Throne of the North

A group of soldiers who looked like refugees walked out of the mountain forest, and everyone was covered in dirty snow and mud.

Ryan, who was lying behind a trainee knight, couldn't help but his eyelids twitching, but as he walked out of the forest, the scene in front of him shocked him.

At his feet was the ridge of the mountain forest, and the dense trees blocked his view for several hours.

In front of them, a plain, or rather, a snowfield, appeared at a height of fifty or sixty meters.

The vast white world filled his eyes, with dozens of houses scattered sporadically on the thousands of square meters of snowfield.

Further ahead, there is a mountain that looks like a rhinoceros horn, probably two to three hundred meters high. From Ryan's perspective, the angle between it and the ground is about forty or fifty degrees.

The tip of the rhino horn penetrated into the extremely cold wind and snow in the north, making Ryan almost feel as if there was a huge rhino beast standing in the ground below, watching him.

It was shrouded in the vast snow, and mortals could only vaguely see its outline. Even so, the pressure brought by it still made the eight trainee knights and Beard around them breathe quickly.

"This is Master Ryan's territory..."

Even though the old butler looked like he was about to die, he still didn't feel tired after walking for such a long time.

The physique of a formal knight still makes Ryan envious.

Is the white world in front of me the place where I will grow old and die in the future?

Ryan couldn't help but be curious, but soon, these ten people could no longer be curious.

Because...it's cold.

Without the obstruction of the mountains and forests, the cold winter wind in the north made ten people's teeth chatter, and the flying snow that fell from time to time fell on Ryan's neck, making him shiver.

"It's so cold."

Even the old butler, who was a formal knight, couldn't help but shrink his body, but when he looked at the pale-faced Ryan, the anger in his eyes almost dispelled all the coldness.

"Damn it, if everything belonging to Master Ryan hadn't been detained in the imperial capital, how could the young master's rich body be reduced to such a state?"

As he said that, he looked at Ryan, and couldn't help but shed tears again in his old eyes.

"When the Earl comes back, he will definitely not be able to spare those people."

After hearing Beard's words, Ryan, who was so passive that he forgot about his fatigue, also fell silent.

As a baron personally crowned by the royal family, of course he should not have only such an old butler and eight trainee knights by his side.

During the coronation ceremony, Columbus III gave him a hundred guards to follow him. Thirty of them were formal knights, and the remaining seventy were trainee knights. The three knight captains headed by him had the strength of the Silver Knights. .

There are hundreds of war horses and three carriages containing supplies for developing the territory, which should be worth no less than a thousand gold coins.

There were also dozens of slaves to serve this young baron, including the Catwoman who was used by Columbus III to corrupt him.

However, in the short distance from the palace to the gate of the imperial capital, his carriage was gone and his slave was gone.

His escorts were also detained outside the imperial capital for various reasons. In the end, only fifty trainee knights followed Ryan and left the imperial capital for Beifeng Province.

When he arrived in the North Wind Province, he had only eight trainee knights and the old butler Beard left with him.

Most of the remaining forty-two guards and the old steward's son, Little Beard, were detained in checkpoint territories along the way. Little Beard was even imprisoned in the Beifong Province and other provinces of the empire. Connected Wing Canyon.

The predecessor, Ryan, was full of anger and resentment about this, and even thought about Count Clayton's counterattack after returning to the empire, and then brought himself back to the warm and comfortable south.

But now Ryan is very clear that the various difficulties along the way have represented the blockade of the Clayton family by most interest groups in the empire.

If everything is settled before the earl returns to the empire, it will be too late to wait until the other party returns to the empire.

And even if the earl is stronger and can bring order to things, the baron of the Northern Tundra Territory cannot be changed. He is a baron personally crowned by the royal family, and there is absolutely no possibility of change.

So even if the Clayton family has the possibility of counterattack, those things have nothing to do with them.

From the moment he received the title, he was already separated from the Clayton family.

From now on, behind him is not the Clayton family, but the Tundra Territory, Baron Lane.

In his name, a new genealogy will begin from him.

Bang!

Ryan was completely submerged in the snow. The cold white snow was no longer as beautiful as before. The biting cold made Ryan's consciousness blurred as he had already lost too much blood.

When he came back to his senses, he was already on the back of the old butler Beard, and in front of him were seven kneeling guards and the guard leader Delen who was punching one of them.

"How dare you throw the Baron? Rosen, you deserve to be hacked to death!"

All of Delen's anger exploded on the guard named Rosen. There was also fear in his eyes. Ryan looked like he was about to faint just now, which made him seem to see his own head in this white field. A bright red line rolled out on the ground.

He drew his knight's sword, but Ryan's voice from behind made his arm hang in the air.

"Okay Delenn."

Ryan stopped the guard captain. After all, he only had these nine people left with him.

He looked at Rosen, whose face was also a little pale, not sure whether it was because of fear or because of the coldness of the North.

"Rosen, and you, get up first."

Ryan insisted on falling off Beard. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he felt that as the backbone, he must now show a quality that makes people hopeful.

Of course, the key is that he saw the fairly flat road leading into the village.

"From now on, this is where we live."

He did not take excessive care of Rosen. In this strict era, that was not a good thing.

Ryan's small body trembled as he walked on the land road. At this moment, he was very glad that he still had some foundation in knight training.

Behind him, the old butler Beard and eight guards with different expressions looked at Ryan's figure with some surprise.

And in front, in this unknown village, more than a dozen men were already looking at him with dung forks and other "weapons".

Ryan took a deep breath and looked at the obviously malnourished villagers in front of him. His voice was childish but naturally majestic.

"I am Ryan, the lord of the frozen land."

In this era, there is no way to impersonate. As nobles of the ruling class, everyone is related to each other.

After hearing Ryan's words, the group of villagers in front of him threw away everything in their hands in an instant, and knelt down to Ryan.

"Lord, you are finally here."

"Now that the lord is here, we have food."