[{"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-216":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},2338679,4572,"Chapter 216","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-216",216,"\u003Cp>\"Is that so? Are you certain you don’t want to seize this chance to live?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides, the faces of that Silver Wolf Tribe’s heir, Iron Claw, were a joy to slap—wonder if the faces of other tribe heirs will be just as satisfying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why not… I try one right now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swinging his wrist, Gervas prepared to leave the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the tribe heirs who had been straining to listen turned pale, trembling with fear as they scrambled into corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Devil! You’re a devil!\" Freya’s eyes burned red, on the verge of tears from rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One last time—do you agree?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I agree…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Louder! I can’t hear you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I agree!\" The cry drained the last of Freya’s strength; after speaking, she slumped completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good, good! For your sake, I’ll hold off on slapping their faces—for now. But if you ever misbehave, I’ll come back to enjoy it later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course, you still need to write the ransom letters! Carolyne!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, your servant is here!\" Carolyne, who had been waiting outside the cell, stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Attend to the Silver Moon Princess and tidy her up. If you’re to serve me, you can’t stink like a beast!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… you…!\" The Silver Moon Princess’s anger flared again—who stank?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, you little bitch!\" Seeing Freya dare glare at her lord, Carolyne shoved her shoulder roughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This barbarian tribe princess had dared to assassinate her lord—Carolyne would never give her a kind look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Carolyne’s curse, Freya’s beautiful eyes instantly locked onto her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then Gervas’s voice drifted softly: \"A servant must know a servant’s rules! During this time, you will obey discipline!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Carolyne is your acting head maid—do you understand me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you hear that, little bitch? My lord ordered you to listen to me!\" Carolyne had been momentarily shaken by Freya’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Freya was no weakling—she had combat strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with her lord backing her, Carolyne straightened her spine instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya clenched her teeth and looked away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Freya was taken away by Carolyne!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Gervas ordered the tribe heirs to write ransom letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everything was settled, Gervas left the dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the way, since each is worth hundreds of gold coins, don’t let them starve—give each half a black bread loaf daily from now on!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, my lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving his orders, Gervas returned directly to the inner keep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then, the Silver Moon Princess had finished washing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her previous fur garments had been removed, replaced by a simple linen maid’s dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bone ornaments on her head and body were gone—only a linen strip remained, tied around her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, even in such plain attire, her tall, statuesque figure could not be hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having grown accustomed to delicate, frail noble ladies, Gervas found the Silver Moon Princess’s refined features uniquely alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M… my lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good, good! Now follow Carolyne closely—how well those tribe heirs fare depends entirely on you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya’s heart burned with bitter resentment, but she dared not show even a trace of disrespect—only bowed her head in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord asked you a question—did you hear him? Are you deaf? As a maid, you must answer immediately!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carolyne no longer called her \"little bitch\"—Freya was now playing the role of a maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as acting head maid, she couldn’t curse inside the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I heard… my lord!\" Freya replied, humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Now go write the ransom letters to your tribal chieftain fathers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, Gervas took Freya to the back garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"White Cloud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoo-hoo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya’s white-feathered owl was now bound in chains, utterly motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing its master, it struggled wildly in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Gervas intended to send this first-rank beast to deliver the letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, those heirs were all gold coins—he couldn’t bear to let them go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the journey was long; if one or two men went alone, the danger was too high—whereas this first-rank flying beast…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was both safe and swift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning Gervas intended to spare her mount, Freya was overjoyed, immediately calming and instructing White Feather to deliver the letters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas tied the letters to the owl’s neck in a leather pouch, then ordered the chains removed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a rustle, the white-feathered owl soared into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting out a cry, it flew southwestward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on—let’s go to the village!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sending the ransom letters, Gervas took his \"new maid\" to the village square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, my lord, what’s going on? Why so many people?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they approached the village, they saw crowds swarming the Wheatfield Town square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carolyne, who loved a good spectacle, immediately asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, today wasn’t a caravan arrival day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because we’re about to carry out an execution—this is the first official hanging in Stormhold, and that’s why I came.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hanging!\" Carolyne’s eyes widened, excited yet fearful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carolyne’s reaction was typical of a medieval mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, a hanging was as ordinary and thrilling as a child watching a pig slaughtered for the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, everything is ready!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Gervas took his seat on the temporary viewing platform, Captain Laurence rushed over to report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, my lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, Captain Laurence hurried to one side of the square and ordered soldiers to bring up five prisoners wearing linen hoods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a rustle, the hoods were ripped off—five prisoners’ faces were fully revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But these faces were unfamiliar to the people of Stormhold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone began whispering, wondering who they were and why they’d been sentenced to hang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet one person in the crowd reacted violently upon seeing the prisoners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do they look familiar, my maid Freya?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That person was Freya, the maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those five prisoners were clearly the captives who had guided the barbarian tribe yesterday—whom she had spared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re innocent! We forced them to guide us! Why are you executing them?\" Freya could no longer suppress her fury, confronting Gervas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Freya still felt pity for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas finally confirmed: Freya was unlike ordinary barbarians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not see all humans as enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled lightly: \"Innocent? Maid Freya, do you think I’m executing them because they guided you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no, no! I’m not that cruel to my own people—under such circumstances, I’d only sentence them to years of hard labor!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Their real crime? Robbery.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freya froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas waved his hand, signaling Laurence to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laurence stepped beneath Gervas’s platform and began recounting their crimes.\u003C\u002Fp>",1063,"2026-06-20T22:44:02.338Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1cca5e459021eaf497189869c8092245c409fb427da2d47b72aeacdbf0d4f721","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-217","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-215",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]