Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 510 - 314: New Daily Intelligence
Chapter 510: Chapter 314: New Daily Intelligence
Louis slowly raised his other hand and gently made a stroke in the air.
A semi-transparent light screen quietly appeared before his eyes, unfolding silently.
[Daily Intelligence Update Completed]
[1: A “Rift-spined Snow Scorpion” has been found in the shallow valley north of Dongxi Ridge.]
[2: The Imperial Capital’s Dragon Throne meeting has officially passed the proposal to appoint the Sixth Prince Astha Augustine as the “Royal Reconstruction Envoy for the Northern Territory.”]
[3: Signs of Fishmen activity have appeared near “Sunken Wave Reef” outside Breakwave Bay, numbers are yet to be clarified.]
Louis raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze first falling on the first piece of information.
“Rift-spined Snow Scorpion… another resource-type creature,” Louis muttered to himself, already accustomed to categorizing intelligence.
Such precious magical beasts found in remote cold lands often carry some extractable substances.
According to the description, the scorpion’s gallbladder is rich in toxic glandular substances, yet its poison is not purely lethal, but acts as a catalyst to stimulate blood vitality and fighting energy fluctuations.
After being cooked or refined, it significantly enhances the cultivation of the knight class.
Louis took out a small booklet from his bedside and swiftly noted: “Dongxi Ridge · Rift-spined Snow Scorpion · Gallbladder · Fighting Energy Catalyst · Priority Capture”, encircling it with a red frame at the end.
When returning to Red Tide City, the Beast-hunting Knight Team should take action.
Over the years, with the support of the intelligence system, Red Tide Territory has secretly accumulated astounding fighting energy boosting materials.
Demon Beast Meat, Enhanced Mead, Combat Meditation Incense, Blood-boosting Herbs…
There is even the Shadow Trial Arena, an almost hack-level fighting energy cultivation space.
What outsiders see as precious treasures, hard to come by, have almost become daily occurrences here.
Louis once even joked: “The biggest worry about being a knight in Red Tide is that your stomach can’t hold this week’s supplies.”
Such words would probably sound absurd to knights from other territories.
But under Louis’s command, this is nothing but the plain truth of daily life.
Those knights, from initial cautious observation to now loyal devotion, have relied not on empty slogans, but through the gradual allocation of resources.
These resources form cohesion, they form combat strength.
Unlike knights in other noble houses who queue for years or draw lots just for a taste of demon beast meat.
Knights of Red Tide know well, as long as they follow Louis, rewards are always on the horizon, and cultivation naturally advances.
Ah, the Lord’s grace can’t be repaid!
Louis looked at that piece of intelligence, a smile curling at the corner of his lips: “Scorpion gallbladder… can add to everyone’s menu again.”
Then, the second piece of intelligence slowly came into view.
[2: The Imperial Capital’s Dragon Throne meeting has officially passed the proposal to appoint the Sixth Prince Astha Augustine as the “Royal Reconstruction Envoy for the Northern Territory.”]
Louis did not appear surprised, only slightly furrowing his brows, as if confirming a result he had foreseen days ago.
“As expected…” he murmured softly.
This wasn’t a sudden storm, but rather the ancient pot of the Imperial Capital starting to simmer once more.
With the Emperor missing for half a year, the empire’s power center is shrouded in turmoil.
He already knew that neither the Royal Family nor other nobility could sit idly by while the Calvin Clan controlled both the Northern Territory and Southeast Province.
Even though the Northern Territory is filled with scars and scarcity, it still possesses considerable mineral deposits and Cold Land Magical Beast resources.
Louis chuckled self-deprecatingly, yet his gaze remained as steady as ice.
As for the Sixth Prince… Astha Augustine.
A nearly forgotten pawn now being placed back on the board, given the title “Reconstruction Envoy”, clearly not for management but for balance.
“Still… better than directly appointing the Sixth Prince as Governor.”
This indicates there has already been bargaining and compromise within the Dragon Throne meeting, the Calvin Clan temporarily withstood the sharp edge, with the title of reconstruction envoy essentially just a transitional fig leaf.
At least in formality, the Northern Territory remains vacant.
And that’s enough because as long as that “Governor’s Chair” remains unoccupied, he, Louis, is still the de facto sole ruler of the Northern Territory.
“But.” Louis sat up straight, a hint of wariness in his eyes: “The Sixth Prince, after all, is of royal blood.”
He wouldn’t be naive enough to think a cowardly prince poses no threat.
Even a semi-exiled pawn, as long as that golden bloodline halo remains overhead, no matter how incompetent, can attract a swarm of sycophants.
Especially those Southern Pioneer Nobles who have but a superficial understanding of the Northern Territory yet pride themselves on being astute.
But Louis was not afraid, his mouth curling into a mocking smile.
“Now do I fear a prince who can’t bring resources nor muster a Knight Order?”
The entire Northern Territory, from Frost Halberd City to Red Tide Territory, from the Southeast Grain Warehouse to coastal projects, has long been a political machine driven by him alone.
He controls resources, hearts, geography, and the unique edge of the [Daily Intelligence System].
Even if enemies plan in secret, he can always be a step ahead to see through their stratagem.
“The intelligence is still insufficient… I’ll have to watch and wait.”
Naturally, Louis did not let down his guard, there was just no further detailed intelligence for now, he had to wait, and so he continued to look down at the page.
[3: Signs of Fishmen activity have appeared near “Sunken Wave Reef” outside Breakwave Bay, numbers are yet to be clarified.]
Louis’s gaze sharpened slightly.
This third intelligence is a type of threat warning, but for him, “bad intelligence is not necessarily a bad thing.”
If he only finds out when the Fishmen come ashore to snap ship masts, it wouldn’t be a warning, but a disaster.
