Lord of the Frozen Winter: Starting with Daily Intelligence Reports

The aroma of roasted fish permeated the air.

The women brought out platters of freshly cooked fish.

The villagers sat together, holding their freshly roasted fish, eating and conversing, with laughter occasionally breaking out.

“To our great Lord!” someone shouted.

Everyone raised their cups, excitedly echoing, “To our great Lord!”

Cups clinked, and laughter rose and fell.

Louis, sitting at the head of the table, watched it all, a smile unconsciously gracing his lips.

Compared to the overt and covert struggles at noble banquets in the south, he preferred to laugh, sing, and dance around a bonfire with his ordinary villagers here.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, Louis casually took a wooden zither handed to him by a knight.

His slender fingers plucked the strings, producing a series of clear notes, and he began to sing a folk tune from his hometown (Earth):

“Edelweiss, Edelweiss, every morning you greet me... Bless my homeland forever.”

The square instantly fell silent, everyone holding their breath, as if transported to that distant place.

As the last note faded, cheers erupted like a tidal wave!

“Another one!” someone shouted, leading the call.

“The Lord sings too well!”

“Another one!”

“A toast to °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the Lord!”

As a result, everyone in the square joined in the uproar, even the most reserved knights couldn't help but laugh.

Louis shook his head with a chuckle, casually picked up a piece of roasted fish, took a bite, and let the joyous laughter drift into the night.

... ... ... ...

The next day, when Louis woke up, the morning light was already streaming into the room through the curtain gaps, and the lingering scent of last night’s bonfire smoke still hung in the air.

“...I probably drank a bit too much.” He rubbed his temples, sighing with a hint of fatigue.

Normally, he would always wake up before dawn to practice his Breath Control Technique and cultivate his fighting qi.

But last night had been too enjoyable, leading to a rare lie-in this morning.

He instinctively reached out to feel beside him, and only after confirming the other half of the bed was empty did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, he hadn’t made a mistake.

After washing up, Louis sat cross-legged on the bed, took a deep breath, and slowly began to circulate the Tidal Breathing Technique.

The fighting qi flowed slowly along his blood vessels, but Louis could clearly feel its stagnation.

It was still that bottleneck, the Intermediate Formal Knight, making no progress.

Damn it, when could he break through?

He had clearly been cultivating according to the strictest training methods, but his aptitude was too mediocre.

For him, improving his realm through pure training was much more difficult than for others.

If only he could find something similar to Northern Crystal Cod again...

Useless system, give me some strength.

He thought unworthily, and casually opened the Daily Intelligence System to see what noteworthy news had been updated today.

【1: After the banquet, Agricultural Affairs Officer Mick proposed to Tanya and succeeded.】

【2: The Icefield Young Wolf Cold Fang defeated all young wolves raised in Red Tide Territory and became their Wolf King.】

【3: Sif, the former little princess of Han Yue Tribe, fled to Red Tide Territory, and, exhausted and starving, collapsed in the wilderness. She will be devoured by a passing Frost White Bear at 5 PM.】

The first piece of intelligence made him raise an eyebrow slightly; that old fellow Mick was actually having a late-life romance?!

This Agricultural Affairs Officer spent his days with soil, his mind constantly thinking about how to optimize land and increase harvests.

He hadn't expected him to quietly settle such a big matter.

Tanya, he remembered this woman; she was a native widow, in her early thirties with three children, resilient in character, and efficient in her work.

It was truly surprising that Mick managed to win her over.

“Hmm, it’s worth congratulating. It seems Red Tide Territory will have a few more people,” he chuckled, shaking his head, happy for his old friend.

The second piece of news was very much in line with his expectations.

Cold Fang indeed lived up to expectations, standing out among the young wolves and directly becoming the Wolf King!

Louis had confidence in it from the start.

After all, this young wolf was born with a certain untamed kingly aura.

Whether it was its size, demeanor, or gaze, it was different from other Icefield Young Wolves of its age, so becoming the leader of the wolf pack was simply to be expected.

“Very good.” Louis nodded with satisfaction, “This is the war wolf I chose.”

However, when his gaze fell on the third piece of news, his smile instantly vanished.

The little princess of Han Yue Tribe, Sif?

Fled to Red Tide Territory?

This intelligence made Louis’s heart sink.

The Daily Intelligence System had always pushed him information about the Han Yue Tribe.

Ever since the old chieftain died, that tribe had fallen into complete chaos.

The old chieftain’s family was purged, the Elder Council lost its authority, the generals each drew in their own forces, and factional struggles intensified...

If he had to describe it in one sentence, it would be:

The entire Han Yue Tribe was in a mess.

But even so, Louis hadn't expected the little princess of Han Yue Tribe to flee to Red Tide Territory, and even collapse unconscious.

The most critical part was that she would be dinner for a Frost White Bear at 5 PM!

“What in the world is going on?” Louis rubbed his brow, sighing.

Before Louis, there were only two choices—

Save, or not save.

He pondered for a long time, his fingertips gently tapping the tabletop.

Not save?

After all, the affairs of the Han Yue Tribe were extremely complicated, and Sif’s appearance had a small probability of leading to a series of unknown troubles.

Moreover, she was already unconscious in the wilderness, and at five o’clock, she would become dinner for a Frost White Bear; if she died, it would be over, and it had nothing to do with him.

But in the end, Louis still decided to act.

First, since Sif had already fled near Red Tide Territory, it meant she had left the power struggles of Han Yue Tribe, so saving her carried little risk.

Second, although he was not a saint, his simple values prevented him from standing idly by.

An innocent little girl, no matter her identity, if he had the ability to save her, he couldn't just watch her die.

Otherwise, his conscience would ultimately bother him.

Third, although this idea was too distant and unrealistic.

But what if one day his strength was sufficient to subjugate the Han Yue Tribe in Sif’s name?

Of course, it was too early to consider these things now.

In short, based on rationality, kindness, and even a little fantasy, Louis made a decision—save her!

“Lambert.” Louis called his Guardian Knight.

Lambert quickly walked in, bowing respectfully: “My Lord?”

“I’m going hunting. Have someone prepare,” Louis said casually.

Lambert was slightly startled, looking at his Lord with some surprise.

Ever since he arrived at Red Tide Territory, this young Lord had been busy with territorial affairs from morning till night.

Let alone hunting, he didn't even have time for morning strolls, yet today he suddenly seemed eager to go hunting?

However, as a qualified attendant, Lambert did not ask further, merely nodding in response: “Understood. I will arrange for hunters and knights.”