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

The wooden houses at the southeast watchtower have almost all been roofed up—although they are only temporary residences, with two or three households sharing a single house, they finally look like a residential area.

The achievements in territory construction these past few days, besides these wooden houses, include the lookout towers located west and north of Wayne's outpost and west of the village.

To guard against bandits, each watchtower was permanently staffed with one cavalryman and two residents.

Ronald is currently patrolling that area as the patrol captain, making three rounds a day.

The Black Blade Gang's surprise attack is now in its final countdown; the exact date remains to be seen and is a matter of strategic maneuvering.

They must know that it's harvest time in the village, and Wayne will definitely send people to rush the grain—so logically, this is the best opportunity for a surprise attack.

But thinking about it a little deeper, this is also a good opportunity for Wayne to set a trap or even a counter-attack.

Therefore, the two sides remain deadlocked.

The bandits were gathering their strength, waiting for an opportunity when Wayne's defenses were weakest.

Wayne is using relatively little effort to maintain vigilance while simultaneously speeding up the grain harvest – the current autumn harvest plan is nearly halfway complete and should be finished in about four or five days.

Meanwhile, during these days of rushing to supply supplies and on high alert, in addition to responding to Gordon's economic plans and building relationships with key technical personnel, Wayne also focused on improving the capabilities of Ronald and Wright.

He didn't hide his Frost Power from Ronald—after spending so many days together and so many years of memories, he still trusted Ronald a great deal.

Besides, as long as I am in a dangerous place, there will definitely be a day when I need to use this ability in front of others, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to have Ronald help me improve my proficiency.

After three days of morning and evening instruction and practical training, Wayne has improved significantly in both conventional combat capabilities and the application of special abilities.

They could at least hold their own for five or six moves against the two who were holding back before showing signs of weakness; the appearance of the ice claws was also faster and more accurate.

His improved strength also gave him more confidence in his own and his subordinates' abilities.

So, with the idea that his last death in the cave was just a coincidence within a timeline, Wayne decided to go and take another look with Ronald.

Just one glance.

When Wayne rode up to the lookout tower on the west side of the village, Ronald was directing several men to dismantle a huge game.

It was a magnificent deer, much larger than any deer Wayne could remember, with its broad antlers spreading out like tree branches.

"My lord, you've come at the perfect time."

Ronald turned around, a handsome smile on his face, like a hunter's delight after a successful catch: "Extra food tonight."

Wayne dismounted, staring at the pair of large antlers, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

In his previous life, he had been craving those venison feasts when he saw them on short videos. He never expected that he would actually have the chance to taste them after transmigrating—and in a super-sized version at that.

"Good heavens..."

Wayne walked around the deer, then patted its thick leg muscles: "This amount is enough to feed the camp for two or three days."

"I found it when I was patrolling the western edge of the forest. It was the only one there, and it seemed a bit dull."

Ronald wiped the blood off the sword with a cloth: "He was just vicious. After being stabbed, he tried to kick me, and I almost missed."

Wayne's eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the fierce rabbit from before, but he didn't say anything more.

He patted Ronald on the shoulder: "Get him back to camp quickly, we'll get some good food tonight because of you."

Ronald grinned. "Yes, sir."

They tied up the deer and rode back to camp side by side.

On the way, Wayne asked about the progress of the patrol over the past few days.

"Everything is normal at the watchtower. The villagers and cavalry are cooperating quite well, it's just that keeping watch at night is a bit tough."

Ronald held the reins, his tone relaxed: "By the way, sir, you're much more skilled with those crampons now. If that had been in a real fight yesterday, I might have actually gotten hurt."

Wayne's lips curled into a smile, and the little bit of youthful pride in his chest popped up at the opportune moment: "This is nothing."

"Once I refine the 'ice energy' a bit more, you'd better watch out."

As he spoke, he casually raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and five pale blue icicles instantly formed at his fingertips.

Ronald's eyes lit up: "This control is much better than it was three days ago."

Your talent... is truly astonishing.

"It's mainly because you teach well."

Wayne put away his smugness and said seriously, "Without your sparring with me for the past three days, how could I have become familiar with the way to exert force and the rhythm of combat so quickly?"

That's the truth. A sparring partner of Ronald's caliber can precisely push him to his limit without actually injuring him. Such teaching resources are top-notch anywhere.

The two returned to the camp while they were talking.

Hank's eyes widened when he saw the large deer on horseback. He cheered and led several cooks to surround it.

The camp suddenly became lively, and the tired villagers and soldiers all showed expectant smiles when they saw the rich prey.

After giving a few instructions, Wayne headed towards the eastern cliff.

Half an hour later, the two returned empty-handed, and the information in the lord's notes hadn't even changed.

Wayne's plan to use his cheat code to get information has also fallen through—it seems that only after a real change can he utilize the notes; repeated attempts after simple improvements are meaningless...

Fortunately, there's nothing unusual here yet, and he plans to improve his skills before coming back.

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At dinner time, the long-lost aroma of meat filled the campsite.

The chefs brought out their best skills: thick slices of venison were grilled on a stone slab and sprinkled with coarse salt and wild garlic; venison bones were simmered into a thick soup, which was stewed with dried wild vegetables and beans.

Wayne sat at a table with Ronald and Wright.

He used his dagger to cut off a slice of venison and put it in his mouth. The charred skin, coated with spices, cracked open, revealing firm meat inside, with a rich aroma of fat and the salty savory flavor of coarse salt...

"This is so awesome!"

Wayne took a satisfied breath: "In my previous life... I mean, I never ate such delicious venison in the capital."

Ronald grinned and nodded vigorously: "I'll miss tonight's first delicious meal in the North!"

"Then please eat more."

Wright then cut another slice for Wayne, but didn't forget to bring up the important matter: "Sir, over there on the cliff..."

"Don't move for now."

Wayne shook his head: "That's not something we can handle right now."

"Focus on dealing with the bandits first, and then we'll deal with them once the territory is stable."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the sumptuous venison on the table, when he suddenly realized something: "But this deer... is indeed abnormally large."

Are there many animals of this size in the woods to the west?

Ronald put down the wooden bowl, wiped his mouth, and said, "I didn't see a second one at all, otherwise we could have eaten them together—but the previous rabbit was strange, wasn't it?"

Wayne thought of the biting rabbit—if herbivores were getting bigger and fiercer, what about carnivores?

What will happen to those predators who were already at the top of the food chain after this inexplicable "enhancement"?

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into his mind—could the "residents" in the cave be one of the answers?

He suppressed his unease and focused his attention back on the present: "The lookout tower and patrols cannot be relaxed..."

The beautiful time passed quickly, and night fell in the blink of an eye.

Wayne lay in bed, listening to the wind gradually howling outside.

For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

However, there has been no activity in the journal.

The wind grew stronger, accompanied by a clattering sound like sand—the sound of ice particles being whipped up by the wind and slamming against the wooden planks.

Soon, the frost raven's glands also began to show abnormalities—they started to contract uncontrollably at an accelerated rate, and with each rise and fall, it seemed to make Wayne's chest feel a little colder.

Just then—

"Bang bang bang!"

It was Wright; his voice, unusually, lacked its usual composure.

"Lord Wayne! Something has happened!"

The frost came early! The crops in the fields are going to be ruined!

"What?!"

Wayne sat up abruptly.