[{"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-107":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},2338570,4572,"Chapter 107","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>Arriving at the dining hall, the dishes were already prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas sat at the head of the long table, while the Gail and Violet families sat on either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everyone was seated, the maids swiftly served the guests their meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, Viscount Catherine, the Storm Domain has limited resources, so I couldn’t offer anything lavish—please don’t mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Gervas, you’re too modest—we’re deeply grateful for your hospitality!” Catherine responded politely upon hearing Gervas’s courtesy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew nodded, naturally not disdainful of his second son’s humble fare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, back at Baron Gail’s castle, the meals were always the same: chunks of meat, meat broth, and white bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he sniffed and noticed the meat and broth on Gervas’s table were especially fragrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because the ingredients were fresh enough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew didn’t dwell on it, assuming the Storm Domain’s vast lands and sparse population meant more and fresher game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Laniel, who still wore a distracted expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew frowned inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ernst, the eldest son, performed well—not only was his demeanor normal, but he now said, “Gervas, this smells wonderful—I won’t be polite then!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Ernst picked up his knife and fork and elegantly cut a piece of meat from his plate, popping it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew nodded, knowing his eldest was pretending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At home, he’d never seen him eat meat so eagerly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, even the tastiest meat, eaten day after day for years, grows tiresome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet just as Andrew thought this, Ernst suddenly cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This startled Andrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just him—even the viscountess across the table and the vassals turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew’s heart skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Ernst be trying to make Gervas look foolish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew had seen noble tricks before—how they humiliated others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the next words be that the meat was disgusting or that there was something strange in his mouth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ernst, that’s extremely rude!” Andrew scolded quickly, trying to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ernst looked utterly innocent. “Father, I didn’t mean to—it’s just that this meat… it’s incredibly delicious! This is monster meat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Monster meat?” Ernst’s reply took Andrew by surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Mein and the others across the table also looked down in shock at their grilled meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each person’s plate held four or five catties of stewed meat chunks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a titled knight, such portions weren’t unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, titled knights possessed great strength and thus high consumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if those four or five catties were monster meat, the quantity was excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the lowest-grade monster meat contained the energy equivalent of four or five catties of ordinary game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the price difference was astronomical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four or five catties of monster meat would be worth at least forty to fifty silver coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For six people to consume this much, it amounted to over two gold coins!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas was far too generous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d seen monster meat served to guests before, but usually only as broth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way, it looked impressive while saving money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A second-rank monster wolf recently intruded into the Storm Domain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To secure our territory, I led my knights to exterminate it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, please, don’t be formal—my castle has plenty of monster meat in storage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas offered a brief explanation, then continued inviting everyone to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon learning it was monster meat, no one hesitated further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, for minor nobles, monster meat was a rare delicacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, only Viscount Catherine continued eating slowly and elegantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his father and elder brother devour the meat with such relish, Laniel kept swallowing saliva.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the words he’d spoken upon arrival still echoed in his ears—he couldn’t bring himself to eat the meat now, and he regretted it down to his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Gail Domain’s heartland, monster meat was even more expensive than on the frontier, eaten only once or twice a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Laniel’s eyes darted, and he immediately reached for the egg custard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to eat just two spoonfuls of custard first, then begin eating the meat—so it wouldn’t seem abrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the elegant silver bowl of egg custard was placed before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a spoon, he scooped up a soft, tender bite and shoved it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just two bites—I’ll start eating the monster meat right after!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laniel had his plan ready—yet the next instant…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another sudden cry rang out, startling Ernst mid-cut—he flinched, nearly slicing his own finger with the silver knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Laniel, are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ernst glared angrily at his younger brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew also turned, his eyes filled with the same fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the table, Catherine and Mein said nothing, but watched with thoughtful expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, I… I didn’t mean to!” Laniel was terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never seen his father look so stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t mean to? Are you saying, like me, you found the egg custard delicious?” Ernst snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed Laniel was deliberately imitating him to disrupt Gervas’s banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And such behavior would drag him down too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he himself had just cried out in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, the egg custard really is that delicious—I cried out instinctively, I swear I didn’t mean to cause trouble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laniel looked utterly wronged, feeling more wronged than the monster wolf on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew the egg custard would taste so good?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ernst laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This fellow actually dared to use such an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Andrew’s fury about to erupt, Laniel’s survival instinct kicked in: “Father, I swear it’s true—and Viscount Catherine, if you don’t believe me, taste it yourself—this egg custard is even more fragrant than the monster meat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After eating it, I felt warm all over, as if my body had grown lighter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now everyone hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Laniel’s reaction didn’t seem fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas had been eager to see the younger brother get scolded by his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to prevent his banquet from being ruined,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gentlemen, Laniel likely didn’t mean to cause trouble—this egg custard is indeed exceptionally delicious, because it’s made from Rainbow-winged Swan eggs!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rainbow-winged Swan eggs? The eggs of the third-rank monster, the Rainbow-winged Swan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ernst’s eyes widened—he wondered if he’d misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct!” Gervas smiled in confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gervas, aren’t Rainbow-winged Swan eggs extremely rare? How do you have so many? This must require at least several eggs!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ernst’s shock hadn’t faded—he’d heard a count’s second son brag about them long ago in noble academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d claimed the eggs were incredibly delicious, incredibly rare, worth one gold coin each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even if you had the money, you couldn’t always buy them—they were a luxury reserved for high nobility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the size of the silver bowls before them, each bowl likely required one Rainbow-winged Swan egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And where on earth had Gervas gotten them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be he found them again?\u003C\u002Fp>",1114,"2026-06-20T22:44:01.160Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1809420268da4acbe568a6277a60a0df9c123af4cd73b537fb60b2c15d282136","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-108","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-106",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]