[{"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-109":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},2338572,4572,"Chapter 109: Boy, Cry, Cry—It","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-109",109,"\u003Cp>“So this is what seafood tastes like! It’s truly wonderful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mi En was rather casual by nature and immediately exclaimed after tasting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others immediately nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Catherine suddenly shook her head, “No, I’ve tasted seafood before, but it didn’t taste like this—it was stewed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gravas’s version is grilled; the flavor is different, and most importantly, it’s even better!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze, glancing at the stunning kitchen maid who had just arrived with the food, then looked at Gravas with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gravas, you’re so lucky—the kitchen maid is not only beautiful, but her cooking is incredible too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Honorable master, the cooking methods for these seafood dishes were all taught to me by Lord Gravas!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example, these grilled clams—Lord Gravas calls them Garlic Butter Grilled Clams; he says to mix them with garlic paste and grill them, producing a unique flavor!” Rose, hearing their words, couldn’t help but respectfully explain to the nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, such an unusual grilling method was something she had never seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she had just tasted it herself—the flavor was incomparably better than stewed seafood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mi En and the others froze again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitchen maid spoke with clear logic; the situation was likely true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what couldn’t Gravas do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahem, everyone, this is something I once read in a book—I never had the chance to try it before, so when I got the seafood, I decided to give it a shot. I never expected it to taste so amazing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s how it is. But Lord Gravas, these Garlic Butter Grilled Clams are truly delicious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mi En and the others, without suspicion, continued to feast heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Catherine’s eyes flickered, occasionally studying Gravas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man, born into a baronial family, carried so many unusual traits on his person and lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Catherine knew his explanation was clearly a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could someone who had never tasted seafood before be willing to use it as an experiment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s human nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Catherine now found herself increasingly unable to understand this baron, who was three years younger than her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gravas also felt Catherine’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could only pretend not to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day at noon, the Violet Caravan set off on its return journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Violet family’s crystal supplies had recently been suppressed by Count Farrio, she had to remain on her lands to respond to any emergencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they departed, Gravas gifted six Colorful Winged Swan Eggs, six Small Nightlight Pearls, and six pieces of Beast Meat Jerky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of these, Catherine, as his liege, received three portions; each vassal received one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Gravas watched the Violet Caravan depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Old Andrew also prepared to leave the day after the Violet Caravan departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gravas similarly prepared six Colorful Winged Swan Eggs, six Nightlight Pearls, and six pieces of Beast Meat for his cheap old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gravas, these are all items that can be sold for gold coins—Father doesn’t need them. Keep them and sell them to raise funds for developing your lands!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, the Violet family gave two or three hundred gold coins as a gift, and you yourself brought goods worth a hundred gold coins. Do you think I’m short on a few more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andrew tried to refuse, but Gravas cut him off outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Andrew could only nod and accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This relieved Ernst beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taste of Colorful Winged Swan Egg custard had left him longing for more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Nightlight Pearls—such novel items—cost over a gold coin each; he would never have dared to buy them before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So getting them for free from Gravas was pure bliss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ernst, where’s Lanier? Why hasn’t he come yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the castle corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Caroline, I know—it was Gravas who threatened you, wasn’t it? Don’t be afraid; tell me, I’ll get Father to help us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Lanier, please show restraint. I am now Lord Gravas’s servant—and I chose this willingly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Gravas’s servant? And willingly? You’re lying, Caroline—you’re definitely lying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lanier’s eyes turned bloodshot, unable to accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the encounter at the castle gate last time had left him heartbroken for days,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>today, as he prepared to leave, he still decided to find Caroline again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he believed she must have been forced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Lanier, I’m not lying. Please don’t slander Lord Gravas. As his personal maid, I won’t allow such accusations!” Caroline frowned, showing no regard for the young boy’s fragile heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lanier’s heart shattered… wait, no—his heart had already shattered long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was being ground into dust beneath countless footsteps, finer than flour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lanier, what are you dawdling for? The whole caravan is waiting for you! Do you want Father to fly into a rage?” At that moment, Ernst appeared at the end of the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lanier forced back his tears and pulled out a delicate necklace from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though its value was surely no more than three gold coins, it was his entire sincere heart—after long planning and preparation… well, stolen from his mother, Lady Mary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Caroline, this is for you. Good luck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved the necklace into Caroline’s hands and dashed down the corridor, wiping his tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lanier…” When Ernst saw Lanier sprinting toward him, he was about to say something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next instant, Lanier brushed past him and ran toward the castle gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That kid!” Ernst cursed under his breath and hurried after him toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Old Andrew outside the gate faced the same situation as Ernst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, Lanier burst out the castle gate and flung himself onto a simple covered cart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lanier!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, forget it. Just leave early—try to reach a noble’s territory before nightfall. This border region isn’t as safe as the interior!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Gravas’s advice, Old Andrew finally held back his scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Depart!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, Old Andrew’s caravan set off on its journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Old Andrew’s caravan reached the foot of the gentle slope did Caroline hurriedly arrive at the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Caroline, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, just now, Young Master Lanier… in the corridor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caroline quickly explained what had happened in the corridor, then respectfully handed Gravas the necklace Lanier had given her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gravas regarded the departing caravan with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little brother lacks experience!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caroline is already an elite monster; how could a level-one newbie with nothing but his pants possibly defeat her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coming up to her voluntarily? He’ll only get looted—though maybe just some worthless wooden sticks and pants…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He gave it to you—then keep it,” Gravas returned the necklace to Caroline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, I don’t want it. Please keep it, or return it to Young Master Lanier later!” Caroline refused outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid’s high sense of duty pleased Gravas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then consider it a gift from me! As for returning it to Lanier—Lady Mary doesn’t lack this one piece of jewelry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Lord Gravas!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caroline finally accepted, then paused and added, “My lord, would you please help me put it on? I’m not good at wearing it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” Gravas was always gentle with his servants—he would never refuse such a small request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caroline’s face lit up with a bright smile. She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head, pulling back her brown hair to reveal her fair neck, while Gravas slowly looped the necklace around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden burst of crying erupted from the distant caravan, startling Old Andrew and Ernst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lanier, what are you doing now?” Old Andrew finally lost his temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had held back his anger earlier because Gravas had pleaded for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he kept doing these bizarre things—he’d have to give him a proper beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Lanier was lifted like a chick, and his backside received a rapid succession of over a dozen slaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waaah waaah waaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lanier cried even louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cried for the shattered heart of youth, for the sorrow of the lovelorn, for the outcry against heaven’s injustice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boy, cry, cry—it’s not a sin!\u003C\u002Fp>",1316,"2026-06-20T22:44:01.160Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","50041e09578b615999a23a1af1798ca4ba1214547c6a2f668e42d249492b5978","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-110","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-108",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]