Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 596 - 354: Yorn’s Merry Days (Part 2)

Chapter 596: Chapter 354: Yorn’s Merry Days (Part 2)

“Hmm.” Louis smiled faintly and then changed the topic, “Furthermore, there’s no need to select the demonstration city anymore; it will be Frost Halberd City. Using that city as the base, we’ll build a new Frost Halberd City, which will serve as a window to showcase the Red Tide system and fulfill my promise to Duke Edmund.”

Bradley whispered, “This is the most suitable choice, my lord. The terrain is good, the transportation is close, and it holds enough symbolic significance.”

Louis put away the map, his tone calm, “We don’t need to compete for face, only results. Once the Northern Territory operates according to the rules of Red Tide, his little prestige will naturally be stripped away completely.”

……

After being summoned by Louis that day, Kosa and Gray left the main castle without any special tasks and continued training as usual.

Occasionally, they would accompany Louis to certain places inside and outside the city for small-scale escort missions, yet there were no thrilling or exciting tasks.

Until three or four days later, they received an order and learned that there would be a large-scale outing, and this mission was extraordinary.

Louis would be heading to the Frost Dragon Territory to attend the northern reconstruction meeting, a gathering of all the prominent lords in the North and representatives from the Red Tide Council.

The journey was expected to last fifteen to seventeen days, starting from Red Tide, passing through various territories in the North, and then entering the Frost Dragon Territory.

Of course, Louis decided to inspect the affiliated territories along the way, to examine the implementation results of the Red Tide system, and they would witness all of it firsthand.

And they soon realized the uniqueness of this outing mission.

In the morning, the snow in Red Tide City had not yet melted, the main street swept clean, the cold light reflecting on the stone bricks like a mirror paved for the lord.

The giant carriage Louis was riding in slowly rolled out of the main castle, engraved with the Red Tide emblem, its thick armor reflecting cold light, and the front hung a banner with the Sun insignia, a symbol of rulership.

Eight frosty steeds trotted forward in unison, their hooves sounding like drums, pulling the entire carriage like a slowly moving iron fortress.

On both sides of him was Lambert leading the Transcendent Knights arrayed at the front, followed by a large-scale Red Tide Knight Order.

Over three hundred knights formed into five vertical columns, cloaks and battle armor glistening in the morning light, long spears raised like a forest, creating an indestructible steel torrent along the streets.

Every knight had undergone strict Red Tide training, from physical fitness and tactics to fighting energy manipulation, all above Elite Knight level.

Rumors were that no one in the Northern Territory dared to challenge the sharpness of the Red Tide Iron Cavalry.

Civil servants, secretaries, attendants, wagons of supplies, and a scouting convoy unfolded in sequence, with gunmen guards and crossbow riders patrolling the wings for protection.

The entire team exceeded five hundred people, its organization complete, yet as it advanced, it was like a precise war machine, everything orderly.

As the procession passed through the main street, residents already waited on both sides, whispering prayers or shouting loudly.

Craftsmen tipped their hats in respect, children waved small Red Tide flags, the streets echoing with shouts of “Long live Red Tide!”

Kosa rode toward the back of the convoy, feeling the majesty closely for the first time.

Wind swept forward, carrying the breath of iron and fire, he gazed at the carriage like an iron fortress, his heart filled with shock and fervor.

“This is… the bearing of the Lord of the North.”

Gray rode beside him and couldn’t help but turn his head to grin and say, “In the future, we will also be knights standing beside Lord Louis, right?”

Kosa said nothing, instinctively gripping the reins tighter.

……

At Silver Ridge Hill’s morning, the snow line still hung in the mountain hollow, the wind murmuring a deep hum through the cracks of the mining veins.

Yorn Harvey clutched the reins, his steed snorting atop the slope.

He raised a hand to shield his eyes, gazing down the mountain to see the silver iron vein like a fishbone lurking in the earth, stretching long through the woods.

“Let the hunt begin!”

At the command, drums roared from the temporary camp below the mountain.

A dozen knights marshaled their horses into a dispersed formation, closing in from the wings, hunting dogs weaving through a set course, startling a fawn and spraying snow half as high as a person.

Yorn drew his bow and nocked an arrow, releasing it, the feathered shaft cutting through the wind and landing swiftly into the deer’s shoulder.

“Hit!”

“Lord Viscount, your hand is steady!”

Several young knights spurred their horses forward, swinging their spears as they planned to chase more prey.

An attendant hurriedly advanced to take his bow, handing over a cloak while repeatedly praising, “Truly a hundred shots, a hundred hits, my lord!”

Praises poured onto him one after another, like a warm flow dispersing the morning chill.

Yorn couldn’t help but throw his head back in laughter, thrust his bow into the attendant’s hands, and dismounted, quickly moving to the fawn to hold its antlers.

“Tonight, let’s feast!” He turned his head, smiling like a flame, “Follow me, we can’t leave our brothers hungry.”

“Hooray!”

“Long live Lord Yorn!”

The compliments carried genuine warmth, which cheered Yorn’s heart.

He suddenly untied his pouch from his waist, scattering a handful of golden coins, the gold tumbling over the snow, startling the young knights almost to leap for joy.

“Hold them steady, don’t let them fall!”

“Thank you, my lord!”

“Lord Viscount is generous!”

The crisp sound of metal blended with laughter, even warming the wind somewhat.

Yorn looked at them, unable to restrain himself from tossing another handful.

The attendant cautiously reminded from the side, “My lord, today you have given quite a lot…”

“What ’a lot’?” Yorn firmly patted the attendant’s shoulder, “Earn more, give more; Silver Ridge won’t miss a bit of this.”

He turned back to look at the mine sheds on the mountainside; they were standard mine sheds constructed by Red Tide craftsmen, square wooden frames standing on stone foundations, rooftops covered with snow-proof tiles, chimney vents exhaling thin smoke.