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

"The skills of my men."

Wien said.

Rachel nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She paused for a few seconds, then asked a very direct question.

What do you want?

Wayne smiled.

It's so much easier to talk to smart people.

"Let's hear your opinion first."

He said, "What price could this fetch in the North?"

Rachel did not answer immediately.

She leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the two sheepskins.

"I've seen some good things."

She said, "The Duchess of Quintu had a mink cloak in her dowry, the Earl of Nick's daughter had a lynx fur coat, and there was also southern silk brought by the caravans..."

She paused.

"These are worse than those, but not by much."

Wayne's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face.

"What's the difference?"

"The difference lies in reputation—but there are also differences in quality and rarity."

Rachel gently shook her head: "But it's a good thing."

If handled properly, it can fetch a good price.

Wayne nodded—only then did he feel relieved; the existence of a market proved that the Duke's interests hadn't been threatened.

Only then could he dare to say that he could mass-produce this kind of thing.

Otherwise, if Rachel asked, he would say it was a treasure passed down through generations of the wolf clan—and then they would reconcile their stories later, thus proving his special bond with the wolf clan.

"So, what do you think we should do next?"

Rachel looked at him, her icy blue eyes holding a hint of scrutiny.

"Are you willing to share the profits?"

"Willing to part with it."

Wayne said, "I can't eat the entire market in the North by myself."

It's better to find someone to rely on than to be someone else's target.

Rachel was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

The smile was brief, but Wayne could tell it meant approval.

"clever."

She straightened up, walked to the window, and glanced outside.

"I'll take two of these sheepskins with me."

She said, "Have someone send it upstairs so that someone who knows about these things can take a look."

"How long will it take to get a reply?"

"About two or three weeks."

Rachel said, "It won't be fast."

She turned around and looked at Wayne.

"I'll exaggerate when I report it."

"At that time, it might not be an ordinary caravan manager—it could be a merchant officer from the Dukes' Union, or even someone from an earl's family."

Wayne's brow twitched slightly.

Rachel saw his reaction and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Scared?"

"A little."

Wayne was being honest.

"Being afraid is the right thing to do."

Rachel said, "Meeting big shots is both an opportunity and a test."

A single glance from them could determine whether you have a good year or a bad one.

She walked back to the table, picked up a sheepskin, and weighed it in her hand.

"But since you dared to take the things out, you must have been prepared."

Wayne did not deny it.

I will remember your share.

Rachel seemed not to have heard Wayne's words. She put the sheepskin back on the table and looked up at him.

"Two or three weeks."

She said, "Go back and process the remaining sheepskins properly. Keep track of the quantity and quality."

"When the people from over there arrive, we can produce whatever they need."

Wayne nodded.

"There's one more thing."

Rachel paused, her tone becoming more serious than before.

"Once this batch of goods finds a market, you'll no longer be that unknown little baron."

She looked at Wayne and said, word by word:

"More people will be watching you. Are you ready?"

Wayne was silent for a few seconds.

He thought of the iron ore vein across the Icemark River, and of his own plans; he thought of Sean's more than twenty exquisite sheepskins, and of the worry and expectation in Ronald and Wright's eyes.

"certainly."

He said.

Rachel looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"OK."

She carefully rolled up the two sheepskins and put them into a wooden box that looked like it was no ordinary item.

"Let's wait for news."

Wayne nodded and turned to leave.

"Wien".

He turned around.

Rachel stood by the window, the afternoon sun casting a golden glow behind her.

"you."

She said, "It's really great."

Wayne smiled.

"Then please let me stay for lunch."

Rachel chuckled softly.

"I'd be happy to help."

……

Night fell, and Wayne sat alone by the bed in the lord's cabin.

Recent developments have gone more smoothly than I had imagined.

It's settlement time again.

What kind of reward will the journal give us after a week that's both uneventful and full of hope?

Before Wayne's eyes, the gleaming lord's journal slowly turned the pages.

September 25th, Arthurian calendar 324

Lord's Notes - Week 6 Summary

[Personal Attributes]

Name: Wayne Lancaster

Strength Level: Tier 1

Physical condition: 16

Agility: 13

Spirit: 12→13 (The harvest in your territory this week has made you feel refreshed)

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: e → e+ (Your troops are now stronger)

Resources: f+

Economy: f → f (New production knowledge brings you more wealth)

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

Culture: N/A

Overall rating: e- (Multi-threaded parallelism)

[This Week's Rating]

Survival points: 10

Power Points: 35

Reputation points: 3

Rating: F+ (Consistent performance)

Assessment: New production knowledge, new development opportunities, new territories and opportunities—you are working hard to seize them.

Reward: 1 Crystal Blue-level resource lottery draw

Please select the reward type: weapon/skill/item

After glancing at the various panels on the results screen, Wayne noticed the biggest change was in the survival score in the "This Week's Rating".

Perhaps because the territory had been relatively safe for the past week, his survival score wasn't high—but Wayne wasn't disappointed. To him, he'd rather the survival score never increase.

The score also dropped, as did the reputation score—this was the first time Wayne had seen this score drop.

It seems that reputation points are calculated based on the reputation gained this week?

Unlike the other two, the power score continues to rise—it seems that the power score is distributed according to the current power situation.

This is quite reasonable, since if reputation points are not calculated based on new additions, they could easily become negative.

The scoring criteria for the final score are very important and directly affect Wayne's score, so he needs to look at them carefully in order to rack up points.

The next step is to choose the reward type.

Wayne already had a priority list for choosing the Crystal Blue level rewards.

"Skill.

Let me see what its features are.