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

Chapter 216, the Fifteenth Settlement!!

Heidi leaned closer, and with Markel's permission, she dipped her delicate hand into the jar, her fingertips gently touching the water's surface.

She closed her eyes, then opened them a moment later.

Markel glanced at Heidi, his gaze lingering on her for a second longer, but he didn't ask any questions and picked up the second jar.

"This is a silver-bellied fish, which is more expensive than a gray-scaled fish."

The meat is tender and has few bones, making it a favorite among many lords.

However, it has temperature requirements; it won't grow in water that's too cold, and it will die in water that's too hot.

The third jar contains rainbowfish, a cold-water fish from the North.

The meat is of excellent quality, but it grows slowly and requires running water.

In aristocratic circles, it's called the "Noble of the Stream," and a single one can fetch several silver coins.

In the next twenty or so jars, there were ice grass carp suitable for still water culture, fast-growing rainbow bream, and bony fish specifically for making flavorful soups.

Among them, Wayne thought the best was the jade deer, which was not only delicious but also had the effect of nourishing the skin and strengthening the body.

The most expensive is the ornamental goldfish.

Finally, Wayne mainly bought jade deer, rainbowfish, and grayfish, supplemented with other delicious fish species, totaling several hundred.

Ultimately, thanks to Markel's offer of a discount, Wayne paid a total of 300 gold coins—which, in the end, was all river-raised fish, so it wasn't expensive.

"make a deal."

Wayne sent Yannis to collect the gold coins and paid for them on the spot.

The deal was done, Markel was sent away, and Wayne and Heidi returned to the lakeside.

The merchants had already placed the pottery jars on the shore, and Heidi squatted down to check the condition of the fish fry one jar at a time.

"Sir, this batch of fish fry is of very good quality."

Wayne nodded: "Are there enough spirit fish?"

Heidi thought for a moment: "There are only two so far, which is not enough."

My plan is to raise them in my prepared small pond first, and once I've collected ten, I'll gradually release them into the southwestern lakes and the Binghen River.

Wayne nodded: "I checked the depth of the southwest lake today. It's perfectly usable. We just need to have the spirit fish lead the fish to deeper water. Is that feasible?"

Heidi smiled confidently: "Of course, sir. I know I can show it off gradually once the fishing industry has developed."

Wayne smiled and said, "Yes."

After dinner, Wayne went to the study on the fourth floor.

The Black Wolf King badge lay on the table, its dark metallic sheen gleaming in the lamplight.

He turned the badge over and over, his fingers tracing the fine lines on the back.

The pattern is very regular.

He tried pressing it, but there was no response. He then tried twisting the edge, but it didn't budge.

Wayne thought for a moment, then held the badge up to the candlelight and looked at it from the side.

Light shone through the patterns, and with eyesight superior to that of a second-order cultivator, Wayne noticed something – there was a gap that was a little deeper than the others.

He gently flicked it with the tip of his knife.

"Click."

A thin slit popped open on the side of the badge.

Inside was a tiny, tightly rolled-up piece of paper.

Wayne carefully pulled it out and unfolded it.

The note was covered with tiny, densely packed characters, the ink still fresh.

It started with a coded message, followed by several lines of prices. Sure enough, after being a lord for several months, Wayne had already figured out the rules here.

It lists the prices for hiring guards, intelligence, rare items, special population transactions, and special channels.

The last item was just one sentence: "Special access: Enter the seventh floor of the Black Tower in Icecrown Citadel with a badge. Price negotiable."

Icecrown Citadel, Black Tower, seventh floor.

That was one of Duke Quintu's territories, located in the southeastern region of the kingdom's northern border.

Wayne squinted slightly—it seemed the more exciting attractions were all over there.

After reading it, he rolled the note up again, put it back into the badge, and fastened it.

Leaning back in his chair, Wayne let out a long sigh.

Markel was delivering a message.

The Duke must have had something to do with this—Wayne's value is already enough to get him into that circle.

He put the badge in a hidden compartment in the secret room.

Late at night, Wayne came to the basement alone.

This place holds the most valuable possessions of the territory—and now, before him are the newly stored Tian Shu crossbows, sixteen hand crossbows, a dozen suits of iron armor, six suits of composite armor, and several weapons.

Next, it will be time for the fifteenth settlement.

He raised his right hand.

A silver light began to appear in his palm.

The sound of pages turning was particularly clear in the basement.

[Lord's Notes, November 28th, Year 324 of the Arthurian Calendar - Week 15 Summary: Personal Attributes]

Name: Wayne Lancaster Strength Level: Tier 2 Physique: 27→30 (The joy and connection of the main castle have made you even stronger)

Agility: 32

Mental state: 25→26 (The past few days of rest have allowed you to process your previous decisions and experiences)

Specialties: Ballroom dancing, intermediate horsemanship, intermediate swordsmanship.

Skills: Life Skills - Building, Combat Skills - Chaos.

Weapons: Crimson Pulse (picker), Legacy Armor (armor), Heavenly Pivot Ballista (mechanical crossbow).

Lineage: Lancaster family: Slightly enhanced physique.

Frostwolf bloodline: Slightly enhanced agility, enhanced physical potential, and possesses "Frostwolf glands" that can utilize frost.

Shadow Eye Bloodline: Your control over your body will be stronger, and a "Shadow Core" will form between your eyebrows!

(3/3)

Other cards: Bloodline Ex vivo reagent

[Power Assessment]

Faction Name: Frostraven Territory Force Strength: d+

Resources: d—→d+ (After being promoted to Viscount, you've gained a lot this week!)

Economy: e+→d (Fisheries in your territory begin to take off, and your asset reserves become more abundant)

Stability: c→c+ (Your value has been recognized more)

Culture: f→f+ (Your people have come to understand your system better through their labor, and they applaud your wisdom and generosity through their own labor)

Overall evaluation: d—(Setting sail) → d (Achieving some results)

[This Week's Rating]

Survival points: 13

Power Points: 79

Reputation points: 54

Rating: e+ (Somewhat well-known)

Assessment: In the new week, you once again demonstrated your wisdom by making sound decisions, enabling your territory to develop rapidly and steadily, and you responded well to the outside world.

Your deeds are still unfolding, your reputation is still rising, wishing you a triumphant return!

Reward: One draw for a rare purple-tier resource.

Please select the reward type: Follower/Item/Weapon

What Wayne first noticed was the significant improvement in his personal and faction stats. The only thing that puzzled him was the improvement in his physique.

He knew, of course, how difficult it was to improve personal attributes after reaching the second tier. A weekly increase of one point was the norm, but this time, without using bloodline, he actually gained three points.

What's going on?!

The joy and connection of the main castle—could it be...?

Wayne frowned as he suddenly remembered that his physical condition seemed to have improved significantly after contacting Annie.

He jotted down the details somewhat haphazardly, then his gaze fell upon the section on calculating rewards.

It was expected that this time the reward wouldn't be the gilded level one, given that it was a week of preparation focused on the main theme, and it was something I had planned myself.

The real action is yet to come.

Seeing that items appeared in the reward categories finally calmed Wayne's slightly uneasy heart.

A slight smile played on his lips. Sixty percent chance of success!