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

Moreover, in the North, those who are not protected by territorial disputes—or rather, lack practical protection—are far more numerous than just the barbarians.

Wayne nodded slowly: "On this point, we are also in the same boat—you have grudges against other groups, and I don't want any discordant voices in my territory."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Ugo: "Let's continue with the specific arrangements for the selection of the Wolf King."

Ugo walked back to his seat: "These four squad leaders have met the tribe members' requirements in terms of basic strength, sense of responsibility, and ability to contribute to the group."

However, the performance in the remaining two stages is also an absolute high bar.

First, the tribe members could not accept that the wolf king would lose a duel with another potential wolf king—even a draw would cause controversy.

The wolf king must be the strongest warrior of his generation; this has been a tradition of the wolf clan for thousands of years.

Secondly, both the tribe members and the wolf king candidates highly value the wolf king's ability to contribute to the group.

Therefore, the ultimate wolf king must outperform other competitors in resolving wolf clan affairs—not only must he resolve them, but he must resolve them beautifully and win the hearts of his clan.

Therefore, various problems may arise during the handover of the wolf king.

Ugo's tone softened slightly: "But please rest assured, after our Wolf King is handed over, as long as the Wolf King meets the two thresholds mentioned above, the people and the young people who lost the election will immediately be of one mind with him."

They will obey the wolf king of their generation wholeheartedly and be loyal to the entire tribe and its members—this is the rule of our wolf clan.

There will be no internal strife, much less a split.

"So, once the Wolf King makes his decision, even if he submits to me, it won't cause any controversy?"

Wayne asked the crucial question.

Ugo gave Wayne a deep look and nodded solemnly: "Yes, Your Excellency."

Once the new wolf king swears allegiance to you, the entire tribe will follow.

Because the wolf pack's loyalty is not only to the tribe, but also to the wolf king—if the wolf king chooses to follow you, then we will also regard you as someone we must protect.

"it is good."

Wayne stood up, walked to the fire pit, and let the firelight illuminate his face: "Chief Ugo, I must tell you that I do indeed regard the Wolf King and the members of the tribe as my subordinates."

But at the same time, I will truly regard them as allies who will share life and death, honor and disgrace.

This is not a deal, not a way to win people's hearts; it is my promise to all those who are willing to fight alongside me.

This is the rule I follow as a lord.

A look of satisfaction flashed in Chief Wugo's eyes.

The aged wolf king slowly approached Wayne and performed the most solemn greeting of the wolf clan to the lord—his right hand pressed into a claw against his left chest, and he bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your generous gift and respect today. I am honored to meet such a sincere leader as you."

He straightened up: "Our entire clan will observe and cooperate with what happens next."

The aroma of roasted lamb wafted from outside, a tempting scent of spices and oils sizzling over the fire.

Cindy observed Ugo and Wayne's condition and said softly at the right moment, "The lamb is almost roasted."

Wayne nodded, knowing that the main part of the conversation was over and that Ugo was basically satisfied with himself.

but……

"Don't rush to end this, clan leader. I have two more questions."

Wien said.

He wants more than just that.

Ugo gestured for him to speak: "Please go ahead."

Everyone in the room looked at Wayne.

"First."

Wayne's gaze swept over Ugo, Greta, and Camo: "Regarding what you said about investigating the missing people and wolves in the selection of the Wolf King, I will cooperate with you to complete it."

Upon hearing this, Ugo and the others were initially shocked, but then their expressions became hesitant.

Wayne understood their concerns and added, "I understand that this is not just a crisis for you, but also a means to test the Wolf King's abilities, so I will not sabotage this test in order to improve efficiency—nor will I force them to cooperate."

but……"

He walked to the map and pointed to the location of the Phip Forest: "Our territory is currently under construction, so we need to fully understand the surrounding environment and investigate potential threats."

Furthermore, we have some things we need to investigate—oddities have also occurred in the southwestern grasslands, so let's act together.”

Wayne turned around and faced the crowd:

"I will distribute some personnel evenly among the four teams to assist them—the current idea is me, my knight captain Ronald, my knight steward Wright, and... I can borrow people from Knight Rachel, such as her second-in-command Karen."

The four of us will each assist one team to increase efficiency and reduce risk.

He paused, letting the suggestion settle: "At the same time... cooperation can bring more genuine trust and mutual recognition, can't it?"

Let the candidates for the Wolf King, the future pillars of the tribe, get to know me as they fight alongside me and my people, and let me get to know them as well.

I think this is more effective than any formal meeting or ceremony.

Chief Ugo remained silent for a few seconds, then slowly smiled.

Deputy Chieftain Camo nodded, while Shaman Greta scrutinized Wayne with her deep-set eyes, as if reassessing the young man.

"This suggestion..."

Ugo's voice was somewhat emotional: "You have both respected our traditions and demonstrated your wisdom and sincerity."

I agree.

Potter and Cindy exchanged a glance, both seeing the expectation in each other's eyes—cooperating with the lord and his men was undoubtedly a rare opportunity.

"However, I also have a second point to make."

Wayne's tone turned serious: "I've run into some trouble lately and need to speak with your shaman alone."

All eyes immediately turned to Greta.

The old shaman, who had remained silent throughout the meeting, slowly raised her head, her eyes appearing unusually deep in the firelight: "Is it about... the taste of blood?"

Wayne was startled.

He hadn't even said anything, yet the other person already figured it out?

Greta took out a necklace made of animal bones and colored pebbles from her sleeve and shook it gently.

The bone fragments collided with each other, producing a crisp and strange sound.

"I could smell it the moment you stepped into this room."

Her voice seemed to come from a very far place: "It's not the blood on your body, it's the blood that clings to your destiny—ancient, evil, and cursed."

You killed someone, or...something, that shouldn't have been killed.

Wayne took a deep breath.

"Yes."

He admitted: "I killed a holy servant of the Northern Barbarian Blood Tribe."

"I will be marked," said Knight Rachel.

Greta's bone bracelet stopped shaking.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the firewood in the hearth crackled and popped, as if foreshadowing something.