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

"Eh—"

Shaman Greta responded to the person outside the door, then looked at Wayne, her expression visibly softening: "My lord, lunch has just arrived. Let the two girls come in first to set things up—we can eat and chat, shall we?"

Wayne sat up straight and nodded: "If it's not a problem, I'm fine with anything."

"Come in, children, and remember to greet the guests."

Greta said towards the door.

The door to the hut was pushed open, and two heads poked in.

The first girl was dressed in a neat wolf-skin outfit, and her amber eyes, like those of a young lone wolf, still held a sharp edge.

The wolf tooth necklace hanging around her neck swayed gently with her movements, and the wolf head craftsmanship on the leather belt around her waist added a touch of domineering aura to her.

The cloak she wore made the leather straps on her arms and the agate leg rings tied to her thighs appear even more wild.

The other girl was completely different.

Her long black hair was braided into two plaits, adorned with white feathers and colorful beads, swaying gently with her steps.

The silver brow ornament with tiny turquoise beads hanging from it made her eyebrows and eyes look exceptionally gentle.

Unlike the first girl's heroic spirit, she wore a light brown shamanic outfit with delicate tassels hanging from the collar, and light blue patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem—and her eyes were soft, like a stream in the forest at dawn.

The two men each carried a large wooden platter containing a fragrant roasted leg of lamb, a small mountain of roasted potatoes, and several small dishes of vibrant green wild vegetables...

The aroma of the food instantly overpowered the smell of herbs in the room.

At that moment, the two girls were stunned when they saw Wayne—his attire and demeanor clearly belonged to a royal nobleman, yet he appeared in the shaman's private hut.

"Your Excellency, Baron."

Greta then introduced them, saying, "These two are both outstanding women of our wolf clan."

The one with short hair is the chieftain's daughter, Anne; the one with the feather hair ornament is my adopted daughter, Renee.

She turned to the two girls: "My ladies, this is Lord Wayne, our lord."

"Greetings, my lord..."

The two women had obviously heard of Wayne's name, but their reaction was similar to Potter's—they never expected that this legendary lord would be such a handsome young man of similar age to them.

Anne's gaze lingered on Wayne's face for a couple more seconds before she lowered her eyes and placed the wooden tray on the low table.

Her movements were swift and efficient, and the tableware made a slight clinking sound as she set it out.

Renee smiled slightly at Wayne first, and then carefully arranged the food one by one.

"Alright, you all get ready. The lord and I still have things to discuss."

Greta said.

The two girls began to quietly set out the meal. They placed the wooden plates on the low table and then took out the tableware from the wooden cabinet in the corner.

Wayne, meanwhile, continued the conversation that had been interrupted earlier, amidst the enticing aroma of lamb legs.

"so."

He looked at Greta again: "What will become of the mixed-race offspring born from intermarriage between different ethnic groups?"

Greta paused for a moment, then her voice deepened: "It is a potential crisis—as you might think, our kind of extraordinary power is indeed passed down through bloodlines."

Correspondingly, offspring born from different ethnic groups should, in theory, inherit the bloodline talents of both ethnic groups.

That's indeed the case, but...

"But what?"

Wayne pressed for an answer.

"In bloodline talents, a person can have two 'nose' - but not both can be opened up."

Greta continued to explain using the previous analogy: "If he could only use one of the powers, then he would be in no position—in fact, there is more room for development in the development of a single bloodline ability."

It's just that the impure bloodline makes it harder to improve.

She paused, a complex light flashing in her eyes: "But if a person can use two different bloodline abilities at the same time, then there will be two outcomes."

The first possibility is that he will die immediately. The second possibility... he will bring misfortune upon himself and all his relatives.

"Calamity?"

Wayne frowned.

"Yes, sir."

Greta's voice was very low: "It is an extremely terrible existence—legend has it that even tribes with chiefs cannot withstand this punishment."

Therefore, we generally do not allow the presence of other species within our tribe—most tribes will choose to expel them, and sometimes even…”

She didn't finish speaking, but Wayne understood.

Execution.

"Is that so...?"

Wayne lowered his head in deep thought.

They can use different abilities, but if they don't die, they will bring disaster upon their clan.

This is too strange—why would the appearance of a person with impure blood who did not die and possessed genius potential bring disaster to his clan?

Is this a rule? A targeted measure? Or...?

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, Renee spoke softly, "Mother, Lord, please come and eat."

The food is getting cold.

"Should I come too?"

Wayne looked up at Renee, who had a sweet smile on her face, and then looked back at Greta.

He had just noticed that Potter seemed to want to make contact with him—the original plan was to take advantage of lunchtime after dealing with the markings to make initial contact with the young captains in the tribe.

but now……

"Sir, if you don't mind, please dine here."

Greta smiled and said, "That's perfect. Both of you young ladies are the future pillars of the tribe. Why don't you get to know each other first?"

Wayne immediately understood the shaman's meaning—it was true that the wolf clan valued justice, but they were clearly not that rigid.

The shaman chose to bring him to her hut, and the two girls happened to bring food at that time, making the meaning quite clear.

I proposed a four-on-four team exploration strategy, and I will also follow the team.

Clearly, the shaman wanted to establish a connection with Annie first—and Renee might even be in the party.

Therefore, I am more likely to choose to act with their team, so that they can be safer and learn more during the mission.

Wayne decided to give the shaman face—besides, they were both excellent leaders, and it would certainly be a good thing for him to get to know his future beautiful female subordinates.

"Then I shall respectfully comply."

The four sat around a low table.

Annie sliced ​​the roasted lamb leg into thin slices with a bone knife, revealing tender, juicy meat beneath the charred skin.

The roasted potatoes had a crispy exterior and a soft interior, sprinkled with a little coarse salt and chopped wild garlic—wolves really do know how to eat meat.

The wild vegetables were stir-fried to retain their crisp and tender texture, which helped to cut through the richness.

This food smells delicious!

"Is this your first time visiting our tribe, Lord?"

Renee took the initiative to make conversation, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Yes."

Wayne took the wooden tray she handed him: "I've been dealing with territory affairs, and today is the first time I'm making a formal visit."

Annie, sitting opposite Wayne, poked a piece of lamb with her fork and looked up at him: "I heard you wiped out the Black Blade Gang?"

"yes."

Wayne said frankly.

"Not a single person remained?"

"no."

Wayne looked her straight in the eye: "To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to one's own people."

Annie was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly nodded: "Hmm, that makes sense. I've learned something."

The atmosphere became more natural.