Lord of the Frozen Winter: Starting with Daily Intelligence Reports

After leaving the training ground, Louis walked along a dirt path with Sif, then suddenly stopped and walked towards a simple but clean wooden house.

"I'll go in and take a look," he said, pushing the door open.

Inside, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a faint scent of herbs.

A knight lay on a wooden bed against the wall, his face still pale, but much better than a few days ago.

He was Sir Javier, the knight who was injured in the battle with the Frost Giants a few days ago.

Seeing Louis enter, he instinctively struggled to get up and salute, but Louis gently pressed him down.

"Don't move," Louis frowned. "Your injury hasn't fully healed yet."

Javier showed a somewhat embarrassed smile: "My Lord, I'm much better."

"Don't push yourself," Louis pulled over a nearby chair and sat down. "What did the doctor say?"

"It's stable now, but recovery will take some time," Javier lowered his head, but seemed a little unwilling. "I'm sorry to have worried you."

"It's good enough that you came back alive," Louis sighed softly. "Don't worry, I will find a suitable potion as soon as possible to help you recover your cultivation early."

"Thank you, I will never forget your kindness, My Lord. Once I recover from my injuries, I will continue to serve Red Tide Territory."

Javier's voice was tinged with a slight choke, and his words were full of loyalty.

Sif stood aside, watching this scene, a ripple forming in her heart.

She had originally thought Louis was just putting on a show, doing superficial work.

But looking at the unfeigned loyalty in the injured knight's eyes, she suddenly wavered a little.

"Don't talk as if it's a farewell," Louis chuckled, stood up, and patted his shoulder. "Rest well and don't rush back to make a fool of yourself."

Before leaving, he also told the guards to take good care of him, making Javier tear up again.

After bidding farewell to Javier, Louis took Sif eastward, towards the riverbank.

The morning light scattered on the water, creating shimmering ripples, and several fishing boats were leisurely moored by the shore, with fishermen busy organizing their nets, occasionally accompanied by hearty laughter.

Louis looked around; the development of the fishery had entered a stable phase, and the number of fishing boats had increased slightly compared to the beginning, but the harvest was not as abundant as before.

He was not surprised by this; it was precisely the result of his deliberate actions.

To avoid overfishing and ensure the continuous reproduction of fish, he ordered the expansion of fishing net mesh sizes to allow young fish to escape.

At the same time, fishing had to adhere to fixed periods and included a closed fishing season, allowing the river and fish populations to recuperate, ensuring sustainable development of the fishery. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Fisheries Officer Luke saw Louis and quickly walked up to him, a hint of flattery on his face.

Louis nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the river: "How is the progress of aquaculture?"

"We've started experimenting," Luke patted his chest.

"We've selected several fish species adapted to cold waters and are trying semi-closed breeding," he said excitedly, pointing to the rafts on the water.

"It's still My Lord's foresight, considering long-term development for us early on, otherwise, in a few years, all the fish would be gone!"

"Hmm, you've done well," Louis praised casually.

Luke immediately smiled, waving his hands repeatedly and saying, "Not at all, not at all, all of this is due to My Lord's wise leadership!"

Louis chuckled softly, not responding.

Sif watched this scene from the side, secretly pouting.

She scoffed at this "wise lord" flattery but had to admit that the people of Red Tide Territory truly trusted him.

Louis glanced at Sif, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, fully aware of her inner thoughts, but too lazy to explain anything.

"Let's go," Louis said, stepping towards the Red Tide Territory farmlands.

The vast fields stretched out under the morning light, the rye stalks were noticeably thicker, the dark green leaves gently swayed in the breeze, the potato foliage was lush, and the turnips were also growing well, a scene of vibrant life.

Agricultural Affairs Officer Mick was leading several farmers on a patrol through the fields.

Seeing Louis, he quickly went forward, clapped the dirt from his hands, a simple smile on his face.

"In about ten days, the turnips will be ready for harvest. The rye is growing well, and there are no problems with the potatoes, so we should have a good harvest."

Mick said to Louis, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Louis nodded, his gaze sweeping over the fields, noticing that the ridges were neatly arranged and the soil was moist, clearly well-tended.

"Well done, Mick," he praised.

Mick froze for a moment, then his smile widened even more, even with a touch of excitement.

He clenched his fists, as if to suppress this joy in his heart, yet a smile couldn't help but escape from the corners of his mouth.

He owed his current position entirely to this young Lord.

In the past, he was just a slave toiling in the fields, not even qualified to look up at a noble.

But Louis not only granted him freedom but also put him in charge of all the farmlands in Red Tide Territory, transforming him from a humble slave into an agricultural supervisor.

Now, his greatest goal in this life was to do his best to improve the agriculture of Red Tide Territory.

To make this land feed more people and make this territory more prosperous than any other place.

"My Lord, I will not disappoint you," Mick said solemnly, his voice trembling slightly.

Louis smiled slightly and patted his shoulder: "Keep up the good work."

Then he looked at the beaming Mick, suddenly remembering something, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "How's your married life? Still getting used to it?"

Mick froze for a moment, then his old face flushed, and he stammered, /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ waving his hands: "W-what are you talking about, My Lord, don't tease me."

Louis laughed heartily and patted his shoulder: "Still, you need to be a bit more moderate; I don't want you too tired to get up one day."

The surrounding farmers also laughed along, and the atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

From morning until now, in Sif's eyes, Louis had gradually transformed from a cunning noble into a leader who cared for his territory, was approachable, and possessed authority.

Whether he was sincere or feigning, at least his people genuinely loved and respected him.

She was somewhat worried that if every territory in the North developed steadily like Red Tide Territory, the Han Yue Tribe would face a significant threat.

But then she thought, so what if there's a threat?

Those were the traitors who killed her family; it's better if they die!

Sif pulled her thoughts back and looked at Louis not far away.

The man stood in the fields, casually chatting with farmers and slaves, his tone relaxed, a hint of lazy amusement in his eyes.

As the breeze brushed past, his black hair fluttered slightly, silhouetted against the sunlight, his profile appearing exceptionally distinct.

Sif, for some reason, found herself lost in thought.