Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

The study has been renovated.

Julian pushed open the door and entered, holding the intelligence he had extracted from Brady, his expression somewhat grave.

With Brady unconscious, Connors handed over the interrogation to Julian and returned to his study to wait.

Seeing Julian's expression, he joked, "What's wrong? You look so serious. Anyone who didn't know better would think the king has passed away."

Passed away? What does that mean?

A flicker of doubt crossed Julian's eyes, but he had no time to think about it. He took a deep breath and said, "He definitely has something on him."

"But... never mind, you should take a look for yourself."

He handed a piece of paper to Connors.

Connors took it with a puzzled look and began to browse it.

The paper was filled with notes, all of them trivial little things.

But when his gaze fell on the last line, it read:

[There is a mithril vein in the fractured canyon in the middle of the cliff mountain range. I originally planned to go to the capital to sell this information to the nobles there, but I didn't expect to be intercepted by you halfway.]

Connors was overjoyed. Excellent! It really was a big secret; there was actually a mithril vein.

Mithril—when his predecessor was still at home, he heard his tutor talk about it. It was a very expensive magical material, but he didn't know exactly how expensive it was because he was sleeping in class and missed the second half of the lesson.

However, to catch the eye of the Duke's tutor, one must be extraordinary.

"Isn't this fine? Why do you look like that?" Connors laughed. "Like you're constipated."

Julian sighed. "My lord, I won't ask how you knew that Brady had information about the mithril mine."

Do you really understand the value of mithril?

Connors' smile slowly faded, and he vaguely realized something: "When I was still in Giantwall City, my tutor told me that it was a very valuable metal."

Wallwall, the heart of the South, is the home of House Jon Snow and the most prosperous place in the entire South.

"You should fire your tutor. He's an irresponsible person who has instilled in you incomplete knowledge," Julian said discontentedly.

Connors, feeling a little guilty, coughed twice and asked, "So, what exactly happened?"

Julian said, "The value of mithril cannot be described simply as 'expensive'."

"It is lighter than a feather and harder than steel, making it a strategic material directly comparable to the Earth Knight level."

"If you use this message to exchange for resources, you can get a powerful battle-type Pokémon."

"If news of the mithril veins in the Cliff Mountains leaks out..."

"In a short time, the Holy Court, the four dukes, the royal family, and other forces will gather here."

At this point, Julian paused, his eyes deep and unfathomable:

"This area of ​​the cliff mountain range will be transformed into a purgatory."

Connors gasped; he now finally understood the gravity of the situation.

He can't handle this.

"What suggestions do you have?" he asked.

Julian hesitated for a moment before saying, "My lord, this is a matter of great importance, and I cannot interfere with your decision."

"It's alright, don't worry. No matter how things turn out, it's my responsibility," Connors said to Julian.

Julian hesitated for a moment before saying, "You are not only the Baron of Lilytown, but also the son of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory."

"You and the Duke are family, sharing the same blood; this is a natural bridge to building trust."

"I believe the best solution to this matter is to exchange intelligence for resources from your father."

"With the Duke's strength, he is fully capable of taking this piece of meat. I believe your father will not be stingy with his son."

After expressing his thoughts, Julian remained silent and said no more.

After listening to his words, Connors fell into deep thought.

Julian's suggestion was also the first thing that came to his mind; it seemed to be the best solution for the current situation.

This ensured both their own safety and maximized their interests.

But he was also greedy. Such a huge treasure was just going to be handed over to his old man, Ma?

Moreover, if this message were given to the Duke, he would surely send people to establish a stronghold in the Cliff Mountains, which would undoubtedly be like inviting a lion to lie on the sidelines for Lily Town at this stage.

Every move I make will be exposed to my Duke father's eyes.

This was unacceptable to Connors, and a solution that satisfied both sides had to be found.

A brief silence fell over the study.

After a long silence, Connors said in a deep voice, "Julian, take some tools and ropes, we're going to the Rift Canyon."

He planned to go and take a look first.

"Just the two of us?" Julian asked.

Just the two of us.

Julian nodded: "Yes, sir."

Julian was a knight who had formally pledged allegiance to him through a commissioning ceremony. For a knight, 'loyalty' is the first principle of chivalry.

This concept is instilled in the mind during the first knightly lesson taken during the squire stage.

The conferment ceremony is a very solemn and serious event, much like a wedding ceremony, announcing to the public: This knight is mine, and you bunch of sluts, get out of my way.

This is a more binding social contract than a paper contract.

Constrained by both ideology and the system, Connors was not worried at all that Julian would betray him, unless he wanted to face the disgust of the entire aristocratic class.

Of course, there are also nobles with unique fetishes who enjoy NTRing other people's knights, but that's another story.

After making preparations, the two quietly left the castle and entered the cliff mountains, evading everyone's sight.

After spending some time reaching the fractured canyon, Julian went to tie the rope to a large tree nearby.

Connors stood on the cliff edge, tentatively sticking his head out to look down.

The canyon is deep and bottomless, with jagged edges on both sides, resembling the gaping maw of a giant beast. Strange noises can be heard from the bottom of the valley from time to time, as if this were the entrance to hell.

Following the edge of the cliff, the gaze travels into the distance, where the rift valley stretches endlessly into the distance, seemingly without end.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounded twice uncontrollably, and he pulled his head back in fear.

If one accidentally slips and falls, the whole book is over... Connors subtly made a joke.

"My lord, everything is ready." Julian's voice came from behind.

He turned his head and saw Julian with a rope wrapped around his waist and another rope hanging from his shoulder. There were also layers of rope piled up on the ground, with the other end of each rope tied to a century-old tree.

"Are we just going to go down like this?" Connors was somewhat resistant. He felt it was too thin and not thick enough, and he didn't feel safe at all.

"Don't be afraid, sir. I will protect you and keep you safe."

Connors looked on with a skeptical expression when Julian simply hoisted him up on his shoulder—yes, the kind of hoisting you'd use to carry sandbags.

"What are you going to do... wait... feed... ahh ...

Julian fell very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

A heart-wrenching scream, mingled with the sound of wind, echoed from the darkness:

Julian————

"I'll go to your place at 8 AM!!!!"

The voice was melodious and lingering, revealing its sincerity.