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

Wayne only slept for a little over two hours last night, but that doesn't matter.

Importantly, he used that night to plan out the next few precious weeks.

At the meeting the following morning, he assigned tasks to every cadre in the territory.

He no longer hid Raymond—now that he had returned, it was better for the people to become familiar with his presence than to use this excellent commander as a covert tool.

Raymond will serve as the Grand Coordinator of Construction, overseeing all matters related to the utilization of building resources and the construction of defensive lines.

Although Raymond's expertise is not in architecture according to the notes, since the residential area has already been built, the comfort of new buildings is no longer that important.

As for the construction of Wayne's main castle, Raymond wasn't such a rigid person. He communicated with his subordinates and found that balancing safety and defense with comfort was relatively simple.

Ronald, as the military training chief, is specifically responsible for screening members of the public who have the potential to cultivate "Qi"—including those who will later be used to train the werewolves.

Wright also served as Ronald's training deputy, while coordinating diplomacy and intelligence—specifically, handling human diplomacy with Rachel and the Wolf Clan, and guarding the territory during Wayne's operation to deal with incidents similar to Ethan's.

Domestic and economic issues—primarily training herders, implementing production plans for carpenters and ironworkers, and manpower for Wayne's upcoming external operations, including research into the needs of the people—were all entrusted to Emma's leadership.

Of course, the actual work was handled by specific individuals—Glen was in charge of leading the replacement of ironware to meet the needs of mining equipment for stone and iron ore development; Morris was in charge of leading the construction of wooden boats; Gordon was in charge of research and information processing...

Wayne, on the other hand, is to lead a strong team of members with mining knowledge to the southwestern wasteland to carry out the work of quarrying stone.

Of course, in the first few days, he would have Raymond accompany him and provide assistance and guidance.

In addition to this task, coordinating information with all core members, including participating in Ronald's training camp to hone his sense of aura, is also part of Wayne's daily life.

Busy and fulfilling—and most importantly, it's all his own.

With power, influence, connections, and retainers, isn't this life much better than my previous one?!

Moreover, Wayne is confident that he and his men will only get better and better!

Just after the morning meeting ended, and as Wayne led Raymond and the villagers who had volunteered to go before Emma assigned tasks, out of the village.

Wayne noticed that a familiar group of people had also arrived at the village entrance.

They mostly wore gray-brown fur coats, adorned with wolf tooth ornaments, and were followed by agile wolf companions.

Anne.

Isaac.

Kellerb.

Porter.

Behind them were a dozen or so familiar young wolf clan members.

They've all arrived.

"My lord."

Anne stepped forward, placed her right hand in a claw shape on her left chest, and performed a standard wolf salute.

Behind her, all the young people bowed in greeting.

Wayne dismounted.

"What are you doing...?"

Anne turned to the side, revealing the large bundle of furs carried by her wolf companion behind her.

Those were more than twenty processed sheepskins—they were uniformly colored and had thick fur. Although they weren't as standard and neat as those from the Kingdom's workshops, it was clear at a glance that they were high-quality goods that had been finely processed.

"This was all done overnight yesterday."

Anne said, "The furs stored in the tribe, plus the ones you and Potter's team fought together last time, have all been dealt with."

Wayne approached and reached out to touch the top sheepskin.

It has a soft texture and no odor. Although the tanning process is rough, it is very solid.

"The wolf pack doesn't have much to offer."

Anne's voice was not loud, but very steady: "But these furs are our token of appreciation—the chieftain said that with the Frostraven Territory newly established, everything must start from scratch."

Fur can be sold for money, provides warmth, and can be used to make protective gear.

She paused, her amber eyes looking directly at Wayne.

"This is a token of our Ser Wolf Clan's goodwill; please accept it, sir."

Wayne looked at the furs, then at the familiar faces behind Anne.

Isaac maintained his stern expression, but lowered his head slightly as Isaac's gaze swept over him.

The gesture was very small, but for Isaac, it was almost the limit of how much respect he could express.

Kellerb stood beside Isaac, and when his gaze met Wayne's, he didn't look away as usual, but stared at him for two seconds before nodding.

Potter smiled, but the look in his beautiful eyes was unusually serious.

Cindy stood beside him and bent down slightly towards Wayne.

Renee, at some point, stood behind Annie and gave Wayne a faint, warm smile.

"What did the Wolf King Ugo say...?"

Wayne was deeply moved—these twenty-odd sheepskins, if used properly, could definitely be of great use; this was truly a timely help.

Annie pursed her lips: "After we came back yesterday, the clan leader called a meeting with us."

We recounted our experiences over the past few days from beginning to end—the matter of Uncle Borg, the matter of Rachel's Knights...

Her gaze was somewhat downcast.

"Sir, do you know?"

From a young age, we firmly believed that the bloodline of the wolf pack, the bond of wolf companionship, and the fighting skills passed down through thousands of years were enough to allow us to stand tall and proud on this land.

Wayne could hear the weight in it.

"But yesterday, we saw that blue light..."

My father said, "Times have changed."

Anne looked up, her bright eyes filled with expectation, and met Wayne's gaze.

He said that if the wolf pack wants to thrive, it must learn to coexist with forces stronger than itself.

It's not about bowing down; it's about choosing people worth following.

She took a step forward.

"Sir, are you truly ready to lead us?"

The wind swept through the village entrance, swirling up a few withered leaves.

Wayne looked at her, at the silent young warriors behind her, and at the wolf companions carrying furs.

He seemed to see Ronald and Wright standing outside the house a month ago, when he was about to head to the North, determined to protect him.

They have potential and ability, and a bright future, yet they believe in themselves and are willing to tie their own destiny to themselves and move forward under their own leadership.

Faced with this weighty, sincere, and fervent responsibility and expectation, Wayne knew he was capable of responding.

"We've already stood shoulder to shoulder."

He met the gazes of the young wolves before him, his words firm: "Trust me, I will take responsibility for you."

Anne's amber eyes lit up: "My lord, we have trusted you for a long time."