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

"I haven't decided yet whether or not to agree to their offer."

The words, coupled with the bloody human head on the ground, seemed utterly absurd and ironic.

You haven't thought this through? You've already chopped someone up!

Wayne, seemingly oblivious to the strange expressions on everyone's faces, continued in that calm yet undeniably authoritative tone, "He was nothing more than a messenger. I killed him simply because he, and those behind him, failed to grasp one crucial principle."

His gaze suddenly sharpened, sweeping over Barton and every villager as if it were a physical object:

"I am the master of this territory."

The respect and even flattery shown to me by everyone in this land is simply their duty, not their ability.

Anyone who tries to make a fool of me, or even tries to harm me, threaten me, or interfere with my work or that of my men…”

He pointed to the head on the ground: "This is what happens."

The scene was silent for several seconds; no one dared to make a sound.

Next, Wayne changed the subject, his tone seemingly softening: "But conversely, as long as you follow my rules and work diligently, I will send people to help everyone harvest the grain, just like I did today."

Later, the allocated salt, ironware, and even other better things will also be provided.

The villagers were stunned.

Their fear had not yet subsided, but Wayne's words were like a pebble thrown into a frozen lake, creating ripples in a different way.

They couldn't understand this lord.

He was so ruthless, killing without blinking an eye. Despite having absolute advantage and power, he uttered words that sounded almost like a favor, such as "distributing salt and iron."

You see, salt and iron are things they desperately want but can hardly obtain!

Ever since they heard from the sentinels that the lord had purchased a large quantity of these supplies, they had been secretly coveting them.

What kind of lord is he? What does he want to do?

"Alright, everyone, disperse and go about your business."

Wayne waved his hand as if he had just dealt with a trivial matter.

The villagers felt as if they had been granted a pardon, yet were also filled with confusion. They subconsciously obeyed the order and began to move.

However, what Wayne said next made them shrink back and couldn't help but want to look back.

"Barton, come here for a second."

Barton shuddered, his legs felt like lead, but he struggled to stagger to Wayne's side.

His face was ashen, his body trembled, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Sir...sir..."

His voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Wayne dismounted and leaned slightly forward, looking at the headhunter who was so terrified he was almost in tears, a gentle smile appearing on his face:

"What are you afraid of, headhunter?"

Didn't I say yesterday that my soldiers need meat, and might need someone familiar with the mountains and forests who can find prey?

This persuasive tone sounded like the whispers of a devil to Patton.

Overwhelmed by immense fear, he shuddered, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

He regretted it. He regretted taking a chance, regretted having ulterior motives, and even more regretted leading the bandits directly to the lord... and even bringing the bandits back with him.

"My lord... I was wrong... Please, give me another chance... I promise..."

He pleaded incoherently, almost collapsing to his knees.

"it is good."

Wayne readily agreed, and that single, decisive word caused an unbelievable glint of hope to flash in Barton's eyes, like a drowning man grasping at a piece of driftwood!

I'll give you one chance.

Wayne's voice remained steady: "Don't you like relaying messages between two parties?"

Now, you go by yourself, alone, to the bandits' stronghold and deliver a message to me.

The hope in Patton's eyes shattered instantly, turning into pleading.

His eyes widened in terror, and he shook his head violently: "No...no...Sir, please...I can't go...they'll kill me..."

Go tell them.

Wayne ignored his pleas and said to himself, "We killed that scarred man just because he tried to trick me into going to their village."

This insults my judgment.

He noticed the eavesdropping of the villagers around him and said, word by word, "But I am a very reasonable person."

Once a person dies, the matter is considered closed.

Cooperation can still be discussed.

He stared into Patton's terrified eyes and slowly instructed, "The location will be the snowfield in the southwest."

The timing is up to them.

If they agree to this proposal, they'll let you come back alive with the news.

"Patton, this is your last chance to live, the one you begged for."

Wayne straightened up, his tone now completely icy: "Don't try anything funny."

I don't mind using you to let everyone know the consequences of making fun of me.

After saying that, he stopped looking at Patton, who was slumped on the ground, looking utterly dejected. He stepped onto his horse and turned it around.

"Back to camp."

Amid the sound of horses' hooves, Wayne and Ronald left the still desolate village entrance.

The sound of new hooves followed immediately, and the cavalry, following their lord's retreating figure, left the village entrance.

All that remained was Barton kneeling on the snow, sobbing, a group of villagers looking at each other with different thoughts, and the hideous head in the center of the snow, gradually being covered by fresh snow.

……

On the way back to the watchtower, Ronald rode up and asked in a low voice, "Lord Wayne, do you think Barton will go?"

"unimportant."

Wayne gazed at the gradually clearing outline of the watchtower ahead: "But it should be, after all, I've already planted fear in his instincts."

Rather than die immediately, people will instinctively seek out even the slightest chance of survival.

Ronald nodded and said nothing more.

Wayne continued to look ahead.

Killing Barton is pointless—he must have already revealed all his information to the bandits on his way there, so it's better to use this opportunity to test the bandits' reaction.

Is it a sudden outburst of rage, a full-scale attack for revenge? Or is it a sign of apprehension, a willingness to sit down and talk again? Or perhaps some other reaction?

This will allow him to make a more accurate judgment about the enemy's character and strength.

It's certain that I have the strength to easily defeat them, and that I must deal with them...

But at the same time, he also needs to minimize battle losses as much as possible.

As a lord, besides the bandits, he had many other things to deal with.

At the same time, what he said to the villagers was only to prevent them from becoming enemies over small favors—he couldn't be too kind to them and make them feel that everything was their due.

As for now, he should return to the watchtower to check on the current work situation of his soldiers and civilians, and then wait for tonight's settlement.

Based on the settlement information, he could also get a general idea of ​​the threat posed by bandits and the internal stability situation.

Moreover, dealing with this matter might actually increase my score and reward.