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

Wayne is a straightforward person.

"In the tribe, is only the wolf king's decision binding?"

Annie shook her head: "Within the squad, the captain's words are the first command, but when it comes to bigger matters or negotiations with outsiders—once the wolf king speaks, the tribe can only have that one voice."

The wolf king must possess decisive strength and outstanding contribution capabilities.

So that's how we are—even when the wolf king's decisions aren't entirely correct, the other pack members will still follow his lead.

Wayne frowned upon hearing this: "So—it's just because the Wolf King said that you need to compete fairly, taking advantage of this unknown crisis."

Even if there's a high probability of casualties, you won't choose to work together?

"Well, unless what happens next changes the wolf king's mind and his orders."

"But that would lead to a pointless sacrifice."

Anne sighed, "Yes, but there's nothing we can do about it."

The position of wolf king cannot be simply held by a member of the tribe who can make better decisions.

Because that would only lead to everyone having their own opinions—leaderless and causing even greater chaos in teamwork.

Hearing this, Wayne finally understood the core of this statement from the strong – the wolf pack has no class distinctions, or rather, no class divisions recognized by the public and protected by some kind of rule.

Because without these rules, there is no intervention from stronger entities, so the strong are strong and the weak are weak.

Similarly, because the wolf pack needs to cooperate, it must reduce internal voices and the ideas of other powerful individuals.

Therefore, they developed a faith, a culture of respecting the strong, and this "absolutely fair" selection ceremony.

"Now, we have joined a new group—the Hyena Clan has Baron Jimmy as their backer, so they can bully us with impunity."

We also have your guidance.

Joining a group means access to resources, competition, and more powerful individuals.

The old system no longer works. If we continue with the rule of the strong ruling the weak, we will only be enslaved by the stronger.

Therefore, I must be the wolf king—only then will I have the right to speak.

Wayne nodded—Annie's idea had something that piqued his interest:

She was not only an excellent tactical captain, but she also understood the principle that a collective brings about the distribution of benefits and conflict.

This is quite remarkable for a child who grew up in a tribal system where a strong leader guides cooperation within the tribe.

"The right to express correct opinions and take correct actions has nothing to do with status in my case."

I will support you and this correct viewpoint.

"Thank you, but I will try my best."

After she finished speaking, she continued to whittle the wooden sticks in her hand.

After a few cuts, the tip of the wooden stick was shaved into a small, lifelike wolf head shape.

She stood up and brushed the straw off her leather pants: "It's almost time for my shift."

Which shift are you on?

"Second shift, midnight."

Wien said.

"Then I'll take the first shift."

"Get some rest. Although we won't be entering the interior of the Phip Forest tomorrow, there's always a risk."

She walked towards the outer perimeter of the cordon, and Xuefeng, who had been standing a dozen meters away from them, straightened up and silently followed her.

The figures of the man and the wolf quickly disappeared into the darkness beyond the glow of the campfire.

……

Outside the makeshift tent, Renee walked over carrying two wooden cups and handed one to Wayne: "This is calming tea; it can help you sleep."

"Thank you, you have this skill too."

Wayne took it; the temperature was just right.

Renee sat down opposite him, holding the wooden cup in both hands and sipping her drink.

Her movements were always very gentle, as if she were afraid of disturbing something.

"Sister Annie talked to you for a long time."

She said softly.

"Yes, she's a very thoughtful person—but also under a lot of pressure."

Renee's gaze drifted in the direction Anne had left: "As the chieftain's daughter, she must at least prove herself to be superior to the vast majority of her people."

"She has proven enough."

Renee smiled, a smile as gentle as moonlight in the forest: "It's so kind of you to say that. Actually, Sister Annie... cares a lot about others."

She said that you are different from the nobles she knows.

You're approachable, down-to-earth, and... you're understanding.

"understand?"

Wayne recalled the conversation at the shaman's hut that day, and remembered Annie asking, "What do you think of the abilities of our wolf clan?"

That wasn't a casual question.

"I have high hopes for her."

Wayne said sincerely, "If she becomes the Wolf King, I think I would feel more at ease."

Renee's smile deepened: "I'll tell her."

but……"

She blinked: "You'd better tell her that kind of affirmation yourself; she'll be happy."

After saying that, she stood up, bowed, and left with the two empty cups.

Wayne sat alone by the fire, watching the flickering flames.

As night deepened, the campsite quieted down.

The only sounds were the crackling of the campfire and the occasional whispers of the night watchmen in the distance.

He lay down in the makeshift shed and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow, they will continue westward.

It turns out that intra-race competition during missions provides almost no benefit to the mission itself.

The next day, something happened.

As the sun began to set, Wayne and Annie's team arrived at their agreed-upon meeting point for the following night—Southwest Lake.

Isaac's party was the last to arrive. When the captain emerged from the northern woods, his face was colder than usual, and he had a fresh bandage on his left arm.

"Are you injured?"

Anne asked immediately.

"About an hour ago, we were ambushed by the enemy."

Ronald responded, his expression also grim: "That must have been a man who wounded Isaac with an arrow and escaped very quickly."

We gave chase with all our might, but we only caught a glimpse of one person.

"It's a minor injury; it's already been treated with the medicine the shaman gave me."

Isaac said briefly that his arm was not trembling and he seemed to be fine.

But Renee saw right through him with a single sentence: "Drugs were used? There's death energy on the arrow?!"

Open it quickly! Purifying salt and exorcising herbs are not for treating wounds!

When everyone removed the bandages, the wound that was revealed made everyone frown—it was indeed an arrow wound that had pierced through the forearm.

Judging from the way the arrow pierced through his upper arm, Isaac pulled the arrow out directly from the arrowhead after being hit, and then dealt with it later.

But clearly, the members of their team were not experts in herbal medicine—by this time, Isaac's wound was festering and the oozing blood had turned black.

It looks terrifying.

Isaac was clearly a tough guy – even with his wounds like that, he was still holding on, waiting for his body and the herbs to heal, unwilling to delay the team's progress.

But Wayne also realized that if this guy became the wolf king, he would not only have to defeat him in a one-on-one fight, but he would also have to worry about him a lot more in the future.

"Let's go back to the tribe first—the operation is suspended. Let the shaman assess the situation so we can have a better understanding of the situation."