Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Information

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

The three knights responded promptly, accepting their tasks without hesitation. Despite Steve and Peros’s desire to accompany Thor to Loren City, they knew that the territory was Thor’s most crucial responsibility, and they, as grand knights, could not leave.

Three days later.

Thor, accompanied by Ryan and twenty knights, set off grandly for Loren City.

Seven days later.

Frank Corrado returned to Loren City and promptly reported to Marquis Raymond.

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise. The Dresrosa lineage never disappoints.”

“Spread the word.”

Marquis Raymond instructed a nearby knight.

“Yes, my lord.”

The knight responded and swiftly left.

Soon, the astonishing news spread throughout Loren City.

After three years, Marquis Raymond was personally hosting another baronship ceremony. A new baron was about to emerge in the Northern Province.

The news spread like wildfire, creating a stir. Loren City was already crowded due to the influx of displaced pioneer lords and the pressing threat of beastmen. The oppressive atmosphere in the city weighed heavily on everyone.

This news was like a magical crystal cannon blasting into a calm lake, creating a massive wave.

After all, while most had fled and lost their lands, someone was being promoted to baron—an event that sparked disbelief and excitement.

“Oh my, wasn’t the kingdom’s evaluation process not even started yet?”

“Goddess of Life, am I hearing things?”

“My goddess, this...”

“Could it be due to merits?”

“But to become a baron, you need a hundred merit points. Even a second-tier beastman is only worth ten points. How is this possible?”

Voices of astonishment and disbelief echoed. The Northern Province had produced over fifty barons historically, many through merit. However, in recent years, no one had met the requirements, and the kingdom’s evaluations had not yielded a single qualified baron.

Now, suddenly, a baron appeared—it was shocking.

As the commotion grew, more information about the Battle of the Maine Valley emerged, leaving many wide-eyed.

A second-tier minotaur? No, it was a second-tier minotaur tribe, a remnant of a third-tier minotaur tribe, and it had been defeated by the new pioneer lord.

“How on earth was that even possible?”

“I’d like to know too. Someone tell me how!”

“I know who it is—the baron-to-be is Thor Dresrosa, a descendant of Dresrosa.”

“Thor Dresrosa? A Dresrosa descendant...”

“These damn upper nobles. They already hold the kingdom’s most fertile lands, and now they take away our chances too!”

“Haha, Monte, are you joking? Take away your chance? Your land is still in the hands of those filthy green goblins, isn’t it?”

“Hahaha, green goblins? Surely no one loses to green goblins, right?”

“Pff, hahaha!”

“Robert, you’re asking for trouble!”

“Haha, come on, I dare you to face me in the duel arena!”

“Oh, right, I forgot. Your noble status was revoked this year; you’re not qualified!”

“Hahaha!”

The news swept through Loren City like a whirlwind, causing a commotion. Thor Dresrosa’s name echoed throughout the city—an emerging baron after three years, and a son of Dresrosa.

Even the nobility that hadn’t fled the Northern Province were paying attention.

“Thor Dresrosa, huh?”

“Tono will want to know about this.”

In a tavern, a middle-aged man chuckled softly.

Elsewhere, a young man frowned.

“Dresrosa! How lucky.”

“Did Marquis Raymond agree to our proposal?”

The young man asked his attendant knight sternly.

“Sir, the marquis has agreed, but you must ensure the complete eradication of all beastmen tribes within five hundred miles west of Autumn Leaf Territory in the next three months.”

The knight responded respectfully.

“Five hundred miles, huh?”

“I understand.”

“Inform Marquis Raymond that we accept.”

The young man hesitated briefly but nodded. Clearing such a vast area was a challenge, but the baronship opportunity was too enticing to pass up.

“Yes, sir!”

The knight responded and quickly departed.

The stir in Loren City continued, filled with awe, envy, and animosity.

Amidst this, Marquis Raymond remained focused, considering the turmoil of the Northern Province as his top priority.

In comparison, the current turmoil in the entire northern province was what he needed to focus on.

Fortunately, the turmoil in this northern province was merely an orc incursion, rather than a full-scale war. This allowed many pioneer lords, and even noble lords, to see an opportunity to earn military merits, and the situation had not spiraled out of control.

After all, compared to an orc war, an orc incursion was not fatal.

Usually, the kingdom could suppress it, and during this process, they could earn a certain amount of military merit.

In the kingdom, the only requirement for advancing in rank was military merit.

To become a baron required 100 merit points, a viscount required 1,000, and an earl required 100,000 merit points.

Military merit was immensely tempting, even for a viscount, not to mention for a baron or a pioneer lord.

None of the pioneer lords who dared to venture into the northern province and had a certain level of strength would be willing to pass up any opportunity.

Some might even actively join in.

But while joining the fight to clear out the orcs, they wouldn’t mind eliminating a few neighboring pioneer lords as well.