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

As soon as he said that, Ronald and Wright immediately bowed: "Yes, sir."

But Wayne could see that the doubts in their eyes hadn't disappeared. This was normal, even a good thing—a healthy team shouldn't blindly trust newcomers.

After the three left, Wayne stood alone for a while.

Raymond's appearance was alright, acceptable.

This Knight of the Wall has a good demeanor and speaks well. Most importantly, he possesses remarkable wisdom and a pragmatic attitude—a fact that was confirmed in Wayne's conversation with him last night.

Seeing that the reward that was originally in the Lord's Notes had actually turned into a living person, Wayne felt that this was really surreal.

"If that's the case, then the Lord's Notebook's function... might be to connect to parallel universes?"

Wayne shook his head. He felt that the more he thought about the journal, the more he didn't understand.

Anyway, now that this matter is resolved, the next thing to do is to ask Rachel for help.

……

The next day

In one day, Wayne finalized the construction and deployment tasks for the next few days in a meeting, and also asked Rachel's subordinates, who came that day to teach how to set up liaison stations, to help deliver the message.

Now, he set off on horseback with Ronald and Wright toward the Northwest Outpost.

On the way from the village to the outpost, Wayne kept an eye on the forest, but just like last time, he didn't find anything unusual.

This inevitably reminded him of the timeline that Ugo had described:

I hope I'm just making a mountain out of a molehill this time—I hope the disappearance of the wolf pack and the decrease in wild animals in the forest are all the work of that holy servant.

As the outline of the outpost came into view, Wayne noticed some changes:

Two low wooden walls stood outside, and a wider field of fire was cleared both inside and outside the walls; felled trees were piled up in the open space, ready to be chopped into firewood or new obstacles.

At the entrance of the outpost, two guards dressed in full leather armor stood with spears, their posture more vigilant than before.

"It seems winter is indeed tough—we need to be careful with our defense."

Wright spoke in a low voice, his words clearly carrying a deeper meaning.

Wayne didn't respond.

When the three approached within about a hundred paces, the gate of the outpost opened, and Karen came out to greet them.

She wasn't wearing her knight's training armor today, but rather a hunting outfit that allowed for easy movement, with a longsword at her waist.

"Baron Wayne".

Karen bowed, her expression clearly friendly: "The Knight awaits you at the command post."

"Please show me the way."

Looking at Karen's expression, Wayne knew what had happened – Karen was a barometer of Rachel's decisions, and seeing her so happy, Wayne knew the matter was basically settled.

Moreover, Rachel certainly won't suffer any losses.

On the training field, a dozen soldiers were conducting combat drills, their shouts of battle brimming with energy.

Wayne secretly praised Rachel, thinking that she was not only a powerful warrior but also a competent commander.

Such a well-maintained border post is truly enviable.

Inside the command post, Rachel was standing in front of an open map, marking something with a charcoal pencil.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, a hint of a smile flashing in her icy blue eyes.

"Baron Wayne, I heard you went to the wolf tribe the day before yesterday. It seems the talks went well?"

"Better than expected."

Wayne walked up to the map and saw that it was a detailed topographical map of the eastern part of the Phip Forest.

The map shows known bandit hideouts, wolf dens, and... several locations marked with red circles.

Rachel followed his gaze and pointed to one of the red circles with her charcoal pencil: "This is the anomaly we discovered earlier."

On the eastern outskirts of the forest, around this location, the patrol discovered a small, unusual area—the trees were withered and the ground was blackened.

She looked at Wayne: "This is the very place where the werewolf boy was murdered."

Wayne felt a chill run down his spine.

As expected, the Duke's intelligence network was not just for show:

Rachel had clearly been keeping a close eye on the unusual activity in the forest, and may even have had more comprehensive information than the wolves.

"That's exactly why I came to find you."

He stated bluntly: "I have reached a cooperation agreement with the wolf clan."

The day after tomorrow, we will send four teams into the forest simultaneously to investigate the missing persons and these anomalies.

I need to second Karen to serve as our liaison officer with the outpost, while also providing her with combat and reconnaissance capabilities.

Rachel did not answer immediately.

She put down the charcoal pencil, crossed her arms, and leaned against the edge of the table.

"Karen can go."

She said, "But I don't need you to repay me with material things."

"Speaking."

"In winter, the barbarians will definitely attack."

Rachel pointed to a line on the map, a dotted line extending from northwest to southeast: "This is the weakest point in the middle of the border defense line."

In previous winters, small groups of Northern Barbarian troops often infiltrated this area.

My defensive zone is the northwest section, but if the center is breached, my flanks will be exposed.

She looked up, meeting Wayne's eyes directly: "This winter, both we and their people will definitely be making a move here—if the Northern Barbarian conflict succeeds, and the scale of the infiltration from the central region exceeds the norm..."

I need your support—you and your wolf allies can both.

In exchange, I will not only have Karen cooperate with you in the next few days, but I will also apply to higher authorities to provide you with a batch of urgently needed supplies in the spring.

Food seeds, construction tools, and... an additional thirty sets of standard infantry equipment.

Wien quickly weighed the options.

Supporting the border defenses was part of the Dukes' Union agreement, but Rachel's proposed "weak central section" was clearly a higher-risk area.

The allure of thirty sets of equipment is immense—enough to arm a respectable infantry unit, and combined with the Wolf Clan's mobility, Frostraven Territory's military capabilities would be further enhanced.

However, the risks are also obvious.

If he really encounters the main force of the Northern Barbarians, he might lose all his resources in one go.

"I agree."

Wayne finally said, "But there are conditions."

I will only serve as a supporting force, cooperating with your troops in their operations.

If it is confirmed that the enemy's size is more than 30% larger than you have stated, I have the right to retreat.

I will not let my people and allies die in a battle we are destined to lose.

Rachel held out her hand: "That makes sense."

I promise you—if the situation gets out of control, I will prioritize your safe evacuation.

The two hands are clasped together.

Rachel's hands were equally strong and powerful.

"Then Karen is in your hands."

Rachel released her grip and turned to her deputy, who had been standing quietly: "Karen, you will be working with Baron Wayne, but remember—your primary task is to ensure that information flows smoothly."

Send someone back to the outpost at least every two days to report on the progress.

If a large-scale threat is detected, seek assistance immediately.

"Understood, Sir Knight."

Karen straightened her body.

Thank you.

It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Rachel smiled, a smile that softened her stern face: "This shouldn't be something we should be doing."

But honestly, Wayne, I'm really looking forward to seeing what you and the werewolves find out.