Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 22: While hunting, I found a beautiful girl.

Although spring has arrived in the North, the cold winds are still biting.

Sif gripped the reins tightly with both hands, her fingertips already numb.

The warhorse beneath him was panting heavily, its hooves wobbling, and the sweat on its body quickly froze in the cold night.

Faster...faster...

Behind her, the flames of the Cold Moon tribe burned, representing the time her brother had bought with his life.

No turning back, no stopping...

"Run south and never come back!"

Siegel's roar still echoed in her mind, like a nail driven deep into Sif's soul.

Siegel died. His father, mother, brothers, and sisters all died.

But she lived a miserable life, like an abandoned soul wandering in this world where she had no home.

Not knowing where to go, they simply kept fleeing south.

With all the food gone, Sif could only quench her thirst with river water and barely fill her stomach with tree bark and a few wild fruits.

A few days later, the warhorse finally collapsed from exhaustion with a long neigh.

Sif also tumbled off her horse and fell heavily to the ground.

She tried to stand up, but she couldn't even move her fingers.

My consciousness began to drift, and Siegel's face appeared in my mind.

I'm sorry, brother... I can't go on...

Her vision blurred, and Sif's consciousness sank into darkness.

…………

A large, imposing procession of red tides is marching north.

The hunters were focused, while the knights cautiously surveyed their surroundings, each eager to make a good impression during the hunt.

After all, the lord himself led the hunt this time.

Louis, on the other hand, was wearing a thick wolf-skin cloak and riding his warhorse with a swaying gait.

A series of messy animal tracks appeared on the wasteland.

The experienced hunter immediately crouched down to investigate and whispered, "My lord, there are signs of hare activity ahead, and more than one."

Louis nodded slightly, slowly drew his short bow from his waist, nocked an arrow, and squinted, staring ahead.

Sure enough, not far away, beside a clump of withered grass, a grayish-white wild rabbit was cautiously peeking out.

"Whoosh-"

The arrow shot through the air at such a speed that its trajectory was almost invisible, and instantly and accurately pierced the rabbit's neck!
The rabbit rolled over once, twitched twice, and then completely lost its life.

"Good archery!"

"As expected of the lord!"

The hunters and knights immediately applauded and cheered, showering him with flattery.

"My lord is indeed skilled in both literature and martial arts; even his hunting skills are so precise!"

"Such archery skills would probably put even the kingdom's royal hunters to shame!"

"If our northern province had a hundred such sharpshooters, what would we have to fear from barbarian invasions?"

"Yes, yes! Truly a born warrior!"

One knight even ran up to Louis with a hare held in his hands, looking at him with admiration: "My lord, could this hare be a descendant of the king of beasts? Otherwise, how could it be so difficult to shoot?"

Louis's lips twitched slightly.

These people... are really good at talking.

However, he didn't mind, after all, a lord's prestige and reputation sometimes depend on these small "legendary deeds".

Of course, this hunt was just an excuse to cover up the truth.

The real target was the little princess who was about to be devoured by the frost-covered polar bear.

Using hunting as a pretext, Louis headed north to find someone, though he didn't want anyone to know he possessed prophetic abilities. Of course, Louis also knew that some of the intelligent people around him had begun to notice something amiss.

They were not fools; they had long realized that their lord was "too lucky."

Having come from the south to the northern province, he could accurately predict all kinds of crises and opportunities.

No one would believe it was just a coincidence.

But in this fantasy world, even if Louis directly tells them that he has a "daily intelligence system,"

They couldn't understand what those six words meant either, after all, there were no online novels in this world.

They attributed all of this to the divine grace of the Dragon Ancestor.

"What a great harvest this time! My lord, your archery skills are simply divine."

"That's right! That's right! Even the Dragon Ancestor is blessing us today."

"Haha, we'll definitely have to celebrate properly when we get back."

And so, amidst laughter and conversation, the team continued their journey, reaping many rewards along the way.

The hunters shot and killed several plump wild deer, and even caught some rare cold-water fish on the glacier.

“It doesn’t seem so bad to relax like this once in a while.” Looking at everyone’s cheerful expressions, Louis couldn’t help but smile as well.

Suddenly, one of the hunters who had been scouting ahead rushed back to the group, a strange look on his face.

"My lord! A young girl has been spotted ahead!"

The hunter's words silenced the entire hunting party instantly, and everyone looked at him in confusion.

"A young girl?" Lambert frowned. "How could there be a young girl in the wilderness?"

"Not far away, near the glacier." The hunter panted, a trace of lingering fear still on his face. "She was lying in the snow, and she looked unconscious."

found it.

Louis's expression shifted slightly, but he remained calm: "Lead the way."

When they passed through a low grove of trees, near the glacier, they found Sif unconscious.

The girl lay on her back on the cold snow, curled up slightly, her short white hair scattered messily, covered in snow.

Her fur coat was tattered and worn, and her shoulders and arms were exposed to the air, turning purple from the cold.

Several unhealed wounds showed how difficult the past few days had been for her.

But her delicate face still held a hint of stubbornness, and even in her coma, she showed no sign of weakness.

The experienced hunter bent down to observe for a moment, then his expression changed: "My lord, she is from a northern tribe."

Another hunter examined the patterns on her belt closely and added in a low voice, "Cold Moon Tribe."

The air fell silent for a few seconds.

The knights around couldn't help but exchange a few glances.

The Cold Moon Tribe is a major enemy of the Northern Province.

But Louis made his decision after just one glance: "Take him back for treatment."

Without hesitation, the knights quickly picked up the girl and carefully placed her on a warhorse.

The hunters, with a cart full of their prey, embarked on their journey home in a grand procession.

Upon returning to the Red Tide Territory, the girl was taken to an empty room and handed over to a local indigenous healer with some medical knowledge for treatment.

Louis paused for a moment, his gaze settling on the girl's face.

At this moment, her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were chapped from the cold, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were fighting against death.

Louis took out a bottle of life-saving potion he had brought from his family and handed it to the doctor: "Give it to her."

The doctor paused for a moment, but still slowly poured the medicine into the girl's lips.

After a while, her pale face seemed to regain some color, and her breathing became more steady.

Although he is still unconscious, he has probably been given a second chance at life.

“A bottle of life-saving potion is quite expensive. I hope she can wake up,” Louis said, looking at the unconscious girl.

(End of this chapter)