[{"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-6":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},2338469,4572,"Chapter 6","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>Facing the arrival of Gervas and his party, the hunter Karl was terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was naturally because he had guilt on his conscience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced a calm expression and invited the noble young master into the wooden hut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noble lord, here is rabbit stew—please enjoy!” Karl, gritting his teeth, served the freshly boiled stew before the noble, hoping he would finish quickly and leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas nodded and immediately began to taste it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undeniably, the wild game in this world was truly savory—even with the simplest cooking and coarse salt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Gervas did not know that Karl’s heart was already bleeding beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rarely dared to drink this rabbit stew himself—it was always sent to the castle to exchange for grain and pay taxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, luck had granted him a tricolor rabbit, so he had planned to treat himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who knew that as soon as it was cooked, the noble still took it from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long wait, as the noble young master finished drinking the rabbit stew, Karl eagerly hoped he would depart soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the noble young master had no intention of leaving; he idly asked, “Karl, are there any beasts in the forest nearby?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karl startled, sweat breaking out on his brow, “Noble lord, there are no beasts here—beasts are extremely dangerous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so? Then why did I hear someone say you just captured a tricolor rabbit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Karl collapsed to his knees in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, the knight retainers stared at Gervas in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already eaten the rabbit meat—and still intended to extort this hunter? When had Master Gervas become so shameless? Why had no one noticed before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before their thoughts could settle, Karl began banging his head on the ground, “Noble lord, spare my life! I didn’t mean to deceive you! Noble lord, spare me! I know I’m wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stand up,” Gervas said expressionlessly. “Tell me—where is the tricolor rabbit? Show it to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the stunned gaze of the knight retainers, Karl moved a small wooden table from the corner of the room, lifted a wooden plank, and revealed a large wooden basin beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the basin lay a rabbit as large as a sheep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fur on its tail was colored black, white, and yellow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s truly a beast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had assumed Master Gervas was merely extorting—but now they realized the hunter had truly hidden a beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the knight retainers’ gazes toward Karl turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within noble lands, all resources belonged to the nobility—especially high-value beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Karl had intended to hoard his catch. That was a capital offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noble lord, spare my life! I know I’m wrong! I was foolish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas rose silently and slowly reached for his waist, where a brand-new longsword hung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Karl felt his body freeze, awaiting death in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here are five silver coins for you. I’m taking the tricolor rabbit. But remember—don’t make the same mistake again. Next time, you won’t be so lucky!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five silver coins rolled across the wooden table. Gervas gave orders to the knight retainers, then left with the tricolor rabbit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Karl remained, collapsed on the ground, face filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Gervas, that hunter committed a capital crime—he didn’t need silver coins to buy his life!” Migen was confused. To spare him was mercy enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why pay him at all? And five silver coins?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Migen, do you think the serfs live hard lives?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Migen paused, confirming Gervas’s expression was unchanged. “Master Gervas, serfs do indeed live hard lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Migen himself was born a serf; only because of his strong build and luck was he chosen by the castle to become a knight retainer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he knew well how hard serf life was—even in a good harvest year, they ate only half-full meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only because wheat yields were pitifully low, but also because taxes consumed five to six tenths of their harvest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, serfs live hard lives, and I know most of their suffering comes from paying taxes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I pity the serfs, so I give him a chance—I believe he won’t dare repeat this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for the silver coins, consider them a reward. This tricolor rabbit is worth at least fifty silver coins—he would have received a small reward anyway if he delivered it to the castle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight retainers looked at Gervas with solemn respect, their gazes changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas, seeing this, knew his goal had been achieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—he was putting on a show, winning hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His safety in the coming days depended on these knight retainers—he had to win their loyalty first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, as a transmigrator, he had his limits; he would do what he could to improve his people’s lives from now on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old John, this is Lord Pat’s territory, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Master Gervas!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old John was nearly fifty—old by this world’s standards—and likely had only a decade or so left to live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was specifically brought along because he had once been the steward of the Gail family’s castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two years ago, due to declining health, he retired and was assigned to manage a quiet manor outside a small town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a world where literacy itself was rare talent, Old John—who had served two generations of barons and held the castle stewardship for nearly thirty years—was unquestionably top-tier talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was fiercely loyal to the Gail family, utterly reliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, when Gervas was bullied by Lady Mary and his cheap father ignored him, it was Old John who protected him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll spend the night here! Old John, take these men and set up camp. Migen, you two come with me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Master Gervas!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone moved. Gervas, with Migen and another knight retainer, pressed deeper into Lord Pat’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a dark pine forest appeared ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the forest stood horses and carriages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas’s eyes lit up—he had found it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to intelligence, Lord Pat’s knight captain would be secretly executed at dusk in this dark pine forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a titled knight—Gervas clearly couldn’t bear to let him die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, his own party didn’t even have a true knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A noble without a knight protector wasn’t a noble—he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, this knight had potential to rise to Gold Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did Gold Knight mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas’s cheap father was still only a Silver Knight—and had zero chance of advancing to Gold Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas whispered instructions to the confused Migen and the other man, then led them into the dark pine forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their presence was immediately detected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s me, Borro—Gail family’s second son, Gervas!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his name called, Borro frowned and stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the dim light, he studied the boy—had never seen him before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Lord Borro. A year ago, my father was invited to Lord Pat’s banquet—I saw you then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so? Gail’s second son. Then why are you here? This place is dangerous—go to the town!” Borro no longer doubted; the boy’s attire and his knight retainers confirmed his identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gail and Pat families were only fifty miles apart—neighbors, after all—and Borro’s tone softened considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Borro, what are you doing? Hey, isn’t that Knight Captain Lei Meng? Why is he tied up?!” Gervas, of course, had no intention of leaving—he cried out in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>",1213,"2026-06-20T22:44:01.160Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fea7f97c23d8c32536f55ffde8815111c5f5c4553c1b391d552e6677677ab648","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-7","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-5",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]