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

In Sean's studio, the flame of the oil lamp flickered gently.

Renee's gaze lingered on the sheepskins for a long time.

Those twenty-odd exquisite sheepskins, under the light, each gleamed with a warm luster, like pure white jade.

"Wow……"

She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Wayne stood beside her, and seeing the sparkle in her eyes, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"like?"

Rene came to her senses and nodded gently.

"I have never seen sheepskin like this before."

She said, "Wolf packs also process fur, but our methods are rough, and the resulting fur is hard and heavy, only suitable for making mats and tent linings."

These……"

She reached out to touch it, then pulled her hand back, looking at Wayne: "Is it okay?"

Wayne nodded, a friendly smile on his face.

Renee gently touched the one on the far right.

The touch was unexpectedly soft. She paused for a moment, then turned to look at Wayne, her eyes shining brightly.

"Sir, how did you do that?"

Ask him.

Wayne gestured with his chin toward Sean.

Sean wasn't modest at all, just smiled and said, "This is a family recipe passed down through generations."

Selecting the hides, tanning, softening, and conditioning—every step requires meticulous attention.

Renee listened intently, her gaze lingering on the twenty-five sheepskins.

"If we were to sell these..."

She whispered, "It must be very valuable, right?"

Wayne smiled.

"You know about this too?"

"don't know."

Renee shook her head honestly: "But I know that beautiful things are very valuable in the kingdom."

She thought for a moment and added, "My mother said that the noble ladies and young women of the kingdom love things that are soft and pretty."

They are willing to spend a lot of money to buy an outfit that makes them look better.

Wayne nodded.

It seems that Shaman Greta knows quite a bit about the kingdom.

"grown ups."

Renee suddenly looked up and stared at him intently: "It's really impressive that you were able to find someone like Sean."

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

I mean...

Renee carefully chose her words: "You always seem to find the right person."

Knight Raymond, Sheriff Sean, and those craftsmen from before…”

She paused, her light golden eyes filled with sincerity: "My mother said that the hardest thing about being a leader is not what you know, but how to use people."

You're very good at using people.

Wayne didn't reply, he just smiled.

"Alright."

He said, "You haven't introduced those bottles of medicine yet."

Renee then remembered her intention and pursed her lips somewhat shyly.

She walked to the table and pointed to the row of medicine jars.

"This jar with the pink rope contains herbs that my mother prepared to stimulate arousal."

She looked at Sean: "My mother said that mixing these powders into the feed can make rams and ewes go into heat at the same time, thereby increasing the conception rate."

Sean's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to take a closer look.

"What about the dosage?"

"Feed each sheep a pinch every day for three consecutive days."

Renee said, "My mom said it's a gentle formula and won't harm your body."

Sean nodded, took the medicine bottle, sniffed it, and then carefully put it down.

"Please thank the shaman for me."

He said, "This thing came at just the right time."

Renee's eyes crinkled as she pointed to the remaining seven cans.

"This red string is a hemostatic powder; it can stop bleeding when sprinkled on external wounds."

"The yellow rope is a fever-reducing herb; boil it in water and drink the decoction to treat fever and cough."

"The blue rope is deworming powder, which is mixed into the feed. It is given once in spring and once in autumn to prevent internal parasites."

"The one with the green rope is..."

She introduced each item one by one, explaining each one very clearly: including usage, dosage, and precautions.

Wayne listened and nodded inwardly.

Greta the Shaman has brought out all the useful and good things.

After Renee finished her introduction, she clapped her hands and looked at Wayne.

"Sir, everything has been explained."

Wayne nodded, indicating that Sean should put it away.

"Thank you for your hard work, making this trip so late."

"It's not hard work."

Renee shook her head: "Mother said that since the adults trust our wolf clan, we should give them everything we can."

She paused, then smiled. "And I also wanted to come... and see what the territory looks like now."

Wayne looked at her.

Under the lamplight, the shaman girl's eyes and brows were gentle, carrying a quiet contentment.

Looking at her beautiful face, Wayne's joy naturally increased even more.

The door opened, and the night was beautiful.

The moon hung on the treetops in the east, its cool light bathing the entire village.

Renee slowly raised her hand, seemingly preparing to take her leave.

Wayne suddenly spoke.

"Would you like to... take a walk?"

Renee paused for a moment, then looked up at him.

Wayne pointed to the road ahead: "The moonlight is nice. I'll ride a horse to take you back to your lodgings later."

We can talk as we walk, without wasting any time.

Renee's eyelashes fluttered slightly, then she nodded.

"it is good."

The two left Sean's studio and walked slowly along the dirt road in the village.

Frostraven Village at night is quite different from during the day. The busy sounds of hammering and shouting are gone, replaced by a sense of tranquility.

Occasionally, militiamen on night patrol would pass by, see Wayne, salute him, and continue on their way.

The fences of the Southwest Ranch gleamed grayish-white in the moonlight, with the occasional soft rustling of sheep.

Renee walked beside him, her steps very light.

"grown ups."

She suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"You seem to be in a good mood today?"

Wayne paused for a moment, then laughed.

"That obvious?"

"Um."

Renee nodded: "Your lips have been slightly upturned ever since we started in the studio."

Wayne turned to look at her.

Under the moonlight, the girl's eyes reflected a faint light, earnest yet gentle.

"You have a keen eye for detail."

"My mother taught me."

Renee said.

The two walked in silence for a while until they reached the warehouse where the stones were stored.

"After the clock tower was built."

Renee asked softly, "Can you see very far?"

"It should be possible."

Wayne said, "I'll bring you up to see it later."

Renee paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"it is good."

Another silence followed.

"The wolf clan."

Wayne spoke up: "How have you been these past few days?"

Renee thought for a moment and said, "Sister Annie practices every day."

I get up before dawn and go to bed very late at night.

Wayne smiled.

"And you? What have you been busy with these past few days?"

"Preparing medicine, gathering herbs, drying herbs, and practicing Qi cultivation."

Renee counted on her fingers: "Mom said we should stock up on more before winter, because once the snow falls in winter, many herbs will be impossible to find."

She paused, then lowered her voice.

"And recently, the hyena tribe has been active again."

Wayne paused in his steps.

"What happened?"

Renee pursed her lips: "The chieftain and my mother have been very busy lately, always leading teams eastward."

She looked at Wayne, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"After the battle for supremacy among the wolf kings, what will happen to them?"

"Definitely."

Renee said, "But how to handle it specifically depends on the new wolf king's wishes. That's why Sister Annie is even more nervous—she doesn't just want to win; she wants to lead the tribe to do the right thing after winning."