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

"I didn't let him into the village."

Raymond said, "Just have Weymond remind him at the village entrance that such matters should be addressed by a formal letter inviting the lord to an audience, rather than by a direct visit."

He paused.

"It was the right thing to not let him in. He's being disrespectful, so there's no need to indulge him."

Raymond nodded without further reaction and continued his report:

"As for defensive fortifications, I reinforced the lookout posts and fences with timber on the south and east sides."

Especially the eastern bank of the river—Ethan's men came from that side.

"But more robust fortifications can only be completed after the quarrying is finished."

Wayne looked at the sketch of the defensive line and tapped the mark on the Ice Scar River with his finger.

"Ethan's men can swim over from over there."

"Yes, once the stones arrive and there are enough personnel, I will add two permanent watchtowers on the east bank."

"Have you discussed it with Emma? How long will it take?"

"It should be completed before November."

Wayne was silent for a few seconds.

Forty to fifty days.

"understood."

……

Ronald and Wright were the last to enter.

The two sat side by side on a wooden bench, each with a different expression.

Wright hunched his back slightly and clasped his hands together, as if organizing his thoughts.

Ronald sat upright with his knees apart and his hands on his knees.

"My lord, I've heard Ronald talk about it. Rachel's strength—the strength of a formal knight—is far greater than we imagined."

"Um."

Wayne nodded: "What are your thoughts on what's going to happen next?"

Through his conversation with the two men, Wayne understood what they meant.

Upon arriving at the Northwest Outpost, Wright learned from the soldiers stationed there that Rachel had already set off. He immediately went to the Wolf Clan to find out what was going on and confirmed that Wayne and the others would be alright.

So he went back to his territory first to help understand the situation and handle some internal affairs.

His ideas differed slightly from Wayne's—since the Duke's power was so great, they should rely on him first and not rush into anything, making use of the infrastructure and resources first.

Ronald, who had always been a key player alongside Wayne, surprisingly had a more insightful perspective.

He moved his hand from his knee to the edge of the table.

"My lord, I have fought alongside you in these battles, from the Blackblade Gang to the Holy Servants, and now to this hunt for the undead."

I've noticed something—it seems like we're always being "pushed along."

Wright frowned: "Push it around?"

Ronald continued:

"I'm not saying that Sir Rachel or His Excellency the Duke had any ill intentions."

On the contrary, the aid they provided was substantial—Karen, intelligence, and military support.

But both banditry and the deathly aura seem to be slowing down our development—and after resolving these two issues, our usefulness to the border regions seems to be diminishing.

Normally, we will then dig for stones and increase our strength—and the next time we are used will likely be during the winter invasion of the northern barbarians.

But that's an opponent that even Rachel and the border troops find troublesome. If we proceed with normal construction and strength enhancement at the normal pace, can we really get through that hurdle?

Wayne did not respond.

He was waiting for Ronald to finish speaking.

"So I think..."

Ronald's voice deepened: "We must establish our own 'uniqueness' in the process of developing and enhancing our strength."

"Wolf Clan".

Wright followed suit and blurted it out.

Ronald nodded.

"They have cognition, loyalty, and special characteristics—extraordinary bloodline, wolf companionship, and mastery of the forest."

These are all qualities that are scarce on the border defense line.

He looked at Wayne:

"And we have status—you are a baron officially appointed by the Dukes' Union, with lands and an army, and legitimate diplomatic rights."

We can become a bridge between the wolf pack and the kingdom.

No one can replace this role.

Wayne leaned back in his chair.

Ronald's words swirled in his mind, intertwining with the unresolved thoughts he had accumulated on the way here earlier that day.

Establish uniqueness.

Don't be a pawn that can be easily replaced.

He spoke slowly:

"That's right."

He paused.

"The Wolf Clan Alliance needs to be further deepened."

Not just "allies," but "allies that only we can connect with."

Wayne added, "But Wright is also right—infrastructure and resource development are unavoidable topics for territory development. Even if we are currently on someone else's track, we still need to move forward."

Therefore, what is needed now is to advance on four fronts simultaneously.

"First, the internal affairs of the territory cannot be stopped."

Food, housing, and population—these are fundamental—we cannot treat the enthusiasm of the people as a consumable.

The buildings are now complete; we need to brainstorm ways to create production lines that are attractive to the public.

Second, resource extraction must be accelerated.

Stone, coal, and... iron—while these cannot compare to that magical power, they are the foundation for the further development of the territory.

Third, our core combat force needs to keep training—Wright, didn't you also comprehend Qi a few days ago? It's a good time to find some promising talents with Ronald.

Including the young people of the wolf clan.

at last--"

He looked out the window.

That direction leads to the wolf tribe.

"Before the selection of the Wolf King is over, I want to be able to establish a mutually beneficial and stable alliance with the wolf clan."

Wayne's words were steady and powerful; both Ronald and Wright could hear the evolution in his voice.

With these experiences and growth over the past few days, their vision and thinking have become more and more mature.

That's why they admire Wayne, who is the same age as them, more and more.

That's all for tonight.

He said, "Starting tomorrow, many things will need to be re-prioritized."

The two nodded and left the meeting room.

After witnessing just the tip of the iceberg of the true North, Wayne's mind never stopped working.

Now, even though it's almost midnight, the signals and thoughts of the cadres are still being simulated, explored, and considered in Wayne's mind.

This is destined to be a sleepless night—less than two days until the fifth journal settlement, and more than 40 days until the traditional winter in the North.

Domestic demand is growing, but external threats loom, yet Wayne is already seeing more...

The so-called parallel approach of construction, development, enhancement of strength, and diplomacy is just a facade.

Wayne's true purpose has changed—he wants to rack up points!

Earn weekly power and reputation ratings in the Lord's Handbook!

He's not someone to be trifled with—he's the kind of person who practically conquered an entire territory in just two weeks, and the kind of person who can discern the intentions of someone in a high position with just one conversation…

He is someone whose personal strength has rivaled that of Ronald, one of the best warriors of his generation, in such a short period of time!

"Are you planning to use me again next time the Northern Barbarians invade?"

Just wait, when that time comes, I will have a second-tier follower army!