Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Information

Chapter 13: Neil Morton’s Desperate Situation

The first day passed in anticipation, and the second was the same.

The following days continued in this manner.

Time gradually reached the sixth day.

During these six days, under the Daily Information system, everyone had undoubtedly reaped great rewards.

Not only in terms of money but also in their cultivation.

Among the hundred apprentice knights, one had even officially advanced to the rank of knight, increasing Thor’s number of official knights to thirty-five.

Even those who hadn’t advanced, including other apprentice knights and official knights, had made significant progress.

This was something unimaginable when they were in the Dresrosa Castle.

Yet, less than two months after leaving the Dresrosa family, their lord had provided them with all this.

Such results made them continuously filled with anticipation for the future.

And Thor felt the same way.

A single needlefish had slightly improved his talent, and with the gains over these days, his knightly progress was also rapid.

He was now getting closer to reaching the mid-level of a apprentice knight.

At this rate, he might even break through to the mid-level before reaching Loren City, faster than initially anticipated and much quicker compared to before leaving Dresrosa Castle.

However, what made him twitch his lips was that Ryan was progressing even faster, likely reaching the peak of a apprentice knight within a few days.

It was estimated that by the time they reached their territory, Ryan might even be a official knight.

This disparity in talent was almost speechless.

It was a completely different concept, proving Ryan’s future potential as a Sky Knight.

As nightfall approached, Thor, having completed his breathing exercises, suddenly opened his eyes.

The new information system appeared once again.

“Ding, the information system has been updated!”

“Would you like to open it?”

The mechanical voice sounded as it did every day.

“Open it!”

Thor’s soft voice responded.

The moment his words fell.

“Whoosh!”

A ripple spread out.

[Daily Information has been updated]

[1: A group of Earth Dragons will pass through within a hundred miles ahead]

[2: In three days]

[3: Tomorrow, a mysterious old man will be gravely injured three miles ahead. Rescuing him will bring unexpected rewards, but thirty years later, it may bring certain dangers]

[4: In one day, a thousand miles to the right, the Hell Dragon from the underground caves is rampaging]

[5: A thousand miles from Loren City, in the Fallen Leaf Valley, there is a small iron mine guarded by goblins]

[6: In three days, a herd of unicorns will pass by the Rhine River, staying for three hours before leaving]

[7: Seven days later]

As usual, Thor quickly noticed the various rewards. However, it seemed that with their proximity to Loren City, the rewards were noticeably fewer.

Of course, even so, they were still far more than those from the Frost Moon Province.

Thor scanned the information and quickly focused on two particular items.

After noting these two, his gaze fell on a consistent entry in the information.

“Tomorrow, huh?”

Muttering to himself, Thor hesitated as his gaze fixed on the third item.

An injured old man would bring unexpected rewards, but there could be dangers thirty years later.

With the time approaching, he was uncertain about whether to rescue the old man or not.

Mystery, severe injury, unexpected rewards, disaster.

Even thinking about it, one could tell the old man was important.

Yet, the potential disaster made Thor unsure whether to help or not.

Not rescuing him might mean missing a significant opportunity, but if there truly was a disaster, he might not be able to handle it with his current limited strength.

As he pondered, Thor glanced at Ryan and then at the thirty-year mark, pausing for a moment before ultimately making a decision.

As night fell, the blood moon set, and a new day dawned.

The group set out once again.

At this moment, compared to the original trajectory, there was a clear change in their goal—they were heading towards the location of the mysterious old man mentioned in the information.

Thor’s final decision was to rescue the old man.

The reason was simple: he had a golden finger.

If there were indeed problems, the golden finger would provide warnings. If it was truly unmanageable, they could retreat.

Moreover, who knew how long the future was.

What might be a disaster now could potentially not be a disaster in the future.

Thor was confident in this.

In comparison, the current gains were the most important.

The group moved forward at a slow pace.

The three-mile distance quickly passed.

They gradually approached their destination.

Meanwhile, in the distance.

A figure was staggering.

“Thud!”

A light sound, and his body fell to the ground.

“Damn Hegel!”

Neil Morton felt a sinking feeling in his heart, clearly sensing the toxins spreading throughout his body.

If these toxins had struck during his prime, they wouldn’t have been a problem, as a Sky Knight’s life force could dispel everything. However, that was in his prime. Now, his life seed was almost depleted, and his life force nearly exhausted. These toxins were extremely deadly.

“Is this how I’m going to die?”

“Damn it, Sophia, forgive me!!”

Neil Morton muttered, his face showing a bitter smile.

To think that he, a distinguished Sky Knight of the empire, who could potentially break through to the Holy Knight rank, had been set up and ended up in such a predicament.

His heart was filled with unwillingness amid the bitter smile.

Yet, unwillingness was futile. He could feel the toxins spreading towards his heart and lungs. In less than twenty breaths, he would be completely dead. Even gods couldn’t save him then.

At this moment, only returning to the empire and receiving the best treatment from a priest might have a chance of recovery.

But that was impossible.

This was a wild land far from the empire.

His consciousness was gradually fading, filled with unwillingness.

But no matter how much unwillingness he felt, his consciousness grew dimmer.

Until, just before his consciousness was about to dissipate entirely.

Figures seemed to appear in the distance.

The appearance of these figures made his final thought be that he was probably done for.

Because those appearing here were likely only the temple’s pursuit squad.

But that was the only thought left.

The toxins were not only spreading to his heart and lungs but also to his brain.

His consciousness fell into complete silence.