Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 555 - 335: The Remaining Barbarians Prepare to Rebel
Chapter 555: Chapter 335: The Remaining Barbarians Prepare to Rebel
“Let’s see how our luck is today.”
Louis stretched out his right hand and waved it in the air, causing a translucent interface to appear. Words quickly danced before his eyes.
[Daily Intelligence Update Completed]
[1: Eighty miles north of Dawn Port, a large area of snowfield moss was discovered.]
[2: In the workshop district of Red Tide City, the steam-powered loom has entered small-scale production.]
[3: Remnants of the Barbarian Race in Border Guard Village are colluding with remnants of the Silver Plate Guild, hiding petroleum and magic explosion bullets, with plans for arson and explosion.]
Louis focused his gaze on the first piece of intelligence, his eyes brightening slightly.
This hardy plant can be dried and stored to make fodder for magical beasts.
The report also mentioned accompanying salt frost crystals, indicating it has a high energy conversion rate and could allow magical beasts to recover their strength quickly.
Currently, more and more magical beasts are being raised in Red Tide Territory; some are used to refine magic explosion bullets, some to pull heavy carts, and even some varieties can enhance the Knight’s Fighting Energy and vitality.
If the moss can be supplied steadily, it would mean that these magical beasts can grow faster, serve longer, and reproduce more.
Louis muttered to himself: “I must have this in my hands.”
Without further thought, he wrote a directive in the intelligence notebook: “List snowfield moss as a military resource. Collect, transplant, cultivate, and send samples back to the city for test planting and expansion.”
For things like this, he naturally doesn’t need to personally get involved.
The Red Tide Knight Order has squads specifically responsible for seeking and retrieving resources; all Louis needs to do is give the order.
Louis silently noted that this was good news; such intelligence on resources could directly be converted into strength.
[2: In the workshop district of Red Tide City, the steam-powered loom has entered small-scale production.]
Louis glanced over the second entry, showing no surprise; he had received a handwritten letter from Hamilton a few days earlier.
The letter reported: After improvements, the steam-powered loom could finally operate stably, and its output efficiency in single-person operation was more than six times that of traditional weaving.
The boy wouldn’t exaggerate; Louis was very clear about this.
Hamilton would never embellish with empty words; writing down the number six meant that the machine’s performance had been repeatedly verified.
It should have been worth returning to the city in person to confirm, but at the time, it was the crucial stage of shipbuilding in Dawn Port; he didn’t get distracted and only sent back a brief letter directing the workshop to proceed with production according to trial standards.
Seeing this entry in the daily intelligence merely confirmed that everything had begun smoothly.
Louis internally noted that this represented the textile industry in Red Tide City truly crossing a threshold.
[3: Remnants of the Barbarian Race in Border Guard Village are colluding with remnants of the Silver Plate Guild, hiding petroleum and magic explosion bullets, with plans for arson and explosion.]
Louis stared at this piece of intelligence for a few seconds, his gaze calm, without surprise.
The line connected to the Silver Plate Guild had been severed by him last year.
After Anthony was captured, the entire Silver Plate Commerce Association’s intelligence network in the Northern Territory was uprooted.
Those who needed to be killed were already killed, leaving only some stubborn remnants stirring up trouble in remote areas.
As for the Barbarian Race… Louis had long said that any spark of betrayal must be extinguished before it ignites.
Originally, he didn’t intend to handle such small-scale uprisings personally.
As usual, the necessary executions were enough for a round of cleansing.
But Louis paused for a moment, still reaching for the map on the table’s edge.
“Border Guard Village…” his gaze fell on an edge coordinate near Snow Ridge.
It was the village where the assimilated Barbarians were settled autonomously.
But autonomy was just an illusion; the Military Household System, collective management, and the constant presence of knights kept control tight enough.
Theoretically, nothing should happen unless someone stirs up trouble.
He said softly: “It’s time to take a look.”
Things at Dawn Port, like port construction and shipbuilding plans, were already on track; the trial sailing of the Dawn was successful, and the standardization of ship types began.
There was no longer much need for him to stay here.
And Border Guard Village… since its establishment, he hadn’t visited once; it was an opportunity to see how well the indoctrination had gone.
The room was not yet fully lit, with only a sliver of gray-white morning light streaming through the window cracks.
Sif woke up amidst a slight wave of Fighting Energy.
She didn’t open her eyes, just turned her head into the soft blanket by the pillow, with a familiar scent close at hand.
A moment later, she opened her eyes, half-asleep, looking at the figure not far away.
Louis sat on the thick carpet in the corner of the room, Fighting Energy faintly surrounding him like a layer of close-fitting and flowing light and shadow, pulsating gently with the rhythm of his breathing.
His hair was slightly damp, evidently having completed a round of training.
This was his routine morning practice, whether in Red Tide City or at Dawn Port, except during crises; he was always found cultivating before dawn.
Sif propped herself up, rubbing the corners of her eyes, her voice still somewhat hoarse: “Don’t you ever feel tired doing this every day…”
Louis didn’t open his eyes and only replied quietly: “As long as I’m awake, I train a bit.”
Sif didn’t respond, only staring at him for two seconds, then turned to lean against the headboard, tidying her disheveled hair.
When he finished and stood up, re-donning his cloak, she asked softly: “Are you heading to the port area today?”
“No.” Louis fastened his cloak, glancing back at her, “I’m going to Border Guard Village.”
Sif’s movement paused, her gaze shifting slightly.
She knew what that place was; the border of Red Tide Territory, where the assimilated Barbarian Race had been incorporated into the military household and were under knight oversight, seemingly self-governing but controlled tightly in reality.
She had participated in the negotiations for surrender but had never truly been there.
“Is something urgent?”
“A knight has detected some disturbance.” Louis spoke vaguely.
“You’re going personally?”
Louis nodded: “It’s a good opportunity to check it out. Everything at the port has entered the process; no need to linger here.”
