Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1 Daily Intelligence System
The biting wind howled, whipping up ice and snow that lashed against the dead tree trunks by the roadside.

Louis sat in a rickety carriage, the wheels making a dull creak as they rolled over the hard, icy ground.

He looked down at the Northern Territory Lord's Expedition Certificate stamped with the royal seal in his hand and gave a bitter smile.

Three months ago, he was hit by a dump truck and transported to another world, where he was reborn as Louis Calvin, the son of Duke Calvin.

However, after being reborn as a Celestial Dragon, he hadn't even had a single day of good life before being appointed as a pioneering baron, tasked with expanding his own territory in the North.

This is not a good thing.

The North is frozen year-round, barren and desolate, and threatened by glacial giants; it is simply not a place for humans to live.

Although the Empire nominally controls the North, many areas remain under the control of the Snow Country remnants.

Even two years ago, a large-scale rebellion nearly caused the North to completely break away from the Empire, and it took a huge price to suppress it.

The empire thus realized that relying solely on the northern nobles was not a sustainable way to maintain stability.

Therefore, the emperor ordered the sons of various noble families to go to the northern border to serve as pioneer lords, exchanging their territories for their power to stabilize the frontier.

At the same time, it can weaken the power of some nobles, which is a win-win situation.

Of course, the noble families weren't stupid; how could they not see through the emperor's scheme? Most of them simply sent out the less important members of their families to deal with the emperor.

Louis was one of them.

As the least successful of the Duke of Calvin's twelve sons, he naturally became the first choice for this matter.

After receiving the pioneer certificate, the family gave him eight hundred gold coins, several carts of grain, three elite knights, ten regular knights, and thirty apprentice knights, and urged him to set off immediately.

Judging from this lineup, it's clear that Duke Calvin had no intention of letting his useless son establish himself in the North.

As long as he doesn't die on the way, it's fine. Dying in the North is considered completing the mission. The main point is to participate.

No one believed Louis could survive in the North, and even he himself wasn't very confident.

How can a recent graduate survive when suddenly thrown into this freezing, dangerous place?
Louis tugged at his cloak, but it still couldn't ward off the bone-chilling cold.

He couldn't help but curse under his breath: "Damn it, aren't all transmigrators supposed to have a cheat code? How come I don't have a single one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mechanical female voice sounded in his mind.

"Daily intelligence system loading..."

Louis was stunned and before he could react, information about the intelligence system kept flooding into his mind.

Daily intelligence system.

Every day, several pieces of intelligence related to oneself are randomly pushed to the system, covering resource locations, personal secrets, and even future events...

This cheat code is arguably the most ideal tool for a pioneering lord.

The North is a place full of uncertainty, with various dangers, but also many opportunities.

In this environment, the system pushes important intelligence daily to help people avoid danger and acquire resources.

This undoubtedly paved the way for him to become a powerful lord.

More importantly, even in the worst-case scenario, the daily intelligence alerts allow you to escape in advance.

Having understood all this, Louis could no longer suppress his elation and chuckled softly.

The lord's dark and hopeless journey has finally seen a glimmer of hope!
"Daily intelligence system loading complete!"

As the notification sound rang, a semi-transparent screen appeared before Louis's eyes, with several lines of text rapidly flashing across it.

[Daily intelligence update complete]

[1: At noon today, the Third Prince of the Iron-Blooded Empire was inspecting the stables when he was framed and fell into a manure pit, drowning.]

[2: The Duke of Calvin's tenth daughter was born.]

[3: Three kilometers to the west, a glacial crevasse will reveal schools of Northern Crystal Cod at dawn.] [4: Knight Roy will mix Frost Scorpion Venom into your dinner broth.]

……

Filled with excitement, Louis read through the list from top to bottom.

The first two pieces of information were of little help to his current situation; at most, they provided him with some psychological comfort in his predicament.

For example, they might mock the Third Prince for his misfortune in the palace intrigue.

And once again marveled at his father's boundless energy and astonishing fertility.

But when his gaze fell on the third piece of information, his eyes froze.

"Three kilometers to the west, glacial fissures will reveal schools of Arctic cod at dawn."

Northern cod! This is a rare and highly sought-after delicacy.

Before heading to the North, in order not to sit idly by and wait to die, Louis did a lot of research on the North, which happened to include this kind of fish.

They live in extremely cold waters, and their flesh is not only delicious.

Most importantly, fish bones contain a special substance that can purify impurities in a knight's bloodline and enhance their strength.

This thing is extremely rare and hard to find on the market!

This isn't just about how delicious it is; it's an opportunity to make money, build connections, and even boost your combat power!

This system came at the perfect time. He was worried about how to establish himself in the North, and now the opportunity has been delivered right to his doorstep.

After calming himself down, Louis continued reading, but then his smile suddenly froze.

"Knight Roy has mixed Frost Scorpion venom into your dinner broth."

Louis's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze unconsciously swept over the knights who were busy at work not far away.

They were setting up camp around the fire; some were putting up tents, while others were unloading equipment from their horses.

Several knights responsible for cooking were preparing ingredients, pouring chopped meat and wild vegetables into a large pot, where steam slowly rose in the cold night.

A kind-looking knight was half-squatting beside the pot, stirring the soup.

It was Roy.

A chill ran down Louis's spine.

A knight appointed by his family was secretly plotting to kill him?!

He had thought that although these official knights looked down on him, they at least obeyed his orders as their lord. He never expected that someone would be preparing to send him to his death!

Being banished to some godforsaken place was bad enough, but before they even arrived, someone couldn't resist taking advantage of them.

Damn it, it's impossible to guard against.

Fortunately, there's a daily intelligence system, otherwise I might have been killed off immediately.

A knight's voice came from outside the carriage, mingled with the whistling of the cold wind: "My lord, dinner is ready."

Louis straightened his clothes, then slowly lifted the curtain and stepped down from the carriage.

The firelight illuminated the camp, and the hot meat soup in the iron pot bubbled and simmered.

The strong aroma mixed with the cold wind entered the nasal cavity, unconsciously arousing a bit of appetite.

The knights sat around the campfire but did not begin to eat.

As is customary, he, as the lord, must finish eating first before the others can begin.

Louis's gaze swept across the crowd before finally settling on the iron pot, a smile playing on his lips.

(End of this chapter)