Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 88 Human? Ghost?

On the drawing, intricate lines and graphics intertwine, with large areas of small text marked on the edges.

At the very top of the drawing, two large characters are boldly written:

Ball mine.

Connors was momentarily dazed, as if he were seeing the design blueprints from his past life.

"My lord, look here. Based on your previous suggestions, I've used a trigger mechanism made from the bullet core. When pressed, the cone connected to the bullet core will pierce a material called energy crystal. The magic power stored inside the energy crystal will leak out and then charge the entire sphere along the magic crystal chain. In my prediction, this process will take about 3 to 10 seconds, but we still need to conduct experiments to be precise..."

Connors listened as Grant excitedly introduced the various magical materials, some of which Connors recognized and others of which he did not.

For example, energy crystals are crystals that can absorb and store energy; they have a rather high market price, amounting to 5...

Gold coins per pound.

However, it is said that this crystal is not produced in the Steel Dragon Kingdom, and every energy crystal is imported from other countries.

"You've figured out something new so quickly?" Connors asked in surprise.

"You don't know, do you? I've been researching spells for many years. Although I was always limited by funding before and didn't dare to try things out casually." Grant looked at him intently, as if he were looking at a stunningly beautiful woman. "But it's different here. There are plenty of materials, and there are no rules or restrictions. I can devote myself to research and development without any distractions. I can boldly try out many of the ideas I've accumulated before."

"You don't know, I've made a lot of blueprints in my room, and I haven't taken them out yet."

"I've struck gold..." Connors patted him on the shoulder: "Remember to get some rest."

He looked at the three of them and said in a serious tone, "The research on ball mines needs to be accelerated. We must achieve results as soon as possible. If you need any supplies, just let me know."

"Lord Connors, what has happened?" Osis noticed something.

"You don't need to know. Just focus on what you're supposed to do. Grant, come with me to the study. I have something to give you," Connors said.

Blackrock City.

18th Street, 54th House.

Clap!

Clang!

"Garret, wake up! This is our last bit of savings!"

Snapped!

"Get out of my way, you filthy bitch! Give me the money now, or I'll kill anyone who gets in my way while I'm drinking!"

"Daddy, don't hit Mommy..."

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Amidst the sounds of shattering plates, shouting, arguing, and a little girl crying, a man burst through the door with a bang, his eyes bloodshot and his face flushed with excitement, and ran toward the Ford Chamber of Commerce's liquor store.

The room was a mess; the table was overturned, the plates were broken, and everything in the cabinet had been taken out, as if it had been ransacked by thieves.

An ordinary-looking woman with crow's feet around her eyes sat slumped in the mess, her face red and swollen, with bruises on the corners of her mouth.

Gazing at her husband's departing figure through the pushed-open door, her eyes reddened, and she felt utterly powerless.

Her name is Farah. She has been married to Garrett for almost ten years and they have an eight-year-old daughter. Her husband works as a foreman in a mine in the Black Rock Mountains, while she runs a flower shop on the street corner.

Although life was hard, the couple lived a peaceful life on their income.

But ever since her husband got involved with Torres' new wine, he has changed into this state without her noticing.

She stopped going to work and spent her days drinking heavily. Not only that, she also accumulated a lot of debt. To pay off the debt, she sold her flower shop, and now he has taken away the last bit of savings her family had.

The loving husband and devoted family man seemed to have never existed; the wonderful life they had shared before was like a fleeting dream.

Compared to the past decade, the changes during this period were so brief and so unexpected that Farah even felt that the previous period was a dream she had imagined, giving her a sense of unreality.

"Mommy, does it hurt here? Let me blow on it for you, and it won't hurt anymore!" Eight-year-old Jasmine carefully leaned over, pouted her little lips, and gently blew on Farah's face.

"Jasmine..." Farah's nose tingled, and she could no longer hold back her tears.

After crying for a while, she took Jasmine's hand and walked towards the door in a daze.

"Mommy, where are we going?" Jasmine asked, tilting her tiny face up.

"Let's go to the Vatican. We'll ask the divine for help. We donate money to the Vatican every year. The divine will surely help us."

"I am a devout believer in the God of Nature..."

'

"It definitely will..."

'

"It definitely will..."

"

She was muttering to herself, as if she were encouraging herself.

After turning a few corners, a church filled with the fragrance of flowers came into view, but she froze in place.

"Mom?" Jasmine called out anxiously.

Farah's face was completely blank.

In front of the church, a large group of people knelt on the ground, hands clasped together, eyes closed in prayer.

The church doors were tightly shut.

Something within Farah seemed to be stirred within him.

Torres Winery, on the outskirts of Giant Wall City.

"Haha, don't stop the music!"

In the restaurant, Amsher Dorothy, James Anthony, Sultan Mondavi, and Una Ford of the Ford Chamber of Commerce clinked glasses, their faces flushed, while dancers and musicians sang and danced, indulging in a life of pleasure.

At the head of the table, Amsher stood up, holding a glass of wine, his face beaming: "We owe a great deal to Miss Una's help this time, which allowed us to expand so quickly in the Southern Territory. I'd like to toast you."

"Not at all, we still have to thank you all for being willing to let our Ford Chamber of Commerce have a piece of the pie." Una raised her glass and gently clinked it with hers, her smile elegant and dignified, her mood cheerful.

Dorothy, Montavi, and Anthony participated as manufacturers, while the Ford Chamber of Commerce participated as dealers.

Although the Ford Chamber of Commerce's share is not large, its strength lies in its sheer volume and sustainability, backed by a massive user base.

This is also a very considerable income.

The most direct impact of this business deal on Una was that her father, the wealthy businessman Ford, softened his stance on her marriage.

"Hmph, even without those unique costumes, I can still control my own destiny..." Una took a sip of wine, her face slightly flushed. She looked at the wine in her glass, shook her head, and sighed, "I must say, this Vanessa wine is indeed delicious. It's a pity it's going to disappear soon."

"If only we had the recipe for Vanessa wines," the Sultan said with a hint of regret.

It's conceivable that, given the current market situation, not only Vanessa wines, but other wines will gradually be squeezed out and eventually disappear from the market.

Amsher then said, "Gentlemen, you have all seen how great the potential of Torres' wines is. There are almost no wines that can rival us. If we expand our sales throughout the entire kingdom, have you ever imagined what a magnificent achievement that would be?"

His words immediately attracted the attention of the group, their eyes brightening as they joined in the lively discussion.

The dinner party was underway in the restaurant, with delicious food, classic dining tables, and candlelight casting flickering shadows of several people onto the wall.

The black figure's outline was distorted, baring its fangs and claws, like a demon.