[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence":3,"chapter-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-101":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2338564,4572,"Chapter 101: Beautiful Noblewoman!","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-101",101,"\u003Cp>“Thank you, my Lord, for avenging my son!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, my Lord, for avenging my father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond cheers, many cried out in emotional triumph as their clan’s vengeance was fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lauren, you deal with this one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the only living survivor was the Pago goblin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two-legged sheep, I am one of the Claw Clan’s chieftains—if you kill me, my people…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Pago goblin could finish, Lauren drove his sword straight through its chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, scalding blood gushed violently from its heart, draining all strength from the mighty goblin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You killed my father—and now you dare threaten our Lord? You deserve to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lauren, still unsatisfied, pulled back his sword and thrust forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pago goblin’s eyes widened, filled with bitter resentment and venomous hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, this did not stop Lauren from continuing to stab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding guards, infected by the rage, cheered loudly in support of Gervas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the battle over, the Storm Lord’s danger alert was lifted; soldiers and serfs began clearing the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Storm army killed a total of eighty-six enemies, including one goblin priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Priests are extremely rare among these barbarian tribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small tribe of two to three thousand people has at most two or three priests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, killing one is no less significant than slaying a noble’s personal knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Gervas’s side also suffered losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they held the advantage, two soldiers died and five were severely wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas publicly praised and compensated the fallen and wounded soldiers before all townsfolk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fallen soldiers received forty silver coins in compensation; severely wounded received compensation based on injury and recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additional compensation of five to thirty silver coins would be issued later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, this border region is truly no different from the rumors—it’s incredibly remote.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, I heard Storm Lord has lost three nobles in ten years. I doubt it’s a good thing for Gervas to serve as its lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, Elder brother is right. You brought so much supplies—what if Storm Lord truly falls into danger? Won’t that just enrich bandits?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lanier!” Andrew glared at his younger son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after the boy shrank his head did he turn to his eldest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ernst! Every family, in its founding, was built by ancestors who fearlessly fought through danger!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though Storm Lord is dangerous, for Gervas it is also a rare opportunity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he can hold his land, a hundred years from now, our Gail family will have two nobles at once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And when I, Andrew, die, I can face our ancestors with pride—because my son has brought glory to our house!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, you brothers must look out for each other. Other noble families care only for profit, but you and Gervas are blood brothers—perhaps you can still share some kinship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This may greatly aid the Gail Lord’s future development. Do you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We understand, Father!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ernst’s eyes flickered; he paid little heed to his father’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he did not reject his weak, timid younger brother,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he certainly did not like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Storm Lord lies on the border—no one knows how many years it would take to develop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What benefit could it possibly bring the family then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likely, he’d be the one forced to support this border brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lanier, Gervas is now a noble lord—his status is utterly different from before!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though as a half-brother, he cannot legally punish you, but from now on, don’t expect any favor or care from him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, you’d better change your past attitude toward Gervas—perhaps then he might offer you help and kindness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand, Father!” Danier bowed his head, his eyes filled with contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came here not to flatter Gervas, but for other purposes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew sighed; he sensed neither son took his words to heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such matters cannot be forced—each child has their own thoughts and fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a father, all he could do was offer repeated warnings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Gervas, having earned his title in the triennial Challenge Tournament, had utterly surprised Andrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew well how brutal that tournament was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others called it luck, but Andrew knew better—if it were merely luck, it wouldn’t have been his second son who won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great nobles aren’t fools; they’re cunning, calculating, and far sharper than petty nobles like himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, beyond fortune, Gervas’s own ability was indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his own oversight—he had always focused only on the heir, the eldest, and ignored this second son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hoped this visit might mend the rift between father and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, look—another caravan’s coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ernst’s voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew turned to see a caravan of over three hundred people approaching from the road behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading the group were more than a dozen knights, followed by over two hundred soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These knights and guards protected a luxurious carriage and over a dozen heavily laden wagons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Six draft horses pulling the carriage? Is this a great noble’s procession?” Ernst whispered in awe, his voice tinged with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single decent draft horse costs enough to feed five serfs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six draft horses equal the upkeep of thirty serfs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such wealth could never be sustained by a petty noble family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, pretending to be rich just for face would only invite ridicule from nobles who knew the truth—and waste money pointlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not a great noble,” Andrew corrected quietly. “Look at their banner—it’s a viscount’s family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ernst now clearly saw the emblem in the lower-left corner of the banner: the mark of a royal viscount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A viscount’s family? Then this must be an extremely wealthy viscount’s household!” Ernst’s eyes shimmered with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they watched, the caravan halted a hundred meters ahead on the open ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because this was the only nearby flat, open space suitable for resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t over—under the curious gaze of the Gail family,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a young noblewoman stepped down from the luxurious carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was her demeanor extraordinary, but her beauty was exquisite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a beautiful noblewoman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ernst and Lanier were both stunned into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the attention, the noblewoman glanced their way and gave a slight, polite nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew immediately rose and bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come, we’ve rested long enough—let’s move on. We’re not far from Gervas’s territory now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid his sons might offend the noblewoman, Andrew immediately led his caravan forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>",1050,"2026-06-20T22:44:01.160Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","58962b4d3c1b77ae2c4733a125e595cb1673f08d92e3444a217fba3763cc7003","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-102","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-100",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]