Lord of the Frozen Winter: Starting with Daily Intelligence Reports

After the Red Tide Territory's grain transport team successfully escaped danger, the Red Cloaked Knight immediately ordered, “Everyone, hide! Don't move yet, wait for me to return!”

He waved his hand, signaling the remaining Knights and soldiers to hide in a dense forest.

He took a deep breath, and his red battle aura instantly erupted, rushing out of the forest like a gust of wind.

He galloped along the path, heading straight for the Red Tide Territory.

“I must inform Lord Louis as soon as possible!” he thought, pushing his speed to the limit.

A rapid series of footsteps came from outside the door.

“Lord Louis!” The Red Cloaked Knight walked in, panting, and knelt on one knee, his expression tense, “Something has happened!

The grain transport team was ambushed while crossing the Azure Deer Forest, and the grain was stolen—we suspect it was done by the Snowsworn!”

As he spoke, he looked up to observe Louis's reaction, thinking that Lord Louis would surely be enraged upon hearing this. However, to his surprise, Louis merely tilted his head slightly, showing no surprise on his face. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

“Oh?” He slowly put down his teacup, his gaze as calm as water, “The Snowsworn? Wearing masks?”

“Yes, Lord Louis!” The Red Cloaked Knight was covered in cold sweat, “Their battle aura was deep blue, and they wore black masks. They killed a few soldiers, but the rest of us have safely retreated.”

“Hmm.” Louis responded indifferently, as if he already knew all these details, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.

He lowered his head, straightened his cuff, and casually said, “It wasn't the Snowsworn at all.”

“Ah?” The Red Cloaked Knight was stunned, “But—they—”

Louis raised his head, a slight curve on his lips, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: “The Snowsworn never wear masks. When they kill, they want you to remember who killed you.”

The Red Cloaked Knight's face changed: “Then—then who was it?”

“I know who did it.” Louis interrupted him, raising his head, a cold glint in his eyes, and a mocking smile on his lips.

The Red Cloaked Knight was full of doubts but dared not ask more questions.

In reality, Louis was fully aware of the entire situation and did not need the Knight's notification.

This morning, he had already received this intelligence through the Daily Intelligence System.

【1: Baron Mckinney will set an ambush in the southern canyon of Azure Deer Forest today, disguised as bandits, targeting the Red Tide Territory's grain transport team.】

“Heh, someone actually dares to rob my grain and kill my people—” A cold chill flashed in Louis's eyes, and his voice was as cold as if it were frosted.

“It seems they've truly grown tired of living. Have Lambert come to the study immediately.”

“Yes!” The guard responded and left.

Soon after, rapid footsteps were heard outside, and Lambert quickly entered, bringing in a gust of wind and snow: “Lord Louis, you called for me?”

“Gather two hundred Knights.” Louis slowly rose, “I will personally lead the team to Mckinney's territory.”

Lambert was somewhat taken aback and couldn't help but look up at Louis.

Although this young Lord was decisive and strict, he had always believed in restraint and rationality, never taking the initiative to attack lightly.

Was he actually going to lead the troops himself this time?

But he did not ask further; he simply lowered his head and responded forcefully, “At your command!”

Lambert immediately turned and rushed out of the hall, beginning to urgently mobilize the Knight Order.

Before long, the Red Tide Territory's Knight Order was swiftly assembled.

A full two hundred fully armed Knights were arrayed on the snow, their black and red cloaks fluttering in the wind.

“Positions!” Lambert shouted, and the Red Cloaked Knights quickly formed their ranks, their eyes like sharp blades.

The castle gates slowly opened, and Louis rode out, his black and red cloak billowing in the wind and snow.

“Depart.”

Louis ordered coldly, cracking his whip, and took the lead, galloping forward.

Beside him, Weil followed closely, an unconcealed excitement on his face; this was his first time accompanying the army on an expedition.

The ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) iron armor felt a slight weight on his shoulders, the warhorse's nostrils exhaled hot breath, and Weil's heartbeat thrummed like a war drum.

He couldn't help but look up at Louis beside him, seeing the stern Lord's expressionless face.

“I must achieve a great deed for Lord Louis!” Weil gripped the reins tightly, his eyes gleaming with desire.

He was already imagining himself charging on horseback, slaying enemy generals in his mind.

The procession was mighty and vast, the sound of hooves shaking the entire ground.

The elite Knights of the Red Tide Territory, like a black and red iron current, surged forth in the cold wind, heading towards the impending reckoning.

Mckinney was lying on a large couch, a wine glass held high in his hand, his laughter echoing through the castle hall.

“Hahaha! Today was truly exhilarating! Brothers, come, drink! This is our deserved spoils of war!” he shouted, raising his glass and downing the strong liquor, his face full of triumph.

The Knights beside him also laughed heartily, clinking their cups.

Some even took off their armor and were frolicking with a few serving girls, the entire hall filled with an atmosphere of debauchery and pleasure.

“Hmph, what's this about the Red Tide Territory being powerful? It's just good luck! That Baron Louis, he's nothing!”

Mckinney tilted his head back, took a large gulp of wine, and scoffed with a mocking laugh: “Duke Edmund must be blind to let him become the County Governor.

Pfft, he's just a little kid from the south, very naive! Such a person won't last until next year!”

The Knights beside him also echoed with laughter: “Exactly, how could he be as formidable as Lord Mckinney? Today we really made him run in circles!”

“The Red Tide Knights? How laughable, they're all spineless cowards. If they hadn't run so fast, they'd already be dead under our blades!”

Mckinney said smugly: “He'll eventually have to kneel before me and lick my boots!”

Suddenly, the hall door burst open with a “bang.”

“What is it?!” He frowned.

Before he could erupt, he saw his old butler, face pale, stumbling in, his voice trembling:

“Baron, it's bad! A large number of enemies have arrived, they're almost outside our castle now!!”

The wine glass immediately slipped from Mckinney's hand, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.

He abruptly sat upright, his eyes showing disbelief: “Is it the Snowsworn?!”

“No—no, it's not!” The butler stammered, “It's, it's—it looks like—it's the Red Tide Territory's cavalry!”

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Mckinney leaped from his chair, his voice trembling: “H-how is this possible? We were discovered? Wasn't our operation flawless?!!”

Not only Mckinney, but the Knights in the hall who had been reveling also changed their expressions.

The surrounding clamor abruptly ceased, replaced by a deathly silence.

Regaining his composure, Mckinney rushed to the window on one side of the hall, knelt, and tremblingly pushed open the heavy wooden frame, peering out.