Throne of the North

Upon hearing Lane's words, Viscount Wittman was furious.

There is an unwritten saying among nobles, that is, when a noble is called lonely, it means that the family is no longer a member of the noble family, but has become a wandering noble.

What is a wandering noble? That is, they have nothing but the ancient nobility of their own blood. They can only wander, relying on their status as nobles to eat and drink in the territories of other nobles, waiting for one day to get something. Opportunities in your own territory.

Viscount Wittmann could not accept this day the most. He would never allow his family to decline in his own generation.

In that case, he will become the laughingstock of the family and the most incompetent master of the Wittman family.

"How dare you insult a viscount!!!"

Wittman's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Just when he was about to order everyone to swarm over, kill Lane's soldiers, and then suppress Lane, Lane spoke again.

"Maybe I didn't insult you. A nobleman, a viscount, would actually compete with goblins for a cave. If this were revealed..."

Ryan's words made Wittman's face hot, and he was already angry to the limit.

"However, I can take you away to a relatively warm place. At least there, the heavy snow will not cover your knees, and there will be no cold wind in winter for three to five months every year."

"There, you can survive."

"Ryan, how dare you insult me..."

Wittman's roaring voice stopped abruptly in the dark cave.

His eyes were fixed on Ryan. Not only him, but everyone in the cave was staring at Ryan.

"The snow will not reach the knees, and there will be no wind and snow for three to five months every year?"

"Is there really such a place?"

Many people whispered, and Viscount Wittman also stared at Ryan.

"Is everything you said true?"

"Of course it's true."

Ryan nodded, but facing a noble, he would not do a good thing for nothing.

"I can take you out of here, but the premise is that all your slaves belong to me, including the soldiers around you."

"You still belong to yourself, the lady beside you and your child."

Viscount Wittmann gritted his teeth. In that case, he would really become a wandering noble.

Negotiation and compromise are the fine traditional virtues of the nobility, and Viscount Wittmann is not willing to be left with nothing.

"You can keep three hundred slaves, and the soldiers can give them to you. You can also give me a piece of land to support myself. No, it doesn't need to be big, just a manor with good farmland."

Ryan refused:

"Mr. Viscount, I have stated my conditions. You can only accept it or choose to refuse."

"I am a viscount, a viscount, and you are just a baron!"

"It is precisely because you are a viscount that I am willing to take you away for free. This is the respect between nobles."

"snort!"

"You made me a wandering noble and a sinner of the Wittman family. Is this considered respect?"

"Baron Lane, I only want one hundred slaves and one manor. This is my bottom line."

"The manor..."

Ryan lamented that he didn't even have a manor.

"It seems that Viscount Wittman is going to refuse and live alone in this goblin cave?"

"Hmph, Baron, this is my territory, let's go!"

He cannot give up his property.

Wittman looked at Ryan condescendingly, and the soldiers around him moved forward again to drive Ryan away.

"Mr. Viscount, the only one who can save you now is me."

Ryan said and glanced at Brand.

The latter took a step forward, with a stag roaring in his eyes.

"knight?!"

Viscount Wittmann shouted in shock.

"How is it possible that there are still knights in Exnel?"

"There can be no knights in the continent of Exnel, except for me, because I can give you the blessing of knights and allow you to give birth to the seeds of life."

Ryan looked at the others. Maybe some of them were originally free people, but under Viscount Wittman, they all gradually became slaves.

"You should also know the legend of the deer spirit, and I am the only person who can give you the blessing of the deer spirit now."

"Are you willing to become my subjects, Baron Ryan?"

After Ryan's words fell, there was silence in the cave. It took a moment for Ryan to realize the reason.

It's very simple. These people are all slaves. They are Viscount Wittmann's slaves and his private property. They don't dare to make the decision themselves.

Moreover, no noble in any plane would trust someone who betrays his master. Under normal circumstances, only free people have certain rights to choose.

If a slave abandons his master and joins other nobles, he can only become a slave, his treatment will not change, and he will completely lose the opportunity to get rid of his slave status.

"Humph, Baron, you think too highly of yourself."

Wittman looked at Ryan indifferently.

Ryan was looking at him too.

"It seems that the only way we can resolve this issue is between nobles."

Ryan's expression was solemn, "Since you want war, then I will give you war."

"From this moment on, Baron Lane declares war on Viscount Wittman until the end of the gods."

The moment he swore, Brand and eight knight attendants had already rushed out, and a team of well-fed soldiers almost crushed the slaves and soldiers around Viscount Wittman.

Boom!

The long sword fell on a transparent barrier, and Ryan understood how the big goblin died.

That's right, there is no way to practice the Deer Spirit Knight Breathing Method on the Exner Continent, and the only way to continue the extraordinary power is magic.

"But, Mr. Viscount, you seem to be just a mage apprentice."

After Ryan finished speaking, Brand's long sword chopped down again, and the magic barrier was broken in an instant, and the long sword fell in front of Viscount Wittman.

The Viscount was finally terrified at this moment, and said tremblingly:

"Baron Ryan, everything is as you say, and these slaves are all yours."

Ryan came to Wittman, he took Brand's long sword, and without any hesitation, he pushed forward and stabbed the Viscount's neck.

Blood gushed out, gushing on Ryan's face and deerskin cloak.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Viscount, after communicating again and again, I found that you are too greedy."

"You seem to have forgotten that you are a viscount who needs to compete with the goblins for territory. You are not qualified to negotiate with me."

Ryan murmured in a low voice, and then swung his hand, and the boy who was not much different from him fell in a pool of blood.

When the long sword slashed towards the graceful woman, it was once again blocked by the magic barrier.

"I... I am Viscount Witman's wife, no, I am the daughter of Baron Yazhe."

"I am also a magician apprentice. I learned magic organization and can help you."

"He is my husband, but this is his and his ex-wife's child."

Sara Yazhe, who was frightened, said with a trembling voice, and then stiffly straightened her chest and squeezed her naturally beautiful face, which was meaningful.

Madam, please respect yourself, I am still a child.

Ryan retracted his sword and touched the Viscountess's chest.

At this moment, the Viscountess's body trembled slightly again.