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

The morning sun bathed the wooden fence of Frostraven Territory in a pale gold light. Ronald and Wright stood on either side of Wayne, the three of them strolling slowly along the dirt road at the edge of the village.

This is a habit Wayne has recently developed: after breakfast, he and his two brothers take a walk around the village, chat, and check on the progress of various construction sites.

Now, as Wayne looked at the figure walking towards the village entrance in the distance, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

Scored twice.

"grown ups."

Wright was the first to notice the figure: "A stranger has arrived."

Ronald's hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

He was a man dressed as a hunter, about twenty years old, wearing leather hunting clothes, with a longbow made of animal horn on his back, and a quiver and several longer arrows hanging at his waist.

Sean walked steadily, neither too fast nor too slow. The snow clinging to his body made it seem as if he had walked a long way, but there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

He stopped as he approached, his gaze sweeping over the three faces before finally settling on Wayne.

"Is that Lord Wayne Lancaster?"

His voice was gentle.

"It's me. What's the matter?"

Upon hearing this, Sean performed a simple bow as planned: "My name is Sean. I used to make a living by herding livestock on the Northeast grasslands."

Just recently, our lord was unable to govern and took all my sheep before returning south.

Without sheep, I lost my means of making a living, so I thought I would head southwest and see if there was a place along the way where I could use my talents.

I wonder if you would be able to accept me?

His words were sincere, but his expression was a little unnatural—as if he was trying to suppress a laugh.

The young tribal boy in his early twenties certainly didn't have the seasoned acting skills of Raymond—but his delivery of lines was already quite good.

Wayne himself was using a smile to hide his true feelings.

Ronald and Wright, standing to the side, didn't notice much; they were preoccupied with observing the stranger from their own perspectives.

Wright stepped forward: "You know how to raise sheep?"

"Yes, it's not just about raising them."

Sean glanced at him and gave him a confident smile.

"I will also do follow-up production—including but not limited to fur and food."

Moreover, I can hunt, make bows and arrows, and teach others how to herd sheep…”

Ronald paused for a moment.

Wright was also taken aback.

Wayne smiled.

"Alright."

He said, "I need someone like you."

He turned to Ronald and Wright: "You two go ahead and do your own thing."

Having learned from Raymond's previous experience, the two knights didn't think too much about what Wayne said, especially since they both had important matters to attend to:

Ronald will continue training at the camp, while Wright will complete the construction of the communication station with the Duke in the southwestern part of the territory village today.

In this way, intelligence other than classified information can also be shared with border guards like Rachel and other members of the Northern Lords' Alliance.

The two exchanged a glance but didn't ask any further questions.

"Yes, sir."

Ronald and Wright bowed and left.

"Okay, that's settled then. I'll take Sean to Emma to hand over the work."

Upon hearing this, Wright frowned slightly—in his view, Sean was, after all, a stranger, and it was indeed somewhat inappropriate to let him directly access the territory's important assets.

After the two had walked a few steps, Ronald looked back.

Sean stood still, quietly waiting for Wayne to speak.

He suddenly remembered the day Raymond had just arrived.

Wayne was just as calm.

Such certainty...

……

Wayne and Sean found Emma in the Southwest residential area and brought three horses, taking them for a ride around the Southwest Ranch—including the small lake in the north of the Southwest region.

During this time, Emma told Sean about the livestock in the territory—mainly the condition of the four rams and sixteen ewes.

This is one of Emma's many great strengths:

Careful and meticulous.

She meticulously understood and followed up on everything that could have been delegated to her subordinates, ensuring that Wayne felt secure whenever he needed her.

Hearing their conversation, Wayne belatedly realized the Duke's good deal—even though he hadn't specified the sex ratio of the sheep, the Duke hadn't taken advantage of him at all, selling him sheep in such a favorable ratio.

After circling around, they arrived at the current sheep pen—it's currently in the training phase for the staff, so the sheep's range is relatively small and the livestock are concentrated in one area.

At this moment, twenty sheep were leisurely grazing; several sheepdogs lay by the fence, watching people approaching warily, but without barking; a few cows were sunbathing not far away, occasionally swishing their tails.

"These are the lord's sheep."

Emma said.

Sean leaned over the fence and squinted at it for a while.

"The varieties are alright."

He said, "It's just that the animals weren't raised properly."

The rams lacked energy, and the ewes hadn't gained weight either.

Wayne nodded: "Come and see how to raise it."

Sean rolled over into the fence and walked around the flock of sheep.

A few sheep looked up at him, then lowered their heads and continued grazing.

He squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, rubbed it between his fingers, and then stood up to check the condition of the grassland.

"If I were in charge, the first thing I would do is not to make them grow bigger, but to get them pregnant."

"How so?"

"It's September now, but the weather already feels like winter."

If adults want to rapidly develop this industry, the most crucial thing in the next two or three months is to ensure the ewes are in good physical condition and become pregnant as soon as possible, and then protect them through the winter.

Sean's voice was steady, as if he were talking about something very ordinary: "Take good care of yourself during the gestation period, and you can harvest a batch of lambs next February or March."

When the weather warms up in spring, you can harvest wool once a year—although the quality of the first year's wool is generally not great, it's enough to make coarse cloth and felt.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Ewes produce milk after giving birth, which can be used to make goat milk and cheese."

If a sheep can't survive the winter, it can be dealt with promptly; I won't let the mutton or the skin go to waste.

Wayne listened without interrupting.

"As for the profits..."

Sean calculated: "If these twenty sheep can survive the winter, there will be at least a dozen more lambs next spring."

Add to that wool, goat's milk, and cheese—adults, as long as there's enough pasture, this is a business that can keep going indefinitely.

Wayne nodded—although he was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't make a profit in the short term, or get to eat cheese or some products that could improve the quality of life for his subjects, such production matters couldn't be rushed.

"Do you need any help?"

"Not for now."

Sean shook his head: "I'm enough on my own."

But if adults want to raise more, or if they want more people to be able to raise sheep well, I can teach them—herding sheep isn't difficult; what's difficult is putting your heart into it.