder what brings Your Highness to the Lion Keep's year-end banquet?"

Sophia glanced around silently with her almond-shaped eyes, without saying a word.

Sylvia understood immediately and smiled, "Come to my room, we can have a good chat."

The two entered Sylvia's room, leaving all her entourage outside.

"My room is specially soundproofed, so you can speak freely here," Sylvia said, pouring her a glass of water.

Sofia took a sip and nodded: "Did you know about my disappearance a while ago?"

"I've heard a little about it." Sylvia nodded.

It is said that the Pope was furious at the time, and the Holy See nearly turned the entire capital upside down.

"I was betrayed and sold into slavery, but I was saved by the God of Nature." Sophia's eyes shimmered as she whispered, "It was Baron Connors Jon who rescued me before I was sold to the Sun. That's why I'm here today."

So that's how it is. It seems the competition within the Vatican is quite fierce... Sylvia remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she analyzed the situation. After a moment, she realized what was happening, abruptly raising her head, her gaze filled with astonishment:

"Who?!"

Sophia smiled. "That's right, it's Connors Jon. At first, I thought he was a lewd guy, but now it seems that what's circulating in the capital is just a rumor."

Sylvia was still in shock and didn't hear what she was saying. Her thoughts were suddenly pulled back to before the news of Sophia's disappearance came out.

That was shortly after Connors had chosen her elves and left the Great Wall City. She had only recently met Vali, but strangely, Vali was soon summoned by his father, who then had to travel to the capital...

"What's wrong?" Sofia asked with concern, seeing that Sylvia looked preoccupied.

Sylvia snapped out of her daze, realized her lapse in composure, composed herself, and returned to her previous dignified and elegant self.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered some things." Sylvia suppressed her thoughts and continued the previous topic: "If that's the case, then there's no need to avoid talking about it, right?"

"It was Baron Jon who specifically asked me not to mention him before he left," Sophia said, somewhat discouraged. "Do you think I'm that annoying to him?"

He probably didn't want to get involved with you and cause trouble for himself... Sylvia's eyes flashed, but she didn't voice her thoughts.

Because she noticed that the princess and saint seemed to treat Connors somewhat differently.

Women understand women best; if this trend continues, who knows...

......

After Connors bought the cake and walked out of the store carrying two sheets of parchment paper, he heard a loud "boom" from afar.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white figure flying backward at an extremely fast speed, crashing into a shop on the side of the street, causing the surrounding crowd to panic and flee.

Where Vanessa and Vivian had been standing, four or five figures in knight armor had now gathered. Among them, a young man in a magnificent robe stood behind the knights with an expression of watching a show.

Surrounded by knights, Vanessa lay on the ground, her black hair obscuring her face, her body filthy, and her exposed arms covered in bruises, her fate unknown.

The richly dressed young man sneered, "Just a slave, yet he dares to refuse?"

"Kill her, and take the other White Tiger with you."

"Yes."

One of the knights obeyed the order, raised his sword, and was about to cut Vanessa's head.

Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the area, and the floating water vapor condensed into ice flowers in the eyes of the man in the fine robe.

"Be careful, sir!"

As the knight gave his warning, a torrent of icy water shot out from across the street, striking the man in the fine robe with the force to freeze everything.

Just as the icy torrents were about to collide, a knight flashed in front of the man in the fine robe, drew a greatsword, and held it up before him.

A surge of magical power poured in, and a heavy sword and shield rose from the greatsword, splitting the torrent in two like a boulder in a stream.

After the floodwaters receded, a cold mist rose from the streets.

Vanessa, who was behind the knight, had also disappeared without anyone noticing.

As if sensing something, they looked towards the shop that the white tiger had smashed, where a figure was gently placing the charming woman on the ground.

"Vivian, is she still alive?" Connors called out urgently, his back to the ruins behind him.

"Lord Connors...cough cough cough..." Vivian coughed up blood as she crawled out of the ruins, her body covered in wounds, her face full of self-reproach: "I'm sorry, it's Vivian's fault for being useless."

"Let's put that aside for now. Take Vanessa and head to Lion Keep to find Sylvia." Connors said with a serious expression, "Among them are Earth Knights; you're no match for them."

"But...I..."

"Go quickly!"

Vivian bit her lip.

With a reluctant expression, he hoisted Vanessa onto his back, leaped into the air, and ran towards Lion Keep in the city center.

The richly dressed young man then looked at Connors with a sinister grin: "You dare to ruin my plans."

Connors stared coldly at them, proclaiming loudly, "Aris Rosemount, I am Connors Jon, the nineteenth son of the Grand Duke of the South. Do you dare lay a hand on me here?"

At the same time, information about the official flashed through his mind: Aris Rosemount, the son of the Grand Duke of the West, who was showered with affection.

Unlike his duke father, this grand duke had only one son, so Aris was excessively pampered in the Westerlands.

Growing up under such pampering, his personality can be described as arrogant, domineering, and disdainful of others, even worse than his predecessor.

In the West, he was known as: the cancer of the West.

The young man in the fine robe scoffed: "The Grand Duke of the Southern Territory has more than twenty sons, so many that others can't even recognize them all. I'm sure he wouldn't care if one or two died."

Connors's face darkened.

"Go get him! Kill him!"

The man in the fine robe was accompanied by five knights. Four of them arrived in an instant with incredible speed the moment he finished speaking, and four sharp swords slashed at Connors's vital points from various tricky angles.

Battle is imminent!