[{"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-345":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},2338808,4572,"Chapter 345","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-345",345,"\u003Cp>\"That's right, Miss Scarlett, this is my Fiery Sheep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Doyle could answer, Gervas smiled and affirmed it first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Compared to that thing called Fluff Rabbit, my Fiery Sheep is undoubtedly the best for winter!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After all, you can't hug a Fluff Rabbit for warmth every day—what if it defecates on you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But with Fiery Sheep, you simply shear their wool, make it into clothing, and wear it anytime, anywhere for warmth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides, this one's a male Fiery Sheep—it can breed dozens, even hundreds of Fiery Sheep offspring!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The wool harvested will let Catherine change outfits weekly—she'll have enough to wear through over a dozen winters!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you serious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do you mean by defecating on you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's just disgusting...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liam's face flushed red; he wanted to storm forward and beat the damn noble to a pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the gift he presented utterly obliterated Liam's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Scarlett now stared intently at the Fiery Sheep inside the wooden box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She no longer thought the black, sooty creature ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strangely captivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Catherine, are you satisfied with this gift?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine pressed her red lips together; though she knew it was an act, a strange feeling stirred within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm very satisfied—thank you so much, Gervas!\" Catherine gazed at him with heartfelt gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas, pleased, waved his hand, signaling Catherine’s servant to take the Fiery Sheep away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was a living creature—he couldn’t have Catherine handle it herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Migen, continue!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's more?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Gervas spoke again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarlett’s beautiful eyes turned toward him with unusual interest; her earlier disdain had lessened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t surprising she changed her attitude so quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Females are drawn to strength, especially in this rigidly stratified noble world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas’s display of a warrior’s return, in a world where \"showing off and humiliating rivals\" had no established concept, was an absolute kill shot against many snobbish noble ladies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Gervas’s subordinate brought forward another wooden crate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why did this crate look familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone puzzled, Maurice’s face suddenly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had recognized the square, flat wooden box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this the box for the Magic Fan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right—I believe you’ve all guessed it: this is the wooden box for the Magic Fan. So, my third gift to Catherine is also a Magic Fan!\" Gervas said with a satisfied smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another Magic Fan?\" The crowd was stunned and confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t Maurice just say they were hard to get?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Gervas didn’t pause: \"Of course, ladies and gentlemen, Magic Fans differ from one another...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas opened the crate, revealing a Magic Fan of pure silver, adorned with gilded floral patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Maurice’s iron Magic Fan not been shown earlier, the crowd might not have been so awed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, those present had seen gilded ornaments—even pure gold ones—some even owned them in their families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the iron Magic Fan as comparison, this silver one was the very embodiment of elegance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Side by side, one was a serf, the other a noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This... this can't be...\" Maurice’s face was filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His iron Magic Fan had been painstakingly purchased by his father in the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not learned Catherine was a scion of the Hernade family, his father would never have let him bring such a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what was this silver one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Maurice, nothing is impossible—you probably don’t know, but all Magic Fans are now being made from brass!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The higher-end ones? Mine—this Silver Magic Fan—costs about fifty gold coins each!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Gervas flipped the switch; instantly, a strong gust of wind erupted, proving this was no mere decoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Gervas presented the gift to Catherine once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Gervas’s gifts were all delivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, though only three, they utterly crushed the confidence of several noble young lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the five, Dant and Maurice’s gifts had been the most valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas had overshadowed them all; the other two were irrelevant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gentlemen, do you still think I was deliberately belittling you just now? Especially you, Lord Maurice—I told you, I truly couldn’t hold back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—\" Maurice was seething with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet these young lords didn’t, as in his past life, immediately lash out in violent anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they were all nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Catherine, thank you for your hospitality—I have urgent business and must take my leave!\" With that, Maurice strode straight toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Catherine, I too have matters to attend to—farewell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Dant and the other youths could no longer stay; they too quickly took their leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maurice, Dant...\" Doyle and Scarlett rose at once and chased after them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This task had been entrusted to them by their families; seeing this outcome, they were naturally anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine, however, once again softened her cold demeanor, smiling faintly: \"Farewell, everyone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Catherine stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As hostess, she ought to see them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her pace was deliberately slow, as if waiting for them to get far enough away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time she reached the inner castle gate, the servants had already brought the horses; Maurice and the others had boarded their carriages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cousin Catherine, Maurice and the others are preparing to depart—I’ll escort them back with Scarlett. We’re taking our leave too!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarlett and Doyle had clearly failed to dissuade them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine was delighted: \"Cousin Doyle, Cousin Scarlett, please give my regards to Grandfather!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the noble youths departed, followed by Doyle and Scarlett.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire castle fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Phew! They’re finally gone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Catherine let out a long breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas found it amusing—this cold goddess had moments of intense pressure too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Catherine, you’re not angry that I drove them away, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine turned to him with a complex gaze: \"Gervas, I should be thanking you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the way, why did you come here? Why bring so many fine gifts? Are you planning to visit some noble in Iron Wolf City?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if I said I came here specifically to help you out? Would you believe me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light passed through Catherine’s eyes; she gazed deeply at Gervas: \"I believe you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn! You just believe that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas was stunned: \"Catherine, don’t you wonder how I knew they were coming, and how I prepared all these gifts in advance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t want to ask—but if you say it, I believe you. You once saved me this way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night had fully fallen; with guests gone, servants dispersed to their duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the two stood close—close enough to hear each other’s breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catherine’s final words had cast a faint air of intimacy over the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas stared at the breathtakingly beautiful face before him, his throat unconsciously swallowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that’s so, shouldn’t you thank me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How would you like me to thank you?\" Catherine’s sapphire eyes locked onto Gervas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn! Gervas silently exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against his better judgment: \"How about... a kiss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1139,"2026-06-20T22:44:02.338Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","45b22cc3cf303ef8c3142205c5e16480e3396d824f816baa43b2e2a32fa4ca89","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-346","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-344",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]