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

"If it weren't for that thief from the ranch causing trouble and stealing my well-raised war beast."

I don't need to waste so much time trying to convince this idiot; I would have disposed of you along with this feed long ago.

Eric, Juto... that thief made me spend several more days raising two new blood-feeding animals to purify their blood essence just to have enough!

Memory is like a tiny fuse; Wayne carefully pulls it, and the previously ignored information explodes clearly and instantly.

Wayne's eyes sharpened instantly.

"The ranch, southwest!"

Who would be a thief capable of stealing Blood War Beasts? What kind of person or organization would they belong to?

Upon hearing Wayne mention "Holy Servant," Rachel and Karen exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

"The Blood Tribe is one of the most powerful tribes among the barbarians of the North."

Rachel explained, "Their 'blood sacrifice' ability is very strange; they can use blood and rituals to enhance warriors and control beasts."

This holy servant is infiltrating the mountain bandits, using the bandits and the lives they have killed as "blood feed" to raise war beasts... his ambitions are far-reaching.

"What does he want to do?"

Wien asked.

"uncertain."

Rachel shook her head: "But the most likely explanation is that they want to create chaos here to create weaknesses at the front lines, preparing for the tribe's southward advance—this winter..."

She looked at Wayne: "But by killing him, you've made an enemy of the Blood Tribe."

They hold grudges and possess unique marking abilities; when you fight them, blood energy will inevitably splatter on you.

"That's why I'm giving this to you."

Wayne said, "Firstly, I don't know how to handle it."

Secondly, this is intelligence that the alliance should share, right?

Rachel gave him a deep look: "You're good at using others' strengths."

"Let's get down to business and stop with the nonsense."

Wayne said frankly.

"Okay, listen carefully. There are many tribes in the Northern Barbarians, and many tribes of the same kind—that is, there are several blood tribes, but they all revere one chieftain, one priest, and one holy woman or holy son."

Among them, the chief represents power. Every tribe has a leader, but the chief is the leader and birth symbol of a tribal alliance—that is, a large tribe.

Their strength is unfathomable; they are at least at the third rank!

The appearance of priests, saintesses, and saints signifies that this large tribe possesses a more peculiar and mature lineage of abilities, and that the tribe already has a certain foundation—a new generation has emerged with the qualifications of a chieftain.

"You're a nobleman from the central government; you should understand the seriousness of this situation now that I'm saying this."

Wayne frowned. He understood most of the information—he had gotten himself into big trouble with the Northern Barbarians: "Two questions. First, what exactly is the concept of the third tier and ability class?"

Second, when will the Blood Tribe come for revenge? Is there a way to remove this mark?

Rachel glanced at Ronald beside Wayne and gave a clear reply: "Third tier, that's roughly someone who can defeat a hundred first tier warriors—like the knight behind you."

Unfortunately, I only heard a basic understanding of combat strength from one of the Duke's guardian knights during a meeting.

He once said that a hundred was just a theoretical value; low-level warriors were almost impossible to pose a fatal threat to high-level superhumans, regardless of how many there were.

As for your second question—each tribe has different customs, but at least they can't invade right now.

This time, the Holy Servants were merely a slip-up—the knights and officers on the border would not let powerful warriors slip through.

Finally, there is indeed a way to remove the blood mark, but you are not yet qualified to ask the Duke to find someone capable of completely removing it.

Wayne suppressed his shock at the sight of a third-tier expert and nodded in response.

Does he have the potential to become a servant of a third-tier blood-powered superhuman...?

Over the next hour, the two sides exchanged limited intelligence.

Wayne described in detail the battle with the Northern Barbarian Holy Servants, including the beasts and bandits strengthened by blood sacrifice, as well as the "thieves" that the Holy Servants mentioned operating on the ranch.

Rachel then shared the patterns of barbarian activity on the border in recent years, as well as the characteristics and threat levels of several major tribes.

The information was limited, but enough to give Wayne a clearer understanding of the dangers in the North.

Finally, here's a piece of advice.

Rachel said at the end of the conversation, "If you want to know more about the specifics of this mark, you can try to contact the Wolf Barbarian tribe as soon as possible."

"Wolf Barbarians?"

Wayne was well aware of another major power in his territory—the Wolf Barbarian Tribe, who controlled the top square in the northwest and the top two squares in the northeast.

"Yes, they are nominally wolf barbarians, but in reality, they belong to our kingdom's faction—they will give you face."

Rachel said, "Although the Northern Barbarian tribes have mixed ability systems—different types of tribes worship different animals and thus have different characteristics."

As I said, the Blood Tribe worships Blood Bastards, and the Wolf Barbarian Tribe worships Giant Wolves, but their tribes have shamans skilled in medicine and some magic who might be able to help you.

She paused for a moment: "Of course, there are risks involved."

Barbarians are not citizens of a normal kingdom, and trust takes time to build.

But if you can do that, your territory will have one more reliable ally.

After all, the Wolf Barbarians are known for their loyalty to their companions—they came to the kingdom because of intertribal conflicts and the schemes of other tribes against them.

Moreover, with winters getting colder and prey numbers decreasing year by year, they might be interested in your resources—including food and salt.

Wayne carefully noted: "I'll consider it."

He knew Rachel was right.

Being a lord does not mean that all forces will obey him; true authority must be earned through value, strength, and wisdom.

Establishing diplomatic relations with the Wolf Barbarians as soon as possible is a challenge, but also a good opportunity.

"Then, the agreement is officially in effect."

Rachel stood up: "The relevant supplies and the first batch of support will be delivered to your territory within three days."

As for intelligence sharing... once you've established your liaison point, you'll receive regular border briefings.

"clear."

Wayne also stood up and gave a standard aristocratic bow: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Rachel returned the greeting and saw them to the door: "Remember, you are now a member of the Federation."

Your strength or weakness is also related to the strength or weakness of the Federation.

So, live well and build up your territory.

If you need help, please feel free to contact us—and of course, be prepared to offer payment.

She paused, then added, "Also, beware of the Blood Tribe's retaliation."

They lack the capacity for direct retaliation, but our understanding of them is ultimately limited—I will report this to the Duke, though he may not necessarily provide a solution.

This is free; it's a sign of our sincerity...

Wayne nodded his thanks and turned to leave.

The sun was shining brightly when I stepped out of the outpost.

Ronald and Wright followed him.

Wayne mounted his horse.

"Now... I have a temporary backer, and I also have more to do."

He looked southeast towards his territory: "It's time to continue building up our home."

The cavalry set off, dragging supplies seized from the bandits' lair, embarking on their return journey on a clear, snowy day.