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

"That sounds excellent."

Wayne commented, "Without realizing it, he has gained the right and authority to evaluate such elites among his peers."

"But she has a problem."

Ugo sighed: "She's too confident and has her own set of ideas, which can sometimes make her seem stubborn."

Moreover... she's not very obedient, especially when it comes to my decisions; she often questions them.

Wayne understood the implication—this chieftain's daughter seemed to have different opinions on some of her father's decisions.

I won't comment on other people's affairs.

"You've already met the third squad; they're led by Porter and Cindy."

Todd continued, "Porter is twenty-four years old, cheerful, sociable, and has a flexible and varied fighting style."

Cindy was his second-in-command and his partner; the two worked together seamlessly and were the only couple among the four teams.

"Fourth place, Kellerb from the fourth team."

Ugo's expression became somewhat complicated: "He's eighteen, just turned eighteen, the youngest Alpha, and also... the most immature one."

He is very talented, progresses rapidly, and is responsible, but he is impulsive and easily influenced by his emotions.

He idolizes Isaac and is loyal to the tribe, but he's not entirely convinced by Anne and Potter—of course, the selection of the wolf king includes a practical combat component, and if those two defeat him in a head-on confrontation, I think he'll change his prejudice.”

Ugo concluded, "These four young men each have their own unique characteristics; they are all excellent warriors, and even leaders."

But there is also competition among them—not only for the position of clan leader, but also to prove that their path is correct.

He looked at Wayne: "If you want the whole tribe to truly follow you, you must win the approval of these four people."

It's not about using your status as a lord to exert pressure, but about using genuine strength, wisdom, and character to make them willingly follow you.

Wayne remained silent for a moment, processing this information:

Four competitors, four personalities, four possibilities.

This is not simply about choosing allies or recruiting talent; it's about finding a fulcrum within the Wolf Clan's internal political landscape—or becoming that fulcrum itself.

Wayne raised his head: "Chief Ugo, of course I want my allies to be loyal and strong, so what you said is what I expect as well."

Now, tell me, what are the specific difficulties the tribe is currently facing? And what will be the selection criteria for the Wolf King?

"The criteria for selecting the Wolf King have always been strength, team contribution, and a sense of responsibility."

Chief Ugo placed his hand on his chest, his expression solemn: "Correspondingly, in the selection of the Wolf King, we will also select the Wolf King based on two aspects: 'solving tribal problems' and 'individual duels'."

Wayne nodded in understanding.

Ugo continued, "Individual duels are easier to understand; they are non-death battles—the fight ends when the point is reached, and a winner is determined."

The current tribal issues are something I'd like to discuss with you in detail.

He got up from his seat, walked to the leather map on the wall, and pointed his rough fingers westward first.

"The first thing is that, starting in June of this year, our wolves began to go missing."

Ugo's voice turned low: "At first, it was just the wolf packs in the Northwest Fip Forest, which were on friendly terms with us, that were losing their numbers faster—we thought it was just a hunting problem."

But two months ago, things changed.

He looked up, a flash of pain in his eyes: "A young member of the tribe—seventeen-year-old Talo, and his wolf companion 'Greyclaw,' who grew up with him, have gone missing during a routine patrol."

We searched for three days and found only a few pieces of torn clothing and... half of Grayclaw's body.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Potter clenched his fist, Cindy turned her head slightly away; Shaman Greta closed her eyes, her fingers gently stroking the bone ornament hanging on her chest.

"Twenty days ago, another member went missing."

Ugo's voice was filled with suppressed anger: "This time it's the experienced old hunter Borg, and his wolf companion 'Ironjaw'."

Borg was forty-two years old and had been hunting in the tribe for twenty-five years, knowing every path in these hills intimately.

But he just vanished without a trace, without even a cry for help.

"As of now."

Ugo said, word by word, "We have lost two members, three companion wolves, and nearly twenty friendly wolf pack members."

This was not an accident, not a wild animal attack—we examined the site and found no trace of any large predators.

It was as if... they were taken away silently by something.

Wayne's expression turned serious:

This subtly corresponds to the strange situation he discovered earlier on the rabbit hole, and the "thief" mentioned by the priest.

Do you have any leads?

Ugo shook his head: "No... Our shaman lady even personally led people to observe—but they only sensed an unfamiliar 'death aura'."

He continued, pointing to the northeastern edge of the map: "Secondly, you should have noticed these red crosses on the map by now—they mark one of our rival tribes, the Hyenas, to the northeast."

The Hyena tribe is another barbarian tribe. They worship hyenas, act despicably, and enjoy plundering. Before your arrival, they seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with the sentries at the northeast outpost—we suspect they traded some price for the sentries' favoritism.

"They must have been taking advantage of the local baron's influence to start trying to encroach on our living area a few months ago."

Ugo's voice was filled with suppressed anger: "And because we have not been part of the kingdom for three generations, our living area cannot be considered our legal territory and is not protected by the kingdom's laws, so the Duke's people have always turned a blind eye to it."

It wasn't until more than a month ago, when things escalated and eight of our people were killed, that Sir Rachel finally sent someone to mediate.

He said coldly, "But that mediation was more like a formality."

While the hyenas have outwardly restrained themselves, they continue to harass, poach, and even set traps on the edges of our hunting grounds.

We are currently in a period of leadership transition, and our strength has been weakened, so we have no choice but to temporarily back down.

At this point, Ugo turned his head and looked directly at Wayne: "This matter is currently my responsibility, but after the selection of the Wolf King, it will be a dispute that the entire wolf clan must resolve—we want revenge."

He spoke very bluntly—but this was an inevitable consequence of the Northern regulations' near-total neglect of protecting the rights of barbarian tribes:

The kingdom values ​​individual rights.

For tribal barbarians, especially at a time when they are still fighting with the northern barbarians, it's already a favor if the kingdom doesn't restrict them or move them away from the border areas where they originally lived. Of course, it's impossible for them to specifically legislate to support their independent system.