Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 93 Red Rock Warehouse

The midday sun shone obliquely, and a gentle breeze carried a hint of coolness.

Louis donned a dark gray wolfskin cloak, a sword at his waist, and rode his horse along the dirt road.

He was followed by several guards, all of whom were armed with swords and armor, and remained silent.

Among the guards, the most conspicuous figure was not one of the burly elite knights, but a slightly green-looking one.

That was Weil, dressed in ill-fitting light knight's armor, with a short knight's sword at his waist.

Although his body hadn't fully grown in yet, riding that sturdy horse gave off a "child riding a big horse" vibe.

But he sat very steadily, without any sign of swaying, which suggests that he had put in a lot of effort in equestrian training.

The only thing that seemed out of place was the serious, yet still somewhat childish, expression on his face.

He was trying hard to keep a straight face, trying to project the image of "I am now the protector of the great lord".

Yeah, he's obviously trying to look cool.

Louis walked past him, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, and almost burst out laughing.

Just then, a strong aroma of smoked fish wafted over, and they were passing by a smoked fish workshop.

Smoke curled from the half-closed wooden shed, and fish hooked on iron hooks slowly turned over, their aroma wafting in the wind.

A woman in a coarse cloth apron came out of the shed and happened to see Wel riding by on horseback.

That was Weil's mother, her face still damp with sweat, but her eyes were filled with joy when she saw Weil.

"Oh, it's Wel!" She waved, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "The lord is here too!"

Louis nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

And Wel? As if he hadn't heard, he straightened up even more, his face stiff as he looked straight ahead, as if to say, "I am now the lord's guard, and I cannot be distracted while on a mission."

The next second, "smack."

Louis raised one hand and lightly slapped Will on the back of the head: "You little brat, say hello to your mother."

"I...I..." Will froze, his face turning red instantly.

"Hurry up," Louis urged.

"Yes!" Will hurriedly turned around, his voice slightly raised, "Mom! I'm here, I'm protecting you, sir!"

He waved to his mother, not daring to look up.

The woman in the work shed smiled broadly: "Oh, hey, take good care of the master, I'll make you fish soup tonight!"

"Mom!...Don't say anymore..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

After holding it in for a long time, the guards finally burst out laughing.

Will couldn't hold back any longer; his entire face turned red to his ears, and even his neck almost changed color.

He lowered his head and muttered something under his breath, like a little fox with its fur standing on end.

Louis suppressed a laugh, shook his head, turned his horse around, and continued onward.

The purpose of this trip is to inspect the main grain storage point in the Red Tide Territory, the Red Rock Warehouse.

It was an underground grain cellar transformed from a natural cave, located close to a mountain stream. The terrain was secluded, and the temperature was low all year round, with unusually stable humidity, making it practically a natural cold storage.

Louis chose the location himself.

The design drawings were just rough outlines he drew, with a list of requirements such as "low temperature", "mouse prevention", and "good ventilation".

Then he justifiably passed this arduous task to Bradley.

A typical leader who shifts blame.

But Bradley is the kind of elite butler who, if you give him a piece of land, can easily build a granary and two secret underground chambers. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risen to such a high position in the Calvin family.

He's more than capable of handling this matter.

Of course, Louis took some time to visit the site before setting off and strolled around for a bit.

They made many detailed suggestions, such as "the warehouse must have detachable wooden frames" and "dry and wet areas must not be mixed."

Then Louis dusted himself off and went to the battlefield.

Now that we're back, it's time to see just how this underground grain cellar, which was "handed over to Bradley and guided by me," really turns out.

"The Crimson Rock Warehouse is just ahead," a knight said, riding forward and pointing to the end of the mountain wall.

Following the direction, a natural rock wall has been carefully polished. Its appearance still retains its original ruggedness, but you can already see that some kind of deep structure is hidden behind it.

The overall environment is quiet, the humidity is moderate, and it is very secluded. If you don't know the location in advance, it will take a lot of effort to find it.

Just as the daily intelligence system indicated, this cave at the foot of the mountain is indeed a natural, temperature-controlled storage place.

Five or six Red Tide Knights and a dozen soldiers stood guard at the entrance, ensuring absolute safety.

Upon seeing Louis and his party, the guards immediately straightened their backs and bowed respectfully: "Lord!"

"Thank you for your hard work," Louis replied briefly, dismounted, and walked towards the barn door.

A man was already standing respectfully at the door, waiting for Louis's arrival.

He wore a black cloak lined with dark green, had slightly wavy silver hair, and leaned on an ebony cane.

He is Bradley, Louis's most trusted elder in the Red Tide Territory, and also the current controller of internal affairs in the Red Tide Territory.

"Your Excellency," the old man bowed slightly, his tone respectful, "the Red Rock Warehouse is ready, please follow me."

Louis nodded and followed Bradley into the grain silo.

Stepping inside, you are greeted by cool, dry air.

The floor is paved with moisture-proof stone bricks, and the warehouse is clearly divided and everything is arranged in an orderly manner.

As Bradley led the way, he explained in detail: "The main warehouse is divided into three sections: a grain warehouse, a smoked fish warehouse, a meat cold storage room, and a dried herb warehouse."

He tapped the location of the roof vent: "As you suggested, each compartment is equipped with a ventilation shaft and rodent-proof board, and a simple air diversion system is installed in the fumigation room to disperse smoke and moisture."

"Grains, fish, and meat are all stored separately on shelves according to their categories. Based on your suggestion, we designed detachable wooden shelves to save space, and the double-door buffer design can prevent sudden temperature changes..."

Louis looked around and saw that the warehouse was clean and tidy, with a reasonable structure, and there was not a trace of mold or dust in even the corners.

Many design details, such as the small wheel tracks that make it easy to move, were ideas he had casually mentioned at the time.

And now all of them have been implemented, and the results are absolutely perfect.

“Well done,” Louis praised softly, his voice carrying a hint of genuine approval.

Bradley gave a slight bow, neither arrogant nor impatient, as if this result was simply his due: "Thank you for the praise, sir. It is what I should do."

As he spoke, Bradley pushed open a warehouse door and led everyone inside.

A cool, dry breeze swept over me, and the ground was paved with moisture-proof stone bricks; everything was neat and orderly.

The guards lit the kerosene lamps, illuminating the entire warehouse.

Seeing everything inside the warehouse, Will's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "This... so much grain?"

He remembered that his mother had worried about whether the lord was prepared enough, and that they would not have enough to eat for the winter. She had even secretly told them to eat less to lighten the lord's burden.

It seems she no longer needs to worry.

As expected, the lord is indeed very reliable.

(End of this chapter)