Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

In February, as winter drew to a close, the core construction of Baihe Town gradually came to fruition.

The town no longer resembles a small town; it feels more like a thriving city.

The road is no longer bumpy and rugged; it has been paved with neat and clean stone bricks.

Public facilities such as markets, toilets, and schools have all been completed.

For this Lily Town redevelopment project, Connors proposed a new construction method that integrates steel twisted into a grid-like structure into a wet mixture of cement, gravel, sand, and water.

This is what is commonly known as reinforced concrete.

After Forrest adopted it, he applied it to the renovation plan according to his own understanding. After several failures, it can be said that the effect was good, and the residential area has many more sturdy three-story buildings.

The reason it's three stories is because if it were any higher, Forrest wouldn't be able to keep up.

During this process, Hecate's Yotsuki Trading Company also moved from Greatwall City to Lily Town. The arrival of the Yotsuki Trading Company was like a powerful life force, adding a lot of vitality to Lily Town.

The arrival of a powerful merchant guild with influence throughout the southern region has greatly increased the population and created many jobs.

Now, Baihe Town is like a normal small town, full of vitality and with a self-sufficient economy.

In front of the now drastically changed Lily Castle, a huge public square has been built.

At this moment, the square was crowded with people. Connors had all the residents of Lily Town gathered there, as he had something to announce.

"What does the lord have to announce this time?"

"Of course it's a good thing. This is the first time I've seen such a good lord as Lord Connors."

"Yes, I've almost forgotten what hunger feels like."

"Look, Lord Connors is here."

On the solid marble platform in front of the square, Connors led a group of officials from Lily Town up.

He stood in front of the railing, slowly scanning the crowd in the square, some curious, some respectful, and some expectant.

"Gentlemen, I am Connors Jon, Lord of Lilytown!"

The powerful sound enveloped the entire square, suppressing the clamor of the crowd.

The square fell silent instantly!

"Today, I have some good news to announce." Connors smiled and snapped his fingers.

Megan, understanding his intention, stepped forward and handed him a list.

Connors looked at the list, uttering names one by one, which spread throughout the square:

"Nolan Bryan, Laura Sanders, Reed Howard, Zoe Sawyer, Oreo Bacon..."

After reading all the names on the list, he looked up and scanned the crowd. Many of them looked fearful and uneasy, their eyes filled with apprehension.

He smiled and said, "Congratulations to everyone whose names have been called. After calculation, your points have reached the standard. In accordance with the decree of Lily Town, I will grant you the status of free citizens. At the same time, I hereby award each of you five pounds of mutton and ownership of your current residence. Please come forward to receive your awards if your names are called."

The words fell.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, then it was instantly detonated.

The crowd below the stage was abuzz with discussion, and a huge uproar echoed throughout the square.

Even though official decrees had been issued, no one truly believed that nobles would allow their slaves to become free citizens.

Slavery means cheapness, means no payment, no legal rights, no political rights, no human rights, and no burden no matter how much exploitation and oppression occurs.

For nobles, this is a group of assets without any burdens; no noble would be foolish enough to lose their assets.

For the slaves of Lily Town, who had already solved their basic needs for food and clothing and no longer worried about hunger, the prospect of regaining their status as free citizens was undoubtedly very attractive.

This means that they will no longer be working for the lord; everything they earn through their labor will be for their own future.

This desire, driven by self-interest, made every slave in the audience's eyes turn red with rage.

Connors watched their reaction with satisfaction.

He actually took this speech very seriously, and had thought of many ideas in his mind, such as how to control the pace, arouse the enthusiasm of the audience, and how to use some gorgeous words to show his cultural heritage.

But in the end, he discarded all his previous drafts because he discovered something.

The social structure of this era meant that slaves had no access to learning. Years of exploitation made even survival a luxury for them, so how could they care about the brilliance of your speech or understand whether you quoted classical texts?

Moreover, language that strikes at the soul never needs to be adorned with fancy words; the simplest and most straightforward language suffices.

The group following behind Connors were all surprised to see the vitality bursting from the slaves' faces.

This was the first time they had ever seen such vibrant life force and vitality on the faces of slaves.

After a brief commotion, about twenty people whose names were called timidly emerged from the crowd and, after their identities were verified, went up on stage one after another to receive their awards.

Connors ordered his men to bring up the meat that had been prepared behind the stage.

The still-frozen mutton was placed on the table with a thud, heavy as a mountain of bright red and tender meat.

The visual impact was enormous for the slaves, some of whom had never eaten meat in their lives.

Those below the stage, including those on the stage who had become free citizens, stared intently at the bright red, already prepared mutton, their eyes gleaming with a sinister light. A series of swallowing sounds filled the room.

With the rye and wheat fairy silkworms evolving into little fairies, and with fertilizer replenishing the soil's nutrients, the yield of food crops has greatly increased, making it no problem at all to feed the current population of the territory.

But that does not include meat.

Even the earliest batch of slaves who came to Lily Town ate meat very infrequently, about once every two weeks.

So when this lump of meat was placed in front of them, all the desires in their hearts were instantly unleashed.

As the ancients said, food and sex are human nature.

The appetite has a tremendous impact on people; even modern people with a full education may not be able to resist it, let alone these slaves.

After the awards ceremony was completed and Connors and others left the venue, the crowd in the square quickly dispersed.

They need to hurry back to their posts, complete their tasks as quickly as possible, and strive to become free citizens so they can finally have a good meal of meat.

............

Blackrock City.

The city is named after the Black Stone Mountains, which are adjacent to a huge black stone mine. People process the black stone mined from the mine into various black stone handicrafts, such as black stone bowls, black stone pots, black stone forks, and so on.

In the busiest part of Blackrock City, opposite the Vanessa Wine Hotel, a new wine shop has quietly opened up.

Vanessa wines have now gained a strong reputation in the South, putting immense pressure on other wineries.

Passersby, including customers queuing in front of the Vanessa Grape Hotel, were all curious about who was so brave.

As the gate across the street opened, two elegantly dressed women, both scantily clad, emerged, immediately attracting a group of people who liked to appear cultured.

Viscount Kieran was one of them. When he entered the shop, he saw that it was full of beautiful female shop assistants. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the shop assistants' consciences bore the words "Ford Chamber of Commerce".

Just then, a beautiful shop assistant walked over:

"Sir, the wines sold in our shop are all the latest creations from the Torres family, and their taste is in no way inferior to Vanessa wines across the street."

Viscount Kieran shifted his gaze from the snow-white cleavage, somewhat disdainfully responding to the shop assistant's words: "Is the Dorothy family desperate? Opening a shop opposite Vanessa Winery—what's the difference between that and suicide?"

"If you don't believe me, sir, you'll know once you try it." The pretty shop assistant smiled, not angry at all.

Viscount Kieran glanced at the long queue opposite him and thought to himself that since he couldn't buy it anytime soon, he might as well give it a try.

"Alright, pour me a glass, but if it doesn't taste good, don't blame me for being rude," he said, putting on airs and acting aloof.

As he said this, he had already sentenced the other person to death in his heart.

He's growing to love Vanessa wine more and more; not only does it taste amazing, but it also supposedly has health benefits.

Since drinking Vanessa wine, the pain he suffered from breathing errors during his previous breathing exercises has been gradually lessening.