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

When Wayne returned to the council chamber, Rachel was already waiting for him.

Karen stood behind her, her impatient expression seemingly lessened considerably; it was unclear what Rachel had said to her.

"Have you thought it through?"

Rachel asked.

"alright."

Wayne sat down opposite her: "I choose to join the Northern Lords' Alliance."

Rachel's expression didn't change much, but Wayne noticed that the lines of her shoulders relaxed slightly.

"A wise choice."

She said, "Karen, prepare the formal agreement."

"etc."

Wayne raised his hand: "There are a few small requests before I sign."

Karen's eyebrows shot up.

But Rachel simply raised her hand to reassure her: "Speak."

"First, regarding intelligence sharing."

Wayne continued, "In addition to regular reports, I expect to receive timely notifications when specific threats are discovered—such as barbarian disturbances, large wild animal migrations, or unusual behavior by other lords."

"This requires you to set up a dedicated contact point and equip it with carrier pigeons or fast horses."

Rachel said, "We can provide technical guidance and report to the Duke's intelligence department after you have established a compliant contact point."

Wayne nodded: "Secondly, and most importantly."

Wayne looked her straight in the eye: "I want to add a supplementary clause to the agreement."

When my territory faces an existential crisis, the Federation is obligated to provide emergency assistance within its capabilities.

Correspondingly, I am willing to provide assistance if other members of the association face similar crises.

Rachel remained silent for a moment.

Karen glanced at Rachel's troubled expression and couldn't help but speak up: "This isn't the rule! The Federation's agreement is a standard template; it can't be arbitrarily changed—"

Seeing this, Wayne felt reassured.

He knew he wasn't wrong—Rachel had just clearly explained the implications to Karen, but the female warrior couldn't keep secrets.

This also shows that Rachel is not as mature as she appears now.

"Can."

Rachel interrupted her.

Karen's eyes widened: "Big—"

I said yes.

Rachel's tone left no room for argument: "This clause is fair."

The core of the association is mutual assistance; it would be better to include that.

She looked at Wayne: "You've thought this through very well."

Wayne smiled slightly: "Because I want to live a little longer."

Wayne wasn't worried that joining this agreement would lead him into a trap set by the Duke and other lords at some point in the future—he had a warning in his notes.

This agreement was added simply to prevent other lords from having enough room to directly harm them.

The formal agreement was quickly prepared. Wayne carefully read every word, and after confirming that everything was correct, he signed his name at the end.

Rachel signed and stamped the document on behalf of the Duke.

For some reason, when he signed the three characters "Frosty Raven Territory" in the name of the territory, Wayne did not feel any sense of accomplishment as he had when talking about Baron Ethan next door.

Even though he had basically taken control of the territory in the open in just two weeks.

But what Wayne was thinking about was a much larger territory, greater power and authority—Viscount Wayne, Earl Wayne…

"Take it one step at a time..."

Two copies of the agreement were kept by Wayne, and the other was archived at the outpost.

"Welcome to the Northern Lords' Alliance."

Rachel put away the stamp and extended her hand: "From now on, we are comrades-in-arms."

Wayne took her hand.

Her hands were steady, warm, and strong.

"So."

Wayne loosened his grip, his tone more relaxed: "Aren't we partners for survival in the North now?"

Rachel raised an eyebrow: "Why would you say that?"

"First, the message you had Karen deliver."

Wayne smiled: "Is this a hint to me?"

The emergence of a lord capable of wiping out bandits means you can share some of the pressure on the border—so I hope you can keep me updated on this later.

Secondly, the clause in the first agreement that "you shall obey the Duke's orders" indicates that you are different from other outpost commanders.

"You will be stationed here by the Duke for an extended period."

"third……"

Wayne paused for a moment: "The choice you gave me was actually no choice at all."

In a place like the North, going down the path of independence is tantamount to slow suicide.

You know this very well, so you're actually giving me a way out—making me "have no choice" but to join.

The council chamber was silent for a few seconds.

Rachel narrowed her eyes slightly: "You seem to have quite a desire to perform."

That's right, but according to the Duke's arrangements, I won't be staying here for long.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, it shouldn't take more than a year.

Wayne's eyes flickered: "A transfer?"

"A promotion, or... doing something even harder."

Rachel spoke in a flat tone, as if she were talking about someone else—Wayne's behavior had indeed aroused her desire to speak: "The rotation cycle for officers on the Northern Front is usually one to two years."

She paused for a moment: "And winter is when the barbarians are most active."

They have a special physique and strong cold resistance, so winter is actually their advantageous period.

Faced with such an enemy, many people cannot withstand unfair shift work.

"That's right."

Wayne nodded.

"What's right?"

Wayne took the small wooden box he had brought back from the bandit's den from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"This was found in the bandits' hideout."

He pushed open the box, revealing the bloodstone and blood serum inside: "I think you probably understand it better."

Rachel's expression instantly turned serious. She carefully examined the items in the box: "What do you know?"

"I guess you probably don't know this."

Looking at Rachel's wary and somewhat unpleasant expression, Wayne completely ruled out the possibility that they were colluding with the Northern Barbarians—Rachel definitely knew the location of the bandits' den, and this box wouldn't be hard to find.

If they knew that there was a Northern Barbarian Holy Servant among the bandits who possessed special powers, they wouldn't have refrained from destroying the evidence for so many days.

He knew, of course, that their collusion was highly unlikely, but it was essential to confirm it.

"This is from a leader of the Black Blade Gang, a bandit group. He claims to be a holy servant of the Blood Tribe, saying he is one of the servants appointed by the current Holy Maiden."

Wien said.

But as he recalled the events of that time, he suddenly realized that there was a logical gap in the bandits' actions!

From the bandits' perspective, it's normal for them to die in two waves—one because they were following the Holy Servants' orders, and the other because of the gaps in the lives of the bandit leaders Juto and Eric after they gained supernatural powers.

But from the Holy Servant's perspective—if he had had enough Blood Beasts at the time, given his ability mechanics, he would probably have devoured the bandits first and then wiped them out along with him.

He won't wait that long.

If he doesn't have enough Blood Beasts, then why isn't he afraid of a fierce attack from his own forces, given that Ronald is in his position?

As Wayne pondered, a small fragment of a sentence that he had previously ignored suddenly surfaced in his hazy memory!