Throne of the North

While in the Danube Province, Ryan had to visit Lord Pascal. As one of the four earls in the Danube Province, the Earl Pascal family is the oldest in this land.

Moreover, the other party controls an extraordinary army, the gargoyle army, which makes Ryan extremely curious. Maybe they really don't need to eat too much food?

As a nobleman, Ryan visited the Earl who had just returned from the Divine Grace Festival in the Imperial City for one day.

"Baron Lane, the proud son of the Clayton family."

Count Pascal is a middle-aged man with an almost perfect figure. Why does Ryan know? Because when Ryan saw this person, he was playing with ten charming maids in the pool.

Every maid was naked, but when Ryan arrived, they stood out of the water without hesitation. As a serious person, Ryan certainly didn't look sideways.

However, the earl's indifference still made him a little jealous, and his eyes could only fall on the upper body with six-pack abs.

"If you like it, I can give you two. These are exquisite maids that I have spent more than ten years training."

"The count loves it, how can Ryan take it away."

Ryan said this. He really didn't have much interest in those maids. For more than ten years, I am afraid that the shape of the earl would have been all over his body that attracted people to explore.

Putting on a layer of robes, Count Pascal looked at Ryan and asked:

"Tell me your reason for coming. You want to lead your team back to the North. This is not a problem. As a noble, I should open the door for you."

"That's not the case."

Ryan looked at the Earl, who seemed to be easier to talk to than expected.

"I would like to ask your lord, Lord Count, whether the food from the Danube Province can be traded with the Tundra Territory for a long time."

There is only the Flying Wing Canyon between the Danube Province and the Beifong Province. This earl's energy should be able to safely send the food out, right?

"Sending food to the North? You should contact the Chamber of Commerce for this. There is also a Chamber of Commerce in my family, and we will continue to go to Beifeng City next year."

Pascal didn't know why Ryan found him just to talk about this.

Ryan shook his head and said:

"What I want is a direct transaction between the Pascal family and my tundra territory."

"oh?"

Count Pascal looked at Ryan, this time he was really at a loss.

"What I hope is that one million catties of grain will be traded every quarter."

Ryan's words made the earl open his eyes wide.

"Does your territory need so much food?"

Normally, a person consumes about one kilogram of food a day. After all, slaves and those mud-legged people only need to stay alive.

Even in wealthy provinces, civilians only consume about one kilogram of food a day.

One million kilograms is enough to support 10,000 people for 100 days. If you save a little, it will not be a problem to live for three months or one quarter.

And this is only 10,000 gold coins. It is very cheap to grow food yourself, but it is always sold at a high price.

"One quarter, ten thousand gold coins, I will pay the earl on time."

Ryan came up with the money method. This year's exchange amount is 40,000 gold coins, which is not a small amount for an earl family.

"Do you really have that much money?"

Count Pascal admitted that Ryan had changed his perception of the title of Baron. He spent 40,000 gold coins a year to buy food. Is this the kind of wealth a Baron can possess?

At this moment, Pascal couldn't help but send an army to Ryan's territory to see what was going on.

But he knew very well that his current situation was a bit sensitive, and the conflict between the Holy See and the Empire had escalated again. As a former supporter of the Holy See, he had to lower his sense of existence.

But 40,000 gold coins...

"Half, half a million kilograms of grain per quarter, I can only trade so much. Danube Province is not a big grain province."

"Then it's a deal."

When it comes to food, Ryan can only say that he accepts all comers.

"The first batch of food will be sent to your territory in one month."

Pascal wanted to know what was going on in Ryan's territory, but considering his current situation, he gave up.

"I believe that the earl will not break his promise."

Ryan directly left 10,000 gold coins, and the earl was surprised by his wealth.

Ryan, who finally reached a deal, led his team to continue heading north.

…

"These things come from my fiancée Avril Melendez's family. You also want to keep some of them?!"

Ryan's tone was cold as he looked at the soldiers in the Flying Wing Canyon in front of him. Riding on the back of Winter, he couldn't help but feel a little more murderous. When he heard his words, the leader of the soldiers in front of him was also stunned for a moment, and then paid the penalty. smile.

"Forgive me, Baron Lane, but I am ignorant. On behalf of the Viscount Wald family of Blazing Snow Province, I congratulate you on your eternal marriage to Miss Melendez family."

The Lord named Tisza was all smiles and even handed over a bag of gold coins.

As a noble, of course he understood that this was a show of mutual support in a marriage and represented the face of the two noble families.

If he had known that the young man riding on a coveted horse was a noble, he would not have stopped him.

Having said this, he couldn't help but look at the more gorgeous and noble carriage behind him with some doubts. It was strange that the restriction of Flying Wing Canyon showed that a magician was sitting in it.

How come nobles ride horses and mages sit in the best carriages.

But Lord Tisza could only apologize and sent Ryan's team out of the Wing Canyon.

"Forgive me, Baron Ryan. It is really under martial law these days. The Holy Knights of the Holy See left here not long ago. It seems that they went to the Kingdom of Andara. The empire's order is to strictly investigate."

…

"Back."

The moment he walked out of the Flying Wing Canyon, the unique cold winter in the north gave Ryan goosebumps, but this coldness made him feel extremely warm.

Logically speaking, if he hadn't come of age at the age of sixteen, as a baron in the north, he might never have left the North Wind Province for the southern land.

I went to the south this time, and I don’t know when I will go next time.

"The thousand-strong extraordinary army of the Holy See left from the Flying Wing Canyon?"

Ryan was a little surprised, but he didn't care much. Even if a war broke out, the Holy See would never dare to attack the empire from the north. They could only force the empire from the south to the north.

Sure enough, in the first hour after Ryan returned to the north, on the Holy Mountain of the Southern Holy See, the angry roar of the Pope resounded up and down the Holy Mountain, and a sharp blade loomed in the golden morning light.