Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 28 White-haired Beautiful Girl

The room was silent except for the soft crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace.

Louis stood by the bed, looking at the frail girl in front of him.

Her skin was paler than that of the Imperials, with a cool tone characteristic of the North.

Her short, silver-white hair was slightly messy, and her deep blue eyes gave her an air of mystery.

Despite her slender figure, she has muscular lines hidden beneath her taut skin, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Moreover, even in difficult circumstances, her gaze remained neither humble nor arrogant, carrying a subtle sense of defensiveness.

Louis asked, "What's your name?"

Sif looked at him quietly without answering.

"where u from?"

Still silent.

"Where are you going?"

The firelight reflected on the girl's calm, expressionless face. She remained silent, as if she hadn't heard anything.

The kind-hearted auntie standing nearby sighed and gently patted Sif's hand.

Her voice held a hint of heartache: "Poor child, don't be afraid, we are all good people here. The lord saved you, he won't harm you."

Sif's mind was racing.

She knew very well that if she made up an identity, she would likely be exposed.

However, trying to avoid the question may arouse suspicion from the other party.

The best solution she could think of was to play dumb and pretend she knew nothing when asked.

Not wanting to reveal her identity, she simply went along with the flow and remained silent.

Unexpectedly, the other party's reaction was even more understanding than she had imagined.

Louis looked at her, feigning thoughtfulness.

After a moment, seemingly having reached some conclusion, he said calmly, "It seems he has amnesia?"

Sif was taken aback, not expecting Louis to offer such an explanation.

She lowered her eyes slightly, neither admitting nor denying, implicitly acknowledging the statement.

Louis looked at her long, silvery-white hair and said casually, "Since you've lost your memory, then stay here for now."

Then, after a moment's thought, a cryptic smile appeared on his lips: "Your hair is white, so from now on, we'll call you 'Little White'."

Instantly, Sif's pupils contracted, and anger surged within her.

noob?!
She is the princess of the Cold Moon tribe. She received royal education from a young age and was taught by her father that she was born with noble blood and shouldered the future of the tribe.

Now some southern barbarian has given it a name that sounds like a pet?!
His fingernails dug deep into his palm as he suppressed his anger.

Sif told herself she couldn't reveal her emotions, and she couldn't let him discover her true identity.

So she remained silent, clenching her teeth, and didn't utter a word.

But she had already secretly remembered this barbarian who had insulted her.

"Can you read?" Louis asked casually, as if it were just a casual remark.

Sif, who was suppressing her anger, nodded subconsciously.

But almost at the same time, she realized she had made a mistake.

That reaction was so quick and so natural.

In the Hanyue tribe, only the noble class had the opportunity to learn the script and language of the southerners.

Therefore, despite Sif's father's extreme hatred of Southerners, he still hired a Southern teacher to teach her language and writing.

But now it has become a flaw that could betray his identity.

Sif glanced up and discreetly observed Louis's expression, trying to determine if he had already noticed something.

Louis, seemingly oblivious to her mistake, nodded thoughtfully. "Then you'll be my secretary from now on." "Secretary?"

Sif didn't react for a moment because she had never heard the word before.

Louis explained, "It's just to help me remember some things and handle some odd jobs. Don't worry, it's nothing difficult, and you don't have to do anything dangerous."

Sif lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

A secretary doesn't sound like someone who is a slave or a prisoner, nor does it sound like a dangerous job.

This arrangement is far better than being imprisoned, tortured, or even executed.

And she doesn’t seem to have a better option.

Sif nodded slightly, tacitly agreeing to the arrangement.

This wasn't surrender, but rather forbearance. Sif told herself.

Seeing this, Louis's lips curled up slightly, and then he stood up: "You just woke up, so rest well first, and we'll talk again when you've recovered."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and walked towards the door.

Sif watched Louis's retreating figure, her fingertips tightening slightly on the bedding, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The man did not show obvious malice, but he was not exactly kind either.

What on earth was he thinking?
She couldn't make a judgment for the time being, nor did she dare to draw any conclusions.

But one thing she was very clear about was that her ultimate goal would not change no matter what.

Live on, and then take revenge!

On the other side, Louis walked out of the room with a faint smile on his lips, seemingly in a good mood.

Making Sif her secretary is indeed a good idea.

Louise didn't care that Siff was hiding her identity.

He had already learned a general idea of ​​Sif's identity through the intelligence system.

Who she is is not important; what is important is that she is nothing right now.

Even if there's an opportunity to use Sif's identity later, it won't require her consent.

For now, as long as Sif is in his territory and under his control, that's enough.

Louis even found Sif's deliberate attempt to conceal something rather endearing.

Like a stray dog ​​that has been rescued, it dares not bark, but its eyes are always alert, and its tail is slightly tucked between its legs.

They were unwilling to get close to him, yet dared not make any rash moves, for fear that they might be slaughtered and eaten if they were not careful.

As for her ability to write, that was an unexpected delight.

This greatly reduced Hilko's workload, and he no longer had to complain every day about being overwhelmed by paperwork.

Besides, having a beautiful white-haired girl by your side will definitely improve your work mood, right?

He strode forward in high spirits, turned around and went to the artisan's workshop, ready to discuss the construction of the castle with Mike.

Construction in the Red Tide Territory is in full swing.

Thanks to the ease of building semi-subterranean communal dwellings and the hard work of the slaves, rows of neat houses sprang up, and semi-subterranean communal dwellings took shape.

It can be called a miracle in the history of construction in the North.

Knights now have their own rooms, soldiers share rooms in pairs, free people in rooms in groups of three, slaves in rooms in groups of six, and married residents can even apply for independent housing.

Such a living arrangement was an immense blessing in the barren northern territory.

At least when winter comes, no one will be homeless and freeze to death in the snow.

This was almost unimaginable in other territories, but under Louis's rule, it all became a reality.

However, simply resettling the people is far from enough.

Now that the foundation of the Red Tide Territory has been gradually consolidated, it is time to allocate half of the craftsmen and laborers to begin building a true lord's castle.

(End of this chapter)