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

"It's not an exaggeration to say that."

In the powerful Byron Kingdom, a noble lord with extraordinary power was willing to respect our perhaps somewhat backward culture, and even to assist us and risk our lives with us—something I never dared to imagine before.

Anne's words had clearly been lingering in her heart for a long time.

Wayne's eyebrows lifted slightly.

Isaac stepped forward.

The bandages on his arm had been removed and replaced with a thin herbal dressing.

He looked at Wayne, remained silent for two seconds, and then lowered his head—more dramatically and more slowly than before.

"I have nothing to say."

His voice was harsh, but every word was clear: "You deserve it."

Kellerb followed, scratching the back of his head, unusually quiet.

"I...maybe I was a bit rash before."

But I saw what happened a few days ago.

Potter, adept at reading people, noticed Wayne's gratitude and added with a grin, "My lord, could I mooch a meal—ah…"

Cindy pinched him.

Wayne looked at the young people in front of him—Isaac's straightforwardness, Caleb's awkwardness, Potter's liveliness, and Anne's sensitivity.

This was completely different from the scene when I first met them.

And now, they stand side by side before him, sincerely submitting to him.

"it is good."

Wayne nodded in response, then smiled and said, "There's one thing—would you be interested in learning luck from Ronald?"

Upon hearing this, the wolf youth fell silent for a moment.

The next second, the relaxed young people erupted in a buzz.

Kellerb was the first to jump out, his awkwardness vanishing instantly, his eyes shining brightly: "My lord, are you serious? We can learn that too?"

While the others weren't as exaggerated, their faces all showed surprise and anticipation.

Wayne knew that there were many barbarians who could use their qi, but for the relatively small wolf clan of the Ser Wolf Clan... they were still at the stage of becoming stronger through bloodline abilities and training.

Annie was also stunned.

She opened her mouth: "Really...can I?"

Becoming stronger is something that holds absolute appeal for any member of the wolf clan.

Wayne looked at her and smiled.

"Why not? You are my allies and my subordinates. It will only benefit me if my allies become stronger."

So, do you want it or not?

Anne's eyes reddened slightly; she understood what this important sharing of knowledge meant.

She didn't say thank you again, but just nodded vigorously.

Behind them, the young members of the wolf clan could no longer contain themselves.

"Sister Annie! Go ask the Wolf King quickly!"

"The shaman will surely agree!"

"I want to learn! I absolutely must learn!"

Even the most composed young soldiers couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their eyes gleaming.

Anne turned around and raised her hand to press down.

The crowd quieted down a bit, but their bright, sparkling eyes couldn't be hidden.

"The wolf king will agree—that's knowledge that only a few tribes possess."

A suppressed cheer erupted from the crowd once again.

Anne turned back to face Wayne:

"My lord, there is one more thing."

"explain."

"The chieftain asked me to tell you that the duel for the selection of the wolf king is scheduled for two weeks from now."

She took a deep breath.

"I will win."

These words were spoken with absolute certainty.

Wayne looked at her.

In the morning light, this handsome girl stood straight with a determined look in her eyes.

"I trust you."

Annie's lips curled up slightly, but she quickly suppressed the smile.

"I hope you can come and visit then."

She said, "We all...wish you were here."

"certainly."

……

The southwestern part of the territory is a rocky wasteland.

Here, there is a large area of ​​gentle slopes covered with boulders and gravel.

"This is good stuff."

Raymond dismounted, walked around on the gravel, and finally stopped in front of a protruding rock formation—Wayne followed to observe.

He squatted down and wiped away the surface soil with his hands, revealing the grayish-brown rocks underneath.

Then, Raymond drew his pickaxe from his waist and tapped it with the handle.

"It's hard, but the layers are clearly defined."

He stood up and waved behind him: "Gal, bring your men over here."

Garr is the squire with mining experience who previously explored the caves in the southeastern cliffs of the territory—he is now the main force of the quarrying team.

Raymond pointed to a nearly horizontal crack in the rock: "This is natural stratification."

By breaking through here, we can extract well-formed stones.

He bent down and ran his fingers along the crack: "First, clear away the surface soil and gravel to expose the entire layer."

Then use iron tools to drive them in along the cracks, spaced two feet apart.

If you strike the points at equal intervals simultaneously, the entire layer will break along the crack.

Gar listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

After Raymond finished speaking, he straightened up: "Let's try one floor first."

……

Ten minutes later, the first stone was completely peeled off the rock layer.

It was a grayish-brown stone slab about four feet long, two feet wide, and half a foot thick, with natural cracks along the edges, but overall it was quite neat.

Raymond crouched down to examine him for a moment, then stood up and nodded to Wayne.

"The quality is sufficient."

Wayne walked over and touched the surface of the stone slab.

It looks quite sturdy—it's best to leave professional matters to professionals.

My role was merely to lead and protect, and incidentally, to conduct an inspection of the southwest region.

He found a rock to rest on, while Raymond, standing nearby, taught the other team members how to dismantle the second layer.

The sound of iron tools striking rocks echoed across the hillside, carrying a primal, robust rhythm.

As the sunlight brightens, the shadows grow shorter.

By the time the first truckload of stones was full, it was already past noon.

By evening, five wooden carts had been loaded—Raymond estimated that this was about one-tenth of the stone needed for a simple five-meter-high clock tower.

Although it wasn't much, this was the first time since Wayne took control of the territory that the people had unearthed building resources from the land!

……

At the village entrance, when the five wooden carts loaded with stones came into view, the people who were working stopped what they were doing.

"That's... a stone?"

"Did we pick them ourselves?"

"Are we going to have a new stone house?"

The crowd gradually gathered around.

Wayne raised his hand: "Guys, why don't you introduce him to everyone?"

"This is the first batch of stone quarried in the barren, rocky land of Southwest China!"

"It was Lord Raymond and us who dug it out of the ground to the west, pickaxe by pick, together!"

The quarry team members stood up straight, drawing envy from the villagers.

Before Wayne arrived, the bandits in the Northwest and the increasingly ferocious animals kept them cowering in their villages.

Now, these villagers working in quarrying teams are able to leave the village and collect resources with such peace of mind.

These changes, along with the tangible gains and completed buildings before their eyes, have made them feel genuinely happy!