Throne of the North

Ryan even felt that these nobles were just killing the fish in the pond. It is undeniable that most noble lords only think about pleasure in their minds, but it is too cruel to squeeze the slaves and free people of the North Wind Province at all costs.

"Maybe there are other reasons."

In any case, such a North Wind Province gave Ryan great confidence, so he dared to take these thirty people and go south without any plan.

Although he only has thirty-one knight attendants and one knight, such power has exceeded 90% of the pioneering lords in the North Wind Province.

Even among the barons, Ryan feels that such power can be ranked in the upper middle, and Brand can give him such confidence.

Don't look down on those nobles who have benefited from the family's legacy. They are much more rubbish than you think.

Didn't you see the look of old Beard looking at Ryan? Just that insignificant cognition and means made the old butler shocked. From this, we can see what those termites in the empire look like.

There are definitely capable nobles, but Ryan is smart. He won't contact those nobles who don't look simple.

When Ryan walked through the dark forest and the frozen swamp to dusk, hundreds of people followed him.

In addition to Ryan and his servant, Brand, Rosen and thirty knight attendants, there were seventy or eighty pairs of bandit slaves tied together by hemp ropes to form a long dragon.

These captured slaves looked desperate, and even the hemp ropes that tied their hands were prepared by them to kidnap the passing mountain people.

They looked at Brand and other guards with fear.

Of course, they didn't dare to attack this noble team, but their own methods were not up to standard, and Ryan noticed the traces, and then followed the traces to find their lair.

Ryan also found seventy or eighty rubbed and shiny silver coins. As for gold punk, it was only circulated among nobles and chambers of commerce that relied on great nobles. No matter which one they couldn't afford to offend.

Looking at the villages and fortresses looming in the distance, Ryan stopped and turned to look at the group of slaves.

"Untie them."

A group of serfs looked at Ryan in confusion, and there was still fear in their eyes, thinking that the noble lord was going to kill them.

Ryan said loudly: "Now, I give you two choices."

"First, I will give you as a gift to my friend Baron Hatton."

"Second, from now on, you are my slaves, come back to the frozen land with me."

"Now everyone give me an answer."

Hearing Ryan's words, the group of slaves all breathed a sigh of relief, because they were not going to kill them.

Seeing that no one spoke, Rosen beside Ryan roared, and the pressure of the knight made all the slaves tremble.

"You only have one minute!"

Finally, someone came out and said tremblingly:

"Noble lord, I want to go to Hatton."

They didn't even choose to flee to the frozen land when they were escaping, because they knew it was too cold there, and they would probably freeze to death in a few days.

Ryan looked at him coldly and laughed.

"You have to think about it. You slaves are all escaped from other lords. If Baron Hatton knew you were an escaped slave, do you think you have a chance to enter the mine?"

Hearing Ryan's words, the serf's face changed drastically, and then he knelt directly in front of Ryan.

"I am willing to be your slave. I can farm. I used to farm one acre of land..."

"You can shut up. The lord doesn't need a talkative mud leg." Old Beard looked at him coldly.

He called the slaves mud legs for a reason. Flattery, opportunism, and kicking people when they are down. For slaves, they stand at the lowest point of morality.

What's more, Ryan almost died in the mountains because of these slaves not long ago, which made him very angry.

Afterwards, all the remaining people naturally became the first batch of slaves of Baron Ryan.

"Evil times." Ryan looked at those pairs of fearful and flattering eyes and couldn't help smacking his lips.

"Fortunately, I'm a noble."

...

Harton Castle.

A fat man with a bucket waist was eating the greasy pig's trotters handed over by the maid next to him. As for his hands?

He was stretching them into the almost transparent clothes of the two delicate maids, and even under the table, a long-haired maid could be seen busy.

At this moment, the butler with a low eyebrow came in, and his eyes greedily scraped the two blushing maids, then lowered his head and said:

"Master Harton, there is a baron outside who wants to visit you."

"Baron? Who?" Harton said casually, and his big face trembled for a moment at this moment.

"He said his name is Ryan Clayton, and he is a teenager."

"Baron Ryan, the kid from the Clayton family who hasn't grown all his hair yet? The unlucky guy who inherited the frozen land territory?"

Harton said with disdain, and then looked at the butler.

"What do you think this brat is doing here?"

The housekeeper lowered his head, "This... I don't know."

Hatton sneered, "Idiots are idiots. Ryan probably just arrived in the frozen land these two days. There is no food in that place where no birds even shit."

"It's still winter now. You can't grow food in that broken place of frozen land."

"Hahaha, if that brat doesn't want to starve to death in the territory, he will definitely come to buy food."

The butler raised his head in shock, and took the opportunity to glance at the two maids again.

"Master Hatton is wise!"

Hatton enjoyed the butler's admiration very much, took out his hand and waved.

"Okay, let's go meet this Baron Ryan."

...

From a distance, Ryan saw a round lump rolling towards him, as for the slaves and civilians of Hatton territory around him, they were kneeling or standing on the ground in a daze.

"Hahaha, I heard that the frozen land territory has a lord a long time ago, Baron Ryan, my friend, I am really happy to see you."

"Baron Hatton, I am also very happy to see you."

Although he looked disdainful when he heard Ryan's name before, Hatton was still very happy when they met.

This is not false. With his personality, he doesn't have such good acting skills. After all, this person was also specially selected by Ryan.

The empire, and even the aristocratic circle of the entire continent, has a relatively mature circle of contempt.

The great nobles despise the small nobles. The small nobles from the great noble families look down on the small nobles with no background. The small nobles without background look down on the wandering nobles whose families have fallen. The wandering nobles look down on the nobles who marry into the family.

The nobles who marry into the family also look down on the former nobles who have become pioneer knights and have no noble title.

The Hatton family is a hereditary baron. When it came to his father's generation, the old Baron Hatton made a great determination to abandon the territory that had been eroded before and came to the North Wind Province.

Unfortunately, the old Hatton could not withstand the cold wind of the North Wind Province and died quickly.

So Hatton still has a good impression of Ryan, because in this contempt chain, everyone is a baron but Ryan has a better background than him.