Winter Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 21 Sif escapes to the Red Tide Territory?

The aroma of grilled fish filled the air.

The women carried plates of freshly cooked fish and meat.

The people sat together, holding freshly grilled fish in their hands, eating and chatting, occasionally bursting into laughter.

"Homage to our great lord!" someone shouted.

Everyone raised their glasses and excitedly echoed, "To our great lord!"

Glasses clinked, and laughter rose and fell.

Louis, sitting in the main seat, watched all this, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

He preferred laughing, singing, and dancing around the campfire with ordinary people here to the intrigues and rivalries of the nobles in the south.

Perhaps due to the influence of alcohol, Louis casually accepted a xylophone offered by a knight.

His slender fingers plucked the strings, producing a series of clear notes, and he sang a folk song from his homeland (Earth):
"Edelweiss, edelweiss, blooming to greet me in the morning...May my hometown be forever blessed."

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

As the last note faded, cheers erupted like a tidal wave!
"One more song!" someone shouted.

"Your Highness, you sang so well!"

"One more song!"

Cheers to our lord!

As a result, everyone in the square joined in the commotion, and even the most reserved knight couldn't help but laugh.

Louis shook his head and chuckled, casually picked up a piece of grilled fish and took a bite, letting the laughter drift in the night.

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The next day, when Louis woke up, the morning light was already streaming into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and the air still held the smoke from the campfire the night before.

"...I probably drank too much." He rubbed his temples and sighed wearily.

He usually wakes up before dawn to practice his breathing techniques and cultivate his fighting spirit.

But last night was so enjoyable that I slept in late this morning, which is quite unusual.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his side, and only after confirming that the other half of the bed was empty did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, no mistakes were made.

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

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

It's still the same bottleneck: a mid-level formal knight, unable to make any progress.

Damn it, when will I be able to break through?

I have been training according to the strictest methods, but my aptitude is too mediocre.

Improving his skill level through sheer training is much more difficult for him than for others.

If only we could find something similar to Arctic cod...

Waste system, give it a break!

He thought to himself unambitiously, and casually opened the intelligence system to see what noteworthy news had been updated today.

[1: After the banquet, the agricultural official Mick proposed to Tanya, and she accepted.]

[2: Cold Front, the Icefield Wolf Cub, defeated all the wolf cubs raised by the Red Tide Territory and became their wolf king.]

[3: Sif, the former princess of the Coldmoon Tribe, fled to the Crimson Tide Territory. Starving and freezing, she collapsed in the wasteland and was to be devoured by a passing Frost White Bear at 5 PM.]

The first piece of information made him raise an eyebrow slightly. That old bastard Mick had actually blossomed again?!
This agricultural official spends his days with the soil, constantly thinking about how to optimize the land and increase harvests.

Unexpectedly, they accomplished something so important without making a sound.

Tanya, he remembered this woman, an indigenous widow in her early thirties with three children, resilient and capable.

It's quite surprising that Mick managed to win her over. "Hmm, congratulations! Looks like the Red Tide Territory's population will increase a few more." He chuckled and shook his head, happy for his old friend.

The second message was exactly what he expected.

As expected, Leng Feng stood out among the wolf cubs and became the wolf king!

Louis had confidence in it from the beginning.

After all, this wolf cub was born with a certain unruly and kingly aura.

Its size, demeanor, and eyes were all different from those of other glacial wolf cubs of the same age, so it was no surprise that it became the leader of the pack.

“Very good.” Louis nodded in satisfaction. “This is the Wolf Warrior I chose.”

However, his smile vanished instantly when his gaze fell on the third message.

Princess Sif of the Cold Moon Tribe?

Fleeing to the Red Tide Territory?

This intelligence sent a chill down Louis's spine.

The daily intelligence system keeps sending me information about the Cold Moon Tribe.

Since the old chief died, the tribe has been plunged into complete chaos.

With the old chieftain's family purged, the council of elders lost its authority, and the leaders began to consolidate their power, leading to increasingly fierce factional struggles...

If I had to describe it in one sentence, it would be:
The entire Cold Moon tribe was in complete chaos.

Even so, Louis never expected that the little princess of the Cold Moon tribe would actually flee to the Crimson Tide Territory and fall into a coma.

The worst part is that she's going to be the Frost Bear's dinner at 5 p.m.!

"What's going on here?" Louis rubbed his temples and sighed.

Louis was left with only two choices.

To save, or not to save.

He pondered for a long time, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table.

not help?

After all, the affairs of the Cold Moon Tribe are extremely complicated, and there is a small chance that Sif's appearance may lead to a series of unknown troubles.

Besides, she was already unconscious in the wasteland and would become the Frost Bear's dinner at five o'clock. If she died, it would be over and done with, and it would have nothing to do with him.

But in the end, Louis decided to take action.

Although this idea is too far-fetched and impractical.

But what if one day I become strong enough to subdue the Cold Moon Tribe in Sif's name?
Moreover, since Sif has already escaped to the vicinity of Crimson Tide Territory, it means that she has moved away from the power struggles of the Cold Moon Tribe, so the risk of rescuing her is not high.

To acquire a strong claim at a relatively low cost, this deal seems like a win-win situation.

Of course, it's too early to think about these things now.

“Lambert,” Louis called to his guardian knight.

Lambert quickly entered, bowing respectfully: "Lord?"

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

Lambert paused for a moment, looking at the lord with some surprise.

Since arriving in Red Tide Territory, this young lord has been busy with territory affairs from morning till night.

Forget hunting, I don't even have time for a morning walk, yet today I suddenly became so enthusiastic about going hunting?
Of course, eating, drinking, and having fun everywhere was the normal daily routine for a nobleman.

As a competent squire, Lambert didn't ask any further questions, simply nodding and replying, "Understood, I'll arrange for the hunters and knights immediately."

After saying that, he turned around and went to make the arrangements.

(End of this chapter)