Fantasy Lord: Beginning with Daily Intelligence Chapter 151 - 121: Thor’s Strength, Count Engle’s Shock

Anna had quite a number of issues; first of all, she was a half-elf maiden, inevitably connected to the Elf Race. Even if she was just a half-elf maiden, once the Elf Race discovered her, they would take her back. Moreover, Anna had signed a contract with a Natural Elf, turning herself into a being similar to a Natural Elf. The Elf Race was even more determined to take her back.

As for Kalenina, Anna’s full na was Anna Kalenina. Even though Anna hadn’t told her story, the problems in it were not small.

And Kalenina, being one of the Three Great Dukes of the Kingdom, Thor wouldn’t want to provoke her recklessly.

At least not for the ti being.

So, from the beginning, he had prepared himself.

"It’s good that you understand!"

"Rest well at ho for a few days. You returned too hastily, and I need so ti to prepare."

"About half a month or so. There shouldn’t be too much issue in your territory, but you should have left Pelos there. Entrusting your safety entirely to others is not a wise decision!"

Count Engle nodded, then seemingly rembered sothing, frowned slightly, and spoke.

"Father, Reine has already advanced to Great Knight, and Steve has also been promoted. With them, coupled with the Maine Alliance, there won’t be significant issues in the territory."

Thor explained with a smile.

He naturally understood that his father most likely had misunderstood.

"Oh, so quickly?"

Listening to Thor’s words, Count Engle seed sowhat shocked, exclaiming uncontrollably.

His shock wasn’t about Steve’s promotion. As the Knight Commander arranged for his son, Steve was already strong, infinitely close to a Great Knight. The breakthrough was expected, but he hadn’t thought that Reine would also break through.

It’s only been a little more than a year.

Such speed could really be described as terrifying.

"Yes, Reine broke through a few months ago, and his strength now surpasses even that of a Tier Two Peak Beastman."

Thor nodded with a smile, his expression carrying a sense of pride.

"Good, utilize it well. Reine will beco your most important strength in the future!"

"It’s getting late, and you’re tired today. Let’s stop here; you should rest well. This book, take it back and have a look for now."

Count Engle nodded, glanced at the sky, and spoke to Reine.

"Father, I didn’t bring much back this ti, but I hope this can help you."

Thor nodded, then took out the wooden box containing the Fruit of Life from his bosom.

"Alright, place it on the table!"

Count Engle nodded, his expression not showing much concern.

Even though Thor had beco a Baron, he was still just a Baron. He didn’t think Thor could present anything significant.

But since it was a token of his son’s affection, he naturally accepted it.

"Yes!"

Thor nodded, didn’t explain further, placed the wooden box on the desk, and then exited.

By now, the night had fully set in.

The castle had also beco quiet.

As Thor stepped out, a servant quickly approached.

Leading Thor to his room.

A familiar room, a familiar bedroom.

Thor couldn’t help but feel a touch of nostalgia.

But he quickly shook his head and was attended while washing up.

Laying down.

The night deepened gradually.

"Ding, daily intelligence system updated!"

"Open it?"

"Open!"

.....

New intelligence appeared, and Thor’s consciousness was imdiately projected into the daily intelligence.

anwhile, in the study room.

Count Engle didn’t go to sleep but continued pondering so issues.

His brow furrowed gradually again.

Until the ti passed midnight.

Only then did Count Engle shake his head, pulling back his thoughts, preparing to return to his room to sleep.

But upon standing up, he noticed the wooden box on the desk.

"Thor!"

Count Engle chuckled to himself, but still got up and approached.

Picked up the wooden box and gently opened it.

An unfamiliar piece of fruit reflected in his eyes, causing his expression to slightly freeze.

"A sour fruit?"

Count Engle seed puzzled.

But just as this puzzlent began to spread, in the next mont, his pupils involuntarily widened.

"Is, is this?"

His voice carried a tremor.

His breathing beca rough in that instant.

Because at the mont, he gradually felt sothing strange from the sour fruit.

Without hesitation, his right hand touched it directly.

And at the mont of touch, his complexion changed dramatically.

"This, this is the Fruit of Life!"

Count Engle murmured to himself, his eyes widened involuntarily.

"Thor!"

Suddenly Count Engle thought of sothing, his eyes instantly turned to the wooden door.

"Charlie!"

He spoke, trying hard to suppress his excitent.

"Master!"

The wooden door opened, and butler Charlie stepped in.

"Go check if Thor is asleep. If not, have him co over!"

"If he is, then forget it."

Count Engle spoke.

"Yes!"

Butler Charlie responded quickly.

Then retreated promptly.

Count Engle, anwhile, paced back and forth in the room, his gaze shifting to the wooden box, his expression constantly changing.

Until the door was knocked again.

"Co in!"

Count Engle spoke.

"Master, Young Master Thor is already resting!"

Butler Charlie spoke respectfully.

"Alright, I understand!"

Count Engle exhaled a long breath, then nodded.

Butler Charlie then retreated.

The night gradually deepened.

But this night, Count Engle willingly remained sleepless.