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

However, to Wayne's surprise, the bandits did not launch a second wave of attack until it got dark.

When Ronald rushed over to hand over the work, both of them were stunned.

For Wayne, this tense deployment, which required him to be on high alert, actually ended so easily?

The tension that had been gripping his mind suddenly eased, and the exhaustion instantly dissipated like gas being compressed. He almost lost his balance.

For Ronald, however, the change in Wayne's aura was shocking.

Although Wayne is now more tired and weak, he is clearly less gloomy than before... and has more confidence and domineering presence.

This was the first time in all the years they had known each other that he had felt such domineering presence from Wayne.

As for the shock, in fact, he had already felt incredulous when he woke up a dozen minutes earlier and heard Emma's battle report.

The wounded soldiers brought back more detailed accounts: how Baron Wayne instantly killed the bandit scouts, patrolled the outer perimeter alone, and killed the terrifyingly large three bandit leaders...

"grown ups."

Ronald dismounted and quickly walked to Wayne to help him up.

His worries had completely vanished, but his eyes held a different kind of affection for Wayne: "You've become stronger again."

Wayne managed a weak smile, but he didn't have the strength to respond.

With Ronald's help, he mounted his horse and rode southeast of the village, accompanied by Anke, who was also taking a break.

When Wayne appeared at the door, everyone's eyes turned to him.

The villagers who had gathered here to wait after Ronald left, the soldiers and young men still recuperating in the loggerhouses and cabins, including Wright who was changing shifts—they all looked at the young baron.

He had more blood on him than Ronald had on him when he beheaded Scarface at the village entrance that day.

But at this moment, he was not scary at all in the eyes of the villagers.

Due to his weakened state, Vayne looked even more disheveled than when he was injured by Kshatriya in the Frozen Lands for two rounds.

However, in the eyes of his subordinates, he was by no means weak.

On the contrary, the last rays of the setting sun fell directly on him, coating his blood-stained armor, his smudged cheeks, and even the blade of the silver longsword in his hand with a dark golden glow.

He stood there, and in everyone's eyes, he was more handsome than the wood carving that the craftsman Maurice had made for him.

"We can't let our guard down yet."

Everyone pricked up their ears.

"I'm going to rest first, Wright. Make sure most people are recovering their strength."

Once enough soldiers and villagers have recovered...

He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes: "The day of retaliation is here."

Wright nodded solemnly: "Leave it to me."

He has recovered quite well.

Instead of going to his bedroom to rest immediately, Wayne headed to the medical treatment area in the logistics department.

Emma was already waiting at the door.

"grown ups!"

Emma followed behind him; the girl's face showed obvious fatigue, but her eyes were bright.

Wayne nodded inwardly—this girl has great stamina and is very responsible.

"How's it going inside?"

Wien asked.

"The wounded have all stabilized—none of their injuries are fatal, thanks to your leading by example."

Emma answered softly, "Most of the lightly wounded can move around freely after being bandaged."

Wayne nodded and went inside.

Wounded soldiers and villagers lay on makeshift communal beds.

Upon seeing him enter, those who could move tried to stand up and bow.

"Lie down."

Wayne raised his hand to stop him, his gaze sweeping over every face: "Everyone is a hero today, I've remembered them all."

Take good care of your injuries; the territory still needs you.

These two simple sentences brought tears to the eyes of many men.

After inspecting the wounded area, Wayne followed Emma to a small cabin next door—which had been temporarily converted into a meeting room.

"Lord Wayne."

Wright had followed us at some point. With only Emma present, he was off guard and his expression was serious.

Under Wayne's questioning gaze, Wright took a deep breath: "I can't believe how powerful you are."

Looking at Wright's serious expression, Wayne rarely felt a certain tension being stirred within him.

In short... he couldn't hold it in.

Wright was not a flatterer; he was pragmatic, meticulous, and even somewhat rigid.

That's why his approval seems so genuine.

This was a smile that Wayne rarely showed, a smile born of pride, though it was fleeting.

"Cough cough."

He quickly put on a stern face: "You've come to report on the grain situation, haven't you?"

Wright clearly noticed the smile for a moment, but he wisely didn't point it out, instead reporting earnestly, "Yes, sir."

Much of the grain was frozen in the fields—especially in the large fields and scattered plots outside the central area.

I've allocated a small team to try and salvage as many animals as possible.

He opened his notebook, which was filled with data: "The grain we have collected so far, plus the twenty tons of grain you brought before, if all of it is processed... will amount to nearly thirty tons of completely edible grain."

Wayne did a quick mental calculation: "How long will this be enough to eat?"

"Based on the current population, if strict rationing is implemented, it can last until early January, or even mid-January."

Wright paused for a moment: "Of course, this is still not enough to get through the whole winter, and if there are any more battles or unexpected losses..."

"At least ensure that everyone has enough to eat."

Wayne interrupted him: "I'll find another way to address the food shortage."

He already had a plan in mind—early January would be enough:

It's only early September, and there are still four months until January.

After defeating the bandits, the only remaining forces in the territory will be Rachel in the northwest and the Wolf Barbarian tribe in the northeast—neither of these groups will be as hostile as the bandits.

Therefore, he can utilize the vast majority of resources within his territory.

Moreover, during this period, in addition to organizing hunting teams, he also had at least a dozen cheat codes that paid out.

Even without direct food rewards, there will always be rewards related to economic resources, such as pickaxes, so replenishing food shortages shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Speaking of settling accounts, Wayne is not in a hurry to organize a counterattack. Besides the fact that the fighting force within his territory needs to rest and the strength of the bandits is still uncertain, there is another important reason.

He is waiting.

It's a little past 8 p.m. now—more than 20 hours from now, at midnight tomorrow, will be the third settlement of the Lord's Journal.

At that time, Wayne planned to improve his combat strength based on the rewards, and then, together with Ronald and Wright who had fully recovered, steadily deal with the remaining bandits.

"Wright".

Thinking of this, Wayne suddenly said, "Take care and get some rest."

The sudden change of topic startled Wright, who then smiled slightly before smoothing it out.

This expression is strikingly similar to Wayne's when he quickly suppressed his smug smile.

Emma was sensible. Even though she had prepared to report information to Wayne and explain the work to come after Wright's arrival, she didn't say a word.

until……

"Emma too, don't push yourself too hard."

She looked up abruptly, flattered and surprised.

Even though Wayne has consistently treated the Glenn family members as friends, both verbally and in recent days, this caring word and the underlying concern truly warmed her heart.