Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 512 - 315: Mai Lang Territory in Felan’s Eyes

Chapter 512: Chapter 315: Mai Lang Territory in Felan’s Eyes

After settling the affairs of Duke Edmund, Louis did not linger in Frost Halberd City, for the days of the autumn harvest were imminent.

This is the foundation upon which Red Tide Territory stands, not the sword of the Knight Order, nor the Empire’s seat, but those fields of golden Mai Lang.

If the seasons are missed, or if mistakes occur during the harvest, grain production will decrease, which in the current Northern Territory, almost equals self-destruction.

“Let the Cold Iron Knight Order escort Emily, Lady Irina, and Little Isaac back to Red Tide City first to settle down. I’ll return after the autumn harvest ends.” On the return journey, Louis looked at Emily beside him.

Emily lowered her eyes, her hand resting on her rounded belly.

She did not pout or try to dissuade him, merely speaking softly: “I’ll leave the autumn harvest to you.”

Louis was stunned for a moment, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Emily clearly needed companionship more than ever at this time, yet she still sensibly shared his burden.

He gently held her hand: “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Emily nodded without saying another word.

The carriage rumbled down the mountain path, and the scenery ahead gradually opened up.

The entire valley was covered in heavy golden wheat, the ears drooping like waves of gold, rising and falling in the sunlight.

Hundreds of transparent greenhouses were neatly arranged, reflecting a silvery sheen under the autumn daylight.

“Is this… truly the Northern Territory?” Lady Irina stared at the scene before her, eyes filled with disbelief.

She had grown accustomed to the famines and desolation of the Northern Territory, yet never expected to see such abundance on the bleak permafrost.

Meanwhile, Felan, the leader of the Cold Iron Knight Order, rode forward with barely concealed curiosity.

Without beating around the bush, he spoke directly: “Lord Louis, may I stay? I wish to see firsthand how Red Tide Territory produces such astonishing grain on this permafrost.”

Louis smiled gently, not refusing: “Of course. Seeing it with your own eyes brings peace of mind.”

In truth, Louis was happy to do so; some things are best witnessed firsthand. Only by allowing these newly affiliated knights to see Red Tide Territory’s strength can their doubts truly be alleviated.

……

Thus Emily, Lady Irina, and Little Isaac, along with most of the Cold Iron Knights, had already set off ahead to return to Red Tide Territory.

Under the escort of the Cold Iron Knight Order, Louis did not worry about their safety.

After all, this group, claimed to be the strongest knight order in the Northern Territory, would suffice to ensure his family’s safe arrival at Red Tide City, even during insect plagues.

He, on the other hand, left only a small number of attendants and headed straight for Mai Lang Territory.

At the valley’s entrance, Green and Mike had already been waiting for some time.

Though Green was born a Knight Calvin, he now wore a civil servant’s uniform, holding a thick stack of ledgers.

Mike, meanwhile, still carried the image of an elderly farmer with graying hair, his sleeves earthy with soil.

The two had been standing for half an hour, just to pay their respects the moment the Lord arrived.

“I’ve kept you waiting,” Louis dismounted, his gaze lingering momentarily on Green and Mike.

One handles administration, the other handles production.

They have managed Mai Lang Territory methodically; not only is the harvest abundant, but the people’s hearts are stable, and storage and transport are seamlessly coordinated.

Under their management, Mai Lang Territory is now not just a subordinate domain, but the most important cornerstone of Red Tide next to Red Tide City.

Louis felt genuine satisfaction towards the two.

Seeing Louis dismount, Green immediately stepped forward and respectfully said: “Lord Louis, on behalf of all Mai Lang Territory citizens, Green welcomes Lord back.”

Mike followed suit, hands clasped, his face showing a rustic, unabashed smile: “Everyone’s been looking forward to your arrival. The citizens heard you were coming for inspection and are working hard to show you.”

“How’s this year’s harvest?” Louis didn’t waste words, directly asking.

Green then opened the prepared ledger and reported: “Lord, this year’s autumn harvest is expected to yield a total of 197,000 tons, over seven percent more than the initial year’s 115,000 tons.

Among them, over 60,000 tons of green wheat, over 30,000 tons of rice, and around 100,000 tons combined of beans and root crops…”

This array of numbers and details struck everyone’s ears like hammers, especially those Cold Iron Knights unfamiliar with Red Tide Territory.

Felan, initially relaxed with arms crossed, was already surprised by the sprawling fields seen throughout the journey, mentally prepared.

But with Green’s report, his expression became somber, eventually freezing completely.

197,000 tons!

What concept does this represent?

In his mind, even the combined efforts of several dozen territories in the Northern Territory might not achieve such production.

Yet now, a newly cultivated land of just two years can independently support tens of thousands of people’s food needs and still have surplus to aid others.

“This… this is simply unbelievable,” Felan muttered, brow furrowing.

Though he’s no civil servant skilled in ledgers, as a knight who fought all his life, he understands too well what food signifies: military strength, survival.

Such a number makes him suspect it was exaggerated by Louis.

Felan turned to Green, staring intently: “Are you sure these numbers are correct? Not exaggerated?”

Green’s expression remained unchanged, instead standing straight, word by word: “Though it’s not completely harvested, it’s close enough. I’d stake my head on it.”