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

"Are you alright?"

Wayne drew his sword, and the corpse fell to the ground in the snow.

He casually wiped the blade of his sword on the corpse's fur coat, the movement as natural as wiping tableware.

Tite then came to his senses and hurriedly shook his head, "N-nothing... Thank you, sir..."

Wayne nodded, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings:

Many houses have been smashed open with large holes, the snow is soaked with blood, and corpses lie strewn about.

But there were many more standing—the villagers wielding crude weapons, the wounded but still upright cavalrymen, and himself.

"Everyone."

Wayne's voice was slightly hoarse from exhaustion, but it was still exceptionally clear.

Everyone's body jolted, and they all looked up in unison.

"You did a great job."

Wayne didn't linger, but took a breather while giving everyone time to encourage each other—the remaining bandits on the main battlefield had been mostly wiped out, but Hank and the others were still fighting in the alleyways on the west side of the village.

"Anke, tally up the battle results and casualties, and take all the wounded to the logistics department—to coordinate with Emma."

He rushed into the surrounding alleys again.

……

Hank is indeed in trouble.

When Wayne arrived on the west side, Hank was fighting with a burly bandit.

The bandit was clearly a cut above the average henchman; his knife skills were ruthless. Hank had already sustained two new wounds and could only barely hold him back based on his experience.

Seeing that the bandits were about to catch up with him again, Hank gritted his teeth but still chose to give way.

He leaped and quickly flipped into the window next to him.

However, with Wayne's arrival, Hank's opponents will no longer be able to pursue him.

"call……"

"what!"

"Come out."

Only when he heard Wayne's voice did Hank shudder and look out from inside the house.

The bandit who had been unstoppable just moments before was now clutching his bleeding wrist in agony—Wayne's sword was poised above his head.

Five seconds... less than five seconds!

And how could Lord Wayne appear here so easily! Could it be?!

Hank's mind worked quickly, but after climbing out of the window, he still widened his eyes to confirm that the familiar figure in front of him was Wayne.

Wayne is interrogating an enemy.

"Your entire team has been wiped out. Do you want to cooperate with me, or have my fingers chopped off piece by piece?"

The fierce bandit was completely stunned by Wayne's aura, and his face turned pale.

Wayne had neither the time nor the interest to play mind games: "What's wrong with Eric?"

When did his body start to look like that?

The old bandit's eyes flickered, but seeing the blood still dripping from the sword in Wayne's hand, he finally confessed honestly: "It...it happened in the last two days."

"Be specific."

"The night before last, the third leader came back from outside and something seemed off. His face was very red and he was speaking loudly."

Yesterday morning, he was a completely different person—he was stronger, incredibly powerful, but his mind seemed...not quite right.

Wayne frowned: "Did he gradually become like this?"

"Yes, but very quickly, it changes every day."

The old bandit swallowed hard: "And his appetite has become enormous; he can eat the equivalent of three meals in one sitting."

"What about your other two leaders? Are they in the same situation?"

The old bandit's expression darkened, but he quickly shook his head: "No, not at all."

Wayne's eyes turned cold: "You're lying to me."

If the top two leaders don't change, how can they command Eric?

Given his temper, he would have rebelled long ago.

"I'm not lying to you!"

Seeing Wayne about to make a move, the old bandit turned pale with fear: "The boss and the second-in-command really haven't changed!"

But they could still order the third-in-command around—the third-in-command was extremely obedient to them, doing whatever they told him to do, like…like a dog!

Wayne's brow furrowed even more.

This isn't right.

According to old Gordon's intelligence, Eric is greedy and belligerent, and is definitely not the type to be subservient to others.

Even if there's something wrong with your body, you shouldn't suddenly become so obedient.

Unless... the top leader and the second-in-command have figured out some way to control him.

Wayne wanted to ask more, but the old bandit couldn't offer any more useful information—that was all he really knew.

"One last question."

Wayne stared at him: "How many of you are left? Where are the leader and the second-in-command?"

The old bandit hesitated for a moment.

The tip of the sword moved forward another half inch.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" the old bandit screamed. "Including the leader and the second leader, there are... less than twenty people left."

They should still be in that area to the north, but I really don't know their exact location; only a few trusted confidants know!

Wayne nodded.

Then, to the other's horrified gaze, a sword pierced his heart.

He would try to recruit assassins like Kesha.

But this kind of scum who might turn on you at any moment... let's not talk about it.

……

When Wayne brought Hank back to the center of the village, Anko had already gathered all the other surviving cavalrymen and villagers and completed a preliminary count.

"grown ups."

Anke strode forward, her face showing exhaustion, but her voice was clear and strong as she reported: "Two cavalrymen died, and seven wounded cavalrymen and nine wounded villagers have been sent to the southeast treatment area."

Wayne nodded: "Results?"

"Including the one you just helped Hank take care of, a total of seventeen bandits were eliminated in this battle."

Anke paused for a moment: "Adding the ten that accumulated before, there are a total of twenty-seven people."

"I also took care of two scouts before I came back."

Wien added.

"That's twenty-nine people."

An Ke quickly calculated in her mind: "According to the previous intelligence, the remaining bandits should be less than twenty people."

Wayne nodded and looked around.

There were not many people left who could still stand and fight: Anke, three cavalrymen who were not seriously injured, and eight young villagers.

He walked toward the eight young men.

Their faces still bore the excitement of killing their enemies and avenging their foes, and their hands holding their weapons were trembling slightly, but their eyes were different.

"Can you help protect this place?"

Wien asked.

No hesitation.

All eight men straightened their backs simultaneously and nodded vigorously: "Sir, we can!"

"it is good."

Wayne's voice softened unusually: "Then help me and Anke hold this place."

He turned to Anke and the cavalry and ordered: "Continue with the previous defensive strategy—I'll go patrol the outer perimeter."

Although the enemy has lost one of its leaders, they still have their main force and two more leaders. We must not let our guard down!

"yes!"

Wayne walked towards the outer perimeter, his mind racing with calculations.

Why didn't the main force of the bandits take advantage of the situation and launch a full-scale attack?

Dividing the troops for an attack is understandable, but remaining inactive after the third leader was killed and half the troops were lost is illogical.

Unless... they're waiting for something.

Or perhaps their strength isn't as great as we thought? Have they already given up?

"Fortunately."

Wayne looked southeast—that was where Ronald was resting: "More than an hour has passed, and Ronald, who is still 'energetic,' will rest even faster."

If a crisis were to occur now, he should be able to be woken up at any time for a short-term battle.

The image of the blond knight's tired yet handsome face flashed through his mind.

Everyone is working incredibly hard.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Fortunately, the turmoil in my territory is about to end.

There are less than two days left until the third settlement.