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

"Your Excellency, please sign here."

The escort captain was a middle-aged man around forty years old, wearing a worn leather armor and with an extended longsword from the Kingdom of Byron hanging from his waist.

At that moment, he was spreading out the list of supplies Wayne had purchased on a wooden table that had been temporarily set up outside the cabin, and handing over a quill pen.

Wayne took the pen and glanced at the list—four pairs of oxen, twenty sheep, five sled dogs, three cartloads of various tools, grain reserves…

And a series of names: Glenn the blacksmith and his wife and two daughters; Yudo the blacksmith and his apprentice Thomson; Samuel the carpenter; old Cole the stonemason…

The numbers and names match.

He bent down to sign, the pen swishing softly across the parchment. Just then, he felt a gaze fixed intently on him.

Without looking up, Wayne finished signing "Wayne Lancaster" before straightening up and handing the pen back.

The escort captain took the pen, but his gaze remained fixed on Wayne's face, especially his eyes.

"team leader."

Wayne asked calmly, "What are you looking at?"

The captain paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the Baron's eyes... seem a little brighter than before."

Perhaps spending so much time in the North has sharpened his eyes.

He spoke of it casually.

"yes."

Wayne smiled and didn't ask any further questions: "Thank you for escorting us all the way. Please rest at the camp for a day before returning."

Hank will arrange the meals.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir, but we still have to rush back to report."

The captain bowed and said, "I wish you success in your expansion in the North."

After saying this, he put away the signed sheepskin scroll, turned around and directed his men to unload the last truckload of supplies, and then led the convoy slowly away from the watchtower camp.

Wayne watched them go until the group disappeared at the edge of the snowfield.

"Eye……"

He muttered to himself and turned to walk toward Wright, who was arranging for the new staff.

There were about thirty new civilians, mostly young men and women, and a few teenagers.

They were dressed in worn-out winter clothes, their faces showing the weariness and unease of a long journey, and were now lined up in two rows as Wright had instructed, waiting to register.

The livestock—four pairs of strong oxen stood quietly in the snow; twenty sheep huddled together bleating; and five thick-haired sled dogs were temporarily tied to stakes, curiously observing their new surroundings.

The craftsmen stood at the very front.

Of the two blacksmiths, the older one was about fifty years old, with a stocky build and strong arms, and was scrutinizing the surroundings of the camp with a critical eye; the younger one looked to be under thirty, with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old apprentice following behind him.

The carpenter and stonemason were both middle-aged men around forty years old, and they appeared calm and reliable.

Now, these are all my assets!

Wayne walked to the front of the crowd and cleared his throat.

"Everyone."

His voice rang out clearly in the chilly morning wind: "I am Wayne Lancaster, the lord of this land."

All eyes turned to them, filled with awe and curiosity.

"You have come to the North, to my land. It is cold and harsh here, but it is also full of opportunities."

Wayne's gaze swept across the faces. "Here, as long as you are willing to work and follow the rules, you will receive rewards and respect."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Today, you can rest and get familiar with the environment."

Hank will arrange temporary accommodation and food for everyone.

Starting tomorrow, everyone will have their own work—clearing land, building houses, herding livestock, or working as an assistant to craftsmen.

Wright will inform you of the specific arrangements.

A murmur arose among the crowd; some eyes lit up with hope, while others remained skeptical.

Wayne said no more, signaling Wright to continue making arrangements, and then walked over to Ronald, who was inspecting the cattle.

"How is it?"

Wien asked.

"They're all good animals."

Ronald patted the thick neck of a draft ox: "It's been transported over a long distance and it's still in such good condition. It's been well-fed."

With these, the efficiency of the autumn harvest can basically double.

Wayne nodded and turned to Wright, who was walking over: "How are the arrangements going?"

"The two blacksmiths and their families live in the two newly completed wooden houses on the east side, which have already been furnished with simple furniture."

Wright held the register in his hand: "The carpenters and stonemasons will temporarily live in communal tents with other single men, and will be reassigned once the new cabins are built."

"The livestock will be released according to your previous plan—the sheep will be released after the southwest side is scouted out, the oxen will be used today, and the sled dogs will be kept on the west side of the camp for now."

"Hmm, where's the new guy?"

"Registration is complete. There are 37 people in total, including 21 able-bodied men, 12 women, and 4 children."

Wright flipped through the booklet: "As you instructed, give them the day off today, and start assigning them work tomorrow. Hank will take two cooks to look after them."

Wayne nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly remembered something and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Wright, Ronald, is there something wrong with my eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Wright stared intently at Wayne's face for a few seconds, then shook his head: "That captain did linger on your eyes for a while, but I didn't see anything unusual, sir."

Then Ronald examined them closely, but immediately shook his head, saying, "I don't see anything either. Your eyes are still very beautiful."

He flashed a sunny smile.

Wayne nodded, no longer thinking about the problem.

"The Duke's informants are truly impressive..."

He spoke softly, his tone devoid of emotion.

Then, Wayne turned and looked towards the southeast village.

"Get ready, after breakfast we'll bring the people and cattle into the village."

……

Breakfast was steaming hot oatmeal porridge. The newcomers squatted by the fire, holding wooden bowls, and wolfed it down, finally regaining some color in their faces.

Furthermore, looking at the ironware that had just been distributed to the original households, their eyes were full of envy—some of them even seemed to be regretting it.

"If we had known the new lord would be so generous, we should have come with his group sooner..."

"You still have the nerve to say that? It's all because of you, greedy for warmth... the food that the Baron prepared for us."

"Alright, alright, there will be other opportunities later. The lord is so generous, he shouldn't discriminate against us..."

Wayne ate quickly, then summoned Ronald, Anker, and ten cavalrymen, and also selected nearly twenty of the original civilians, preparing to depart.

Four pairs of oxen were harnessed to makeshift trailers, which were loaded with harvesting tools such as sickles—arranged by Wayne for Anke and his group.

The large contingent left the watchtower camp and headed southeast along a forest path to the village.

Before even reaching the village entrance, Wayne could see from afar that old Gordon was already waiting there with several men.