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

After having a quick lunch, Wayne headed southeast of the village.

The carpenters' workshop is located in the southeastern part of the village, one of the few areas that has never been affected by bandits.

After the village was expanded, Emma intentionally concentrated the carpenters and stonemasons in this area, which gradually formed a small artisan community.

Before Wayne even got close, he could already hear the sound of axe and chisel striking.

"Ding—ding—ding—"

The rhythm is distinct and continuous.

A dozen or so wooden sheds are scattered around, and the outside of the sheds is piled with various kinds of timber—logs, planks, and wood chips.

Several older carpenters were sitting on wooden benches in front of the shed, heads down, focused on their work.

The apprentices surrounded the carpenters, some helping to pass them tools, some practicing planing wood, and some squatting on the ground carefully watching the carpenters' every move.

Wayne recognized a few faces—they were some of the young men from the group led by Tite, the village chief's son, when the bandits invaded.

They were armed with sticks and farm tools, facing the ruthless bandits, yet not one of them retreated.

Now they are wearing aprons, their hands are covered in sawdust, and their eyes are shining with seriousness.

They clearly prefer this place to Ronald's training camp.

"My lord!"

A voice came from deep within the workers' shed.

Wayne turned his head and saw Morris emerging from behind a pile of timber.

He almost didn't recognize him.

The person in front of me was wearing a clean, dark gray short robe, with a leather apron around his waist, his hair was neatly combed, and his eyes shone.

This person looks completely different from the hunched-over old man who used to tremble when he spoke.

But as soon as Maurice opened his mouth, that familiar feeling returned.

"My lord, my lord! You've arrived!"

He rushed over, almost tripping over the wood shavings on the ground. After regaining his balance, he rubbed his hands together awkwardly, his face full of smiles, both nervous and excited.

Wayne couldn't help but laugh.

"Come and see."

He said, "You look quite energetic."

Morris looked down at himself, his face slightly flushed: "It was...it was Miss Emma who had it made."

She told me... "If I ever see an adult dressed like that, he'll blame me..."

Wayne's heart skipped a beat.

It turned out that the old man had been wearing those neat clothes all along because he was waiting for me to arrive.

"Those ideas we discussed together before."

Wayne smiled: "Is it all settled? How's the ship construction going?"

Upon hearing this, Morris's eyes lit up immediately—he seemed very confident.

"My lord! Please come with me!"

He turned and ran deeper into the work shed, but after a few steps he remembered something, turned back and shouted to the apprentices, "Keep practicing! Don't slack off!"

Morris led Wayne through several sheds piled with timber, and at the very back was a relatively open space.

Three boats were moored in the open space.

The two smaller boats were about the same size as Morris's original one, with tightly joined wooden planks and an oiled hull that gleamed warmly in the sunlight.

But Wayne's gaze passed over them and landed on the third ship.

It was a significantly larger ship.

The boat is about thirty feet long and nearly ten feet wide, and its materials are much thicker than those of a small boat.

Four pairs of oars were neatly arranged inside the boat, along with a spare punt.

"This is……"

Wayne approached and reached out to touch the gunwale.

The wooden boards were sanded very smooth, without any burrs, and the joints fit together perfectly.

"It just went into the water yesterday!"

Morris rubbed his hands together, his voice trembling: "Besides a few guys who were mainly responsible for teaching apprentices, making wood tools, and assisting with construction, the five of us carpenters worked for two days and two nights straight!"

This is made with the finest wood and to the largest possible size—guess how many people it can seat?

Wayne looked at the ship.

"several?"

Morris chuckled: "Eight!"

Eight people sat on it, paddled back and forth, and nothing happened!

Wayne fell silent.

This was surprising—precisely because he had done his homework beforehand.

A wooden boat that can safely carry eight adults can transport more than 300 pounds of iron in one trip!

More than 300 pounds of iron.

Converted to ironware, it's enough for a blacksmith to make more than thirty farm tools, or two to three sets of full-body iron armor!

One trip!

This is not a boat.

These are clearly mining carts from a gold mine!

Wayne turned around and looked at Morris.

The old man was staring at him nervously, but there was little apprehension in his eyes; instead, there was more excitement and anticipation.

"Maurice".

"Yes, yes!"

"Do you know how much trouble this boat saves me?!"

He patted the old man on the shoulder: "Well done, I'll remember that—keep up the good work!"

……

On the way back, Wayne walked a little faster than he had on the way there.

The wooden boat is ready.

The problem of transporting iron ore has been solved.

But another problem then emerged – how to mine safely.

He knew the size of that mine.

As long as mining can proceed normally, his territory can live very comfortably relying solely on this one vein.

But the question is whether we can swallow this big piece of fat.

It's important to understand that the North is currently in a situation where there are more blacksmiths than iron.

This treasure will surely attract the covetous eyes of others.

To capture the majority of the profits, Wayne needs to have the strength.

It's the kind of strength that makes people afraid to even reach out.

Wayne looked up.

Every task is progressing.

But not enough.

Late at night, in the lord's cottage.

Wayne sat by the window, silver lettering slowly emerging on the pages of his notebook.

September 18th, Arthurian calendar 324

Lord's Notes - Week 5 Summary

[Personal Attributes]

Name: Wayne Lancaster

Strength Level: Tier 1

Constitution: 13→16 (You have finally mastered the breathing technique, and your physical fitness has reached the high level of the first tier)

Agility: 12→13 (Mastering breathing techniques will enhance your coordination)

Spirit: 12

Specialties: Ballroom dancing, basic horseback riding, basic swordsmanship.

Skills: None.

Weapon: Crimson Pulse (Pickle).

Lineage: Lancaster family: Slightly enhanced physique.

Frostwolf bloodline: Slightly enhanced agility, enhanced physical potential, and possesses "Frostwolf glands" that can utilize frost.

(2/3)

Other cards: Short-term exemption card (ice) x2

[Power Assessment]

Faction Name: Frostraven Territory

Troop strength: f+→e (You have completely gained the trust of the Ser Wolf Clan)

Resources: f+

Economy: f-

Stability: e→e+ (Although threats still exist, the loyalty of the people is increasing as living standards improve)

Culture: N/A

Overall rating: f+ (positive momentum) → e- (multiple fronts operating in parallel)

[This Week's Rating]

Survival points: 43

Power Points: 30

Reputation points: 7

Rating: e- (Emerging talent)

Evaluation: In the past week, you have subdued the Serwolf Clan, doubling the value of your power!

Now that more people are paying attention to you, what will you do?

Reward: One draw for a rare purple-tier resource.

Please select the reward type: Item/Follower/Bloodline