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

"You have a wealth of knowledge."

The pale blue marks on Greta's body began to glow faintly. Her hands moved swiftly, dipping the wooden needle in the drop of shimmering blood from her fingertip, then in some ointment.

"You must have seen and heard of many humans who are far stronger than ordinary people—such as the legion commanders and knight commanders of the kingdom, as well as the chieftains and warriors of our tribes."

They are all human, yet their physical bodies are exceptionally strong.

"We generally believe that this strength stems from the body's potential."

She gestured with her free hand, saying, "Just like a baby is born with the ability to make sounds, but can't speak."

The human body's movements and breathing actually contain many 'syllables' that we can produce, but ordinary people don't understand or know how to use them.

She looked at Wayne, the glimmer in her eyes becoming more pronounced: "You can understand it this way—speaking is a more skilled and effective form of 'voice production'."

Similarly, in addition to the normal abilities of running and exerting force that everyone possesses, our bodies also have the potential to run and exert force more skillfully and effectively.

Therefore, there are some people who can do one or more ways of running that ordinary people cannot do—flying over walls, running at extremely high speeds... or even running on water.

What sets them apart from ordinary people is their superior ability to utilize a substance—what we call "qi" (vital energy).

Wayne listened intently—a very apt analogy.

"so."

He continued, "Their 'qi' is essentially the development of the potential that already exists in the human body?"

Is it a... technique? A method?

"That's one way to understand it."

Greta nodded: "But this is different from the power I am using now, and the power used by the Blood Child Tribe."

She paused, seemingly considering her words.

The mixed medicine on the wooden needles seemed to have begun to blend with the shaman's blood, and it began to glow slightly, giving the whole thing a moonlit sheen.

"Please continue."

Wayne pressed, "I can understand."

Greta took a deep breath: "Our powers—the wolf clan can sustain each other with their wolf companions, can temporarily 'conceal' the aura of objects or creatures, and can make the body more coordinated; the blood children can manipulate blood, enhance their bodies, and even create monsters..."

These powers cannot be acquired by ordinary people through training.

Hmm…

Greta suddenly let out a soft moan.

Wayne's gaze shifted to his chest as the pain of the needle pricked him—the spot where the needle tip touched Wayne's skin was emitting a dark red glow.

At the same time, pale blue patterns appeared on the back of Greta's hand. These patterns flowed slowly like living things, creating a kind of contrast with the red light on the wooden needle.

Looking back at Greta—her eyes had turned completely milky white, as if veiled in mist.

Wayne could feel the cool energy within him coming into contact with something deeper.

It was a dark, viscous feeling lurking deep within his blood, like silt settling at the bottom of a river.

Is this the bloodstain?

The energy confrontation lasted for about half a minute. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Greta's forehead, but she remained steady as she quickly scooped up some medicinal powder from the mortar and gently applied it around the acupuncture points with her other hand.

The moment the powder touched his skin, Wayne felt a stinging sensation, but it quickly turned into a cooling sensation.

The dark red light gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely.

The blue lines on Greta's hand also slowly faded away.

She pulled out the wooden needle.

"It's all taken care of."

"Thank you, please continue with our previous topic."

Wayne sat up and continued to press for answers.

"Hmm... let me give you an analogy."

Greta's voice gradually became ethereal, as if it came from a more and more distant place: "If this power is the 'breath' exhaled through a person's nose..."

So, some people are born with clear noses and can breathe freely; some people's noses are born blocked and need external help to clear them; and some people... are born without a nose and will never be able to breathe through their nose.

Upon hearing this, Wayne finally had a flash of inspiration.

He remembered that Holy Servant—the one whose abilities were stripped away by his bloodline separation reagent, instantly turning him from a superhuman into an ordinary person.

So,

Wayne tentatively asked, "The ordinary person is the third type—born without a 'nose'."

The Blood Child Clan's Holy Servants are the second type—they are born with a 'nose,' but it might have been blocked and requires some kind of unblocking?

Greta paused in her packing.

She looked up, and for the first time, a clear look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

"My lord."

Her voice held a hint of doubt: "You... already knew all this?"

"no."

Wayne answered truthfully: "It's just a deduction."

I don't believe that everyone in the northern tribes is either the first or the second type—otherwise, superhumans wouldn't be so rare.

Moreover, you just said that your power is not the same as the power of the Blood Child Clan.

He paused, organizing his thoughts: "So I think that every tribe, every bloodline of barbarians... the northerners, should have different types of 'nose'—that is, different kinds of extraordinary talents."

Some people have obvious talents, navigating them naturally; some have latent talents, requiring nurture; and most people... simply don't possess these talents at all.

Greta remained silent.

Several seconds passed before she slowly exhaled.

"Absolutely correct."

Her tone was complex, a mixture of admiration and something deeper: "To be honest, for a moment I thought you were asking a question you already knew the answer to."

Wayne didn't respond: "Then, I'd like to know—what if a person has more than one kind of 'nose'?"

What would happen if people of different bloodlines married and their offspring inherited multiple talents?

Waste? Or... a monster?

Wayne asked this question not out of mere curiosity.

He has basically figured out the outline of the extraordinary power in this world—at least the power of the tribes:

Each tribe has unique bloodline talents, similar to their own Lancaster bloodline, but even more specialized.

These talents are passed down through bloodlines, which is why barbarians develop divisions between groups and tribes—hybrids are either worthless trash or monsters that bring disaster.

Similarly, Wayne's purpose in asking this question was not to gossip about the offspring of the alien race, but to glimpse a hidden corner of extraordinary power.

Humans are curious creatures, and this is especially true for those who are prone to overthinking.

Wayne wanted to know the principles and laws governing the emergence and inheritance of supernatural powers—he could use this knowledge to train his own subordinates and gain a better understanding of outsiders, especially future enemies who possess supernatural powers.

Wayne wanted to know the exact mechanism of the bloodline reagent and the bloodline ex vivo reagent given to him by his cheat system—and whether they had any side effects.

What he really wanted to investigate was the Lord's Notebook itself, and the rewards within it—what they were, and where they came from…

The first few points are related to the future development of Frostraven Territory and how he will cultivate his own power.

And the latter...

It concerns the fate of this new chapter in his life.

However, just as Greta was about to speak, two pairs of light footsteps sounded at the door.

Then came two different girls' voices.

"Grandma/Shaman Grandma, we've brought you your meal!"