King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

"So we'll add another water circulation system."

He took the paper and pen that Raymond carried with him and started drawing next to him.

"Build a stone-lined pool in the solar collector room and introduce underground seepage water."

Hot air heats the pool, the water becomes hot, and then it is piped into the castle.

Use it directly in places where hot water is needed, such as the bathroom and kitchen.

You can also bury the pipes underground to heat the floor.

Raymond opened his mouth, then closed it again.

While the previous underfloor heating pipes were still within his knowledge, this water circulation was like a mathematician discovering a brand-new and practical formula!

Moreover, when he first arrived, Wayne clearly didn't know much about architecture!

After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer out, "Sir, what...how is your brain structured?"

Wayne continued, simply standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Now that we have a plan, let's get to work."

First, organize people to drill wells down into the cave. We can get a rough idea of ​​the geothermal conditions through our exploration today.

I'll go back and draw up the design plans, finalizing the smoke path route.

Raymond also stood up, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement: "My lord, if this castle is built..."

"What's wrong?"

"It will definitely be very safe and comfortable."

Wayne smiled and nodded: "Good luck."

Next, by the light of the torch, the two of them worked together to refine the plan, exchanging ideas back and forth.

Wayne's architectural expertise allowed him to accurately calculate slopes and airflow patterns, while Raymond's practical experience ensured that every step could be achieved using existing technologies and materials.

Before they knew it, the torch was half burned.

"...Finally, the air vents were located on the south side of the top floor of the main tower to avoid the north wind."

After finishing the last stroke, Wayne stretched his stiff fingers and said, "That's about it."

Raymond took the paper, read it carefully several times, folded it neatly, and put it in his pocket: "Sir, I will organize the craftsmen to prepare the materials tonight."

Glenn needs cast iron gates, Morris needs to make wooden molds, and…”

"No rush."

Wayne patted him on the shoulder: "Send people to patrol the cave for a few days to make sure there are no remaining dangers or gaps."

This place will be our private warehouse from now on; safety first.

"clear."

When the two emerged from the cave, it was already past noon.

Sunlight shines on the cliff face, giving the gray rocks a warm hue.

Wayne glanced back, a surge of pride welling up inside him.

This will be his main castle. Not a wooden fortress like those in baronies, but a real stone castle that can last for centuries.

"Let's go."

He said, "Go back and gather the craftsmen to prepare for work."

……

In the evening, Rachel's messenger arrived.

Wayne opened the envelope in the hut and read it by the light of the oil lamp.

The letter was short, containing only two things:

First, the caravan arrived five days later, accompanied by members of the Earl of John's family.

Earl John is the most powerful lord in the Ice Scar River region, also known as the Ice Scar Earl—a superior that Wayne will inevitably have to deal with in the future.

Rachel hopes Wayne will seize this opportunity and prepare a good venue, food, and quality products for the reception.

Second, she will report the truth about the frost power that Wayne has displayed.

However, if Wayne reaches a good deal this time and can create value for the Duke, the Duke's side will not ask too many questions or leak information.

Wayne put down the letter and fell into deep thought.

Five days is neither a long nor a short time.

Construction of the main castle must be suspended—at least until the caravans have been received.

But that's not the problem—after all, these next few days are supposed to be the cave inspection phase according to the plan. The problem is…

He glanced at Sean beside him—they only had those twenty-odd finished products, and they were also short of meat to serve.

"Where are the sheep?"

"Twenty."

Sean gave a wry smile: "Sir, you don't intend to kill them, do you?"

This is the crucial breeding season; it would be a shame to kill them now.

Besides, that little bit of meat isn't enough to entertain the guests.

Wayne nodded; of course he wouldn't kill his own sheep.

There's only one way then—hunting.

"Go to the northeastern hills."

He said, "We hunted sheep over there with the wolves last time."

We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning.

Wayne said, "Let's call Ronald and Wright, the four of us go hunting."

Sean is an excellent hunter, and being familiar with sheep training, he naturally understands the habits and patterns of sheep.

Wright and Ronald also have hunting experience and skills.

Sean nodded, then asked, "With the werewolves?"

Wayne thought for a moment: "Of course, and let's also see how Annie is managing things."

……

The next morning, Wayne brought Ronald, Wright, and Sean to the wolf camp.

Upon entering the camp, I was greeted by a bustling scene.

The young wolf clan members were organizing their weapons and checking their leather armor, looking ready to go into battle.

Anne stepped out from the crowd.

Today she was wearing another light hunting outfit—with a few more accessories and a short knife hanging at her waist.

"You've arrived."

She said, with a smile in her voice, "I've been waiting for you."

Wayne was somewhat surprised: "Making such a big fuss? Do you know what I want to do?"

Anne nodded proudly: "Of course, Rachel's messenger also sent me a message yesterday."

You need sheep, you need prey.

And we need…”

She paused, her eyes sharpening.

"We need revenge, we need to take back what belongs to us."

Wayne's heart skipped a beat: "What's going on?"

"Before you came, the hills to the east were also our wolf clan's hunting grounds."

She pointed to the northeast corner: "This area is sheltered from the wind in winter and has water in summer, making it the sheep's favorite place."

But for the past six months, we haven't been able to get in.

Seeing the hatred in Annie's eyes, Wayne had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on: "Is it because of the hyena tribe?"

"Yes, and Baron Jimmy too."

Anne's voice turned cold: "He bribed the men at the northeast watchtower and tacitly allowed the hyena tribe to encroach on that area."

The hyenas set traps and hunted there, driving the sheep toward them.

"We, the wolf clan, went to negotiate and drive them away, and we injured many people in the process."

Wayne frowned.

"How strong is Baron Jimmy?"

"have no idea."

Anne shook her head: "But we know the strength of the hyena tribe."

In a direct confrontation, they're no match for us now. They're just cunning enough, and with Jimmy backing them up, they dare to be so arrogant.

Wayne was silent for a few seconds.

He was thinking.

Baron Jimmy is a formal nobleman, and a direct conflict would certainly cause trouble.

But the hyena tribe was encroaching on the wolf tribe's hunting grounds—and most importantly, that was their territory.

The territory of sheep.

Moreover, Rachel's letter made it very clear that the Duke would turn a blind eye as long as it created value.

Let's go together.

Wayne said, "Take the hunting grounds back."