[{"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-52":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},2338515,4572,"Chapter 52: A Noble with Humanity!","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-52",52,"\u003Cp>Although she felt sympathy for these hunters, to ensure her sister’s safety and repay her master’s trust over these past days, Eflan strictly followed Gervas’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing her bow, her pupils contracted; in the vision only she could perceive, the hunter’s arm stretched infinitely large.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft hiss—the arrow flew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spray of blood bloomed on Pick’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charge! Those who surrender are spared; anyone who resists will be killed on the spot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without further delay, Gervas issued the order for a full assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Surrenderers are spared!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the shouts, the guards surged forward under the leadership of Lei Meng and Mi Gen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was because Pick, the strongest man in the village, had been wounded by a single shot, or because the guards’ aura was terrifying enough,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when the guards reached them, none of the hunters chose to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastards, fight back! If you don’t, you and your families will all be executed by this noble! Hunting on his land is theft of noble wealth—it’s a capital crime...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his injury, Pick still refused to submit—he was immediately knocked flat by Lei Meng, who struck him with the flat of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Pick wasn’t rebellious by nature; his father had been persecuted to death by nobles twenty years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had his mother not fled with him and later, by fortune, joined this hunter village, he would have died long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, his hatred and vigilance toward nobles far exceeded that of the other villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, knocked down and spitting blood, Pick was immediately restrained by Mi Gen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other hunters, of course, were all surrounded by swords pressed to their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few women and children, sent ahead to the mountain path, still scrambled upward in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, what should we do with those women and children?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas looked up at the steep slope, seventy to eighty meters high—even a healthy man would find climbing it dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the cliffside was filled with children and women; chasing them would surely lead to disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leave them for now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas decided to search for them later using Zhui Yue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who among you is the village chief?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noble, don’t bother asking. Kill me if you will—I know you won’t spare us in the end.” Pick answered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas frowned at Pick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stubborn man—admirable, indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the rule remained: if he opposed Gervas, he would not be spared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be still! Do you want to die?” Mi Gen slammed a fist into Pick’s abdomen, bending him into a shrimp-like curl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other guards eagerly stepped forward, ready to execute the insolent fool the moment Gervas gave the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kill one to warn a hundred?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas considered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would be the last resort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t gone through all this trouble just to slaughter them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to win them over—to make them serve him. Experienced hunters were rare talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! Little Pick!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a cry echoed from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up, they saw a child, five or six years old, slip and fall toward the edge of a thirty- to forty-meter cliff, panicked and losing footing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, a vine had caught the child’s ankle, barely preventing a fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the situation was hardly better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vine was weak, the knot insecure; the child dangled upside down, slowly sliding downward—soon, he would drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, a woman wept and screamed, so desperate to save her child that she too began slipping toward the cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mi Ya, Little Pick, no! Someone, save them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Gervas prepared to act, Pick thrashed violently, shouting desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” As his cry ended, the child’s mother lost her footing and plummeted rapidly toward the cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Mi Ya...” Pick screamed, his eyes filled with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white figure darted from behind the crowd, racing to the cliff’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure was, of course, Gervas and Zhui Yue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very instant the woman was about to strike the ground, Gervas caught her mid-air with perfect precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without pause, Zhui Yue executed a graceful loop, arriving beside the dangling child—Gervas then firmly seized the child in his other hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhui Yue landed back on the spot where Gervas had stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mounted on his horse, Gervas held the falling woman in his right hand and the upside-down child in his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pick froze for a moment, then burst into a cry: “Mi Ya! Little Pick!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman and child finally realized what had happened. Gervas nodded to Mi Gen, who released his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the woman, the child, and Pick embraced, weeping together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wept for over a minute before Pick finally lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud—he knelt before Gervas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noble lord, thank you for saving my wife and child. I beg you to kill me, to punish me for my insolence!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mi Ya and Little Pick will never defy your orders again—please, in your mercy, let them become your slaves, but spare their lives!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Pik pressed his forehead to the ground and remained motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pick!” the woman wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mi Ya, I insulted the noble lord—that alone was a death sentence. Now he has saved you and Little Pick. Even if I died, it wouldn’t atone enough. So don’t mourn for me!” Pick’s resolve was firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd fell silent, all eyes turning to Gervas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas stepped forward two paces, approaching Pick, then slowly reached for the hilt of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, both the villagers and the guards held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as everyone expected Gervas to draw his blade and kill Pick, he released the hilt and waved to Mi Gen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Death isn’t that easy. You stole so many game animals from Stormwind Fief—killing you would be too kind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Instead, I will enslave you all. You must capture five thousand large beasts for me. Only when you’ve met that quota will I consider restoring you as serfs of Stormwind Fief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This...” The villagers stared in shock; Pick lifted his head, disbelieving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? You refuse?” Gervas asked coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! We accept! Thank you, Lord, for your mercy! Thank you, Lord, for your grace!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Pick banged his head against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other villagers did the same, prostrating themselves in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas maintained the cold dignity of a lord, his expression utterly unchanging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Gervas’s “coldness” had long been seen through by his subordinates and villagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This master is truly a noble with heart. Perhaps my sister and I are lucky,” Eflan thought, recalling her and her sister’s treatment, and reflecting on the events just now—finally understanding her new master deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>",1092,"2026-06-20T22:44:01.160Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","09f52474f89a1d5600cf60e4d55ad46e463953ff96d349695636fd60c68618c2","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-53","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-51",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]