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

In the Gordon family's cellar, it was already past midnight when the last sack of food was piled up.

Three oil lamps were lit in the hall, casting flickering light.

The core members sat around a long table, each with a tired and solemn expression on their face.

Wayne sat in the main seat.

To his left were Ronald and Anker, and to his right were Wright and Hank. Blacksmith Glenn, homeowner Old Gordon, and others sat a little further away, and even the servant Dieter stood in the corner waiting for orders.

"All supplies for the outpost have been moved."

Wright was the first to report: "The salt and 60% of the grain are stored in the Gordon family's cellar, and the rest of the grain went into the village warehouse—as you said, all of this grain was lent to the villagers."

Then Ronald said, "The cavalry are in the fields. I only have four skilled horsemen guarding the north and west sides respectively, to return on time to report."

There has been no movement from the bandits for the time being.

They seemed to know that if they attacked at this time, they would be fighting a bloody battle with us and the villagers right there in the village.

An Ke opened the register in her hand: "Currently, there are about eighty villagers involved in the harvest, plus more than forty able-bodied men we brought, totaling more than one hundred people."

In this way, they can probably salvage some of the food before dawn.

But the price is…

He looked up and said, "These people will be basically ruined after dawn. They will need at least a whole day to recover."

Hank rubbed his hands together: "Over at the kitchen, I've had all the cooks boil water and make thick soup, and they're delivering it to the fields every two hours."

But the fuel is being used up quickly; at this rate, the wood will burn out overnight.

Every piece of information tells Wayne one thing: there is not enough manpower, time, or resources.

But bandits could come at any time.

Wayne listened in silence, his fingers tapping lightly on the table unconsciously.

The frost-covered raven's glands contract rhythmically in its chest cavity, bringing a chilling clarity.

There is no perfect solution.

It's a matter of choosing.

So now it's time to decide on the division of labor—that's all everyone's experience, especially Ronald, who doesn't have a replacement. He can't possibly patrol and guard against bandits who might attack from the west or north 24 hours a day.

How exactly should it be arranged?

Who's resting? Who's in charge? Who's in charge of defense?

How long are the shifts? Is there enough food to fight off bandits? Is there enough food to save lives?

In these extraordinary times, they no longer have the resources to slowly study and discuss the matter.

This responsibility, this amount of thought, all fell on Wayne's shoulders alone.

"I'll assign the tasks."

He finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but undeniably authoritative.

All eyes turned to them.

"First, rush to harvest."

Wayne looked at Wright: "Wright, you'll have to go and coordinate things in the fields again."

We released the grain from the southern and northern parts of the fields, focusing on preserving the largest grain fields closest to the villages.

Then, you divide the hundred people into three teams and the land into two parts. Each team works for an hour and a half, then takes turns resting for half an hour—make sure one team is resting. Those resting must be in the village, near the fire, drinking hot soup.

Lai nodded: "Understood."

"Uncle Glenn, the cooks look familiar to you. Could you please help us look after the rest stop over by the farmland?"

In addition, I'd also like to ask you to repair the farm tools.

Glenn nodded: "No problem."

Second, be vigilant.

Wayne turned to Ronald: "Ronald, you go and rest. I'll take care of the guard duty tonight."

Third, logistics.

This time, Wayne looked at the wealthy man: "Gordon, it's your time to shine. The hot soup can't be cut off, and I'll compensate you double for the fuel in your house afterwards."

Dieter, you take two people with you and they'll be in charge of materials distribution.

Finally, Wayne looked at the two veterans: "Hank, Anker, you two will be with me tonight—"

"Lord Wayne, please change it."

Someone interrupted Wayne, but no one on the field showed any change in expression.

Because he is Ronald.

Ronald seemed to have thought about it for a long time: "I have more energy than you. The bandits won't miss tonight's opportunity. Let me lead the defense."

You, Anke, and Hank, just wait until you've had a good night's sleep to take over for a bit.

"..."

Wayne was speechless for a moment—it was indeed a better arrangement, since Ronald had already toured the area for a long time and knew the west side and the forest trails better.

Moreover, he is even stronger; even after more than twenty hours without rest, he shows little sign of fatigue.

However, as Ronald said, tonight is the best time for the bandits to arrive. Their abandonment of the watchtower must have let the bandits know that Wayne wanted to speed up the collection of grain.

In the latter half of the night, not only were the cavalrymen exhausted from rushing to deliver supplies, but even the villagers, who might have been ready to unleash their full fighting spirit in the village, were also out of energy.

While theoretically, if the bandits were smart enough, they would send out scouts first, giving them time to wake Ronald—but that remains just theory.

But what made Wayne hesitate was that he didn't know if the bandits had any backup plans.

Having one's own lord's notes can provide early warnings of underhanded tactics... which may always offer some opportunities for maneuvering.

In the process of maneuvering, he might be able to provide Ronald, who is on duty in the second round, with more information.

This is more difficult—the losses could be severe—but at least the core personnel are at lower risk.

Seeing Wayne hesitate, Ronald seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.

Wayne will not hesitate when he has thought things through thoroughly.

His heart skipped a beat, but then his resolve hardened: "My lord, please trust me, okay?"

Seeing his smile, Wayne felt a chill run down his spine—Ronald knew about his ability to foresee danger.

But just as he worried that Ronald's abilities weren't enough to survive this danger that wasn't entirely under his control...

Ronald was also worried that his sense of danger and intelligence were not enough to guarantee his survival.

What he heard was: "Brother, since you also think there's danger this time, then it's your turn to trust me, okay?"

Only at this moment did Wayne feel as if his heart had truly sank for the first time.

This was the first time he had ever truly experienced such a pure and unique feeling since he transmigrated and gained a cheat ability.

This is indeed a real world, and Ronald and Wright in front of him... are not subordinates with special close bonds or people he can trust.

This feeling was truly a first for Wayne, so much so that he only belatedly realized that a significant portion of his original feelings toward the people of this world had been self-deception.

He may have been cold-hearted to begin with, but he was far from being this indifferent.

From his ruthless decisiveness to his use of the "friend" position to win over the technical staff, and his so-called "brotherly" attitude and titles to ensure that Ronald and his partner would remain loyal.

But tonight's crisis has brought about some new emotions and changes in his heart.