Throne of the North

"I, I..."

The Viscountess's teeth were trembling.

Ryan guessed correctly, she was indeed a few months pregnant.

"He won't know."

The Viscountess cried pleadingly.

Alas, I am still too kind.

Ryan pinched the lady's fair skin and looked at Viscount Wittman who died beside him.

"I hope he will never know."

"I must, I must."

Ryan had turned his head and looked at the slaves around him.

"According to the rules between nobles, you are already my slaves."

Groups of people knelt down, they had changed their masters, including the soldiers.

But the next moment, Ryan looked at Brand and the others, and after giving them a look, Brand walked towards the soldiers with a long sword.

Ryan didn't want to leave hidden dangers for himself. These soldiers were loyal to Wittman and acted arrogantly. At the same time, if he didn't kill them, what if they wanted to use Viscount Wittman's descendants to retaliate against him in the future.

On the contrary, slaves are safe.

Because slaves don't even have the qualifications to be loyal, they are just property, objects, they only have masters, and there is no loyalty to anyone.

Some soldiers wanted to resist, but in the end, they died, and there were 20 to 30 more corpses on the ground.

Fortunately, the spirituality they brought to Ryan did not disappear.

After this, Ryan could finally look at his property.

Five cows, 32 mules, 10 big-horned deer, and 2,500 shiny gold coins.

Although it is not quite the same as the gold coins of the empire, there is a stag head on it, but it doesn't matter.

The key to gold coins is weight. As long as the weight is the same, the value of the gold coins is the same, because gold also serves as a magical medium, so it is naturally a precious metal.

If you are worried, you can just recast it after returning to the territory. Anyway, purchasing power will not be a problem.

Silver coins are similar. Viscount Wittman's property actually has nearly 50,000 silver coins.

The ratio of gold, silver and copper is 1:20:100. Twenty silver coins equal one gold coin, and one silver coin is worth one hundred copper coins.

The difference that caused such a huge difference is the extraordinary attribute. Whether it is silver or gold, they have the attribute of being a magical medium, but copper does not.

In short, this value is almost the same as 2,500 gold coins.

As for copper coins, there are only a few hundred thousand.

After thinking about it, Ryan probably understood why.

In this plane, because the winter wind and frost covered everything, countless people died cleanly, especially those nobles, who were particularly far away from each other, and gold and silver coins were themselves the circulating goods in the upper circle.

Between civilians and slaves with some money, almost all transactions were made with copper coins, especially slaves. If silver coins or even gold coins appeared in their hands, they would definitely die without a burial place.

No one would think that it was something that slaves should have.

Gold and silver coins were difficult to circulate, so they naturally saved up. Copper coins and the like were still in use. The viscount would not have too many in his hands, and he would not care about these things.

A gold coin is placed in the pocket, but a copper coin worth a gold coin has to be carried on the back.

It's easy to choose.

Anyway, all of them are cheap for Ryan.

"Are these bighorn deer controlled by the viscount using magic?"

After ordering people to bury the bodies, Ryan came to the ten bighorn deer that were quiet.

"He learned the magic control side. During the magic apprentice stage, he spent 6,000 gold coins to buy the most expensive beast control mark among magic apprentices."

"Branding the magic mark on the head of the bighorn deer can make the bighorn deer understand human instructions and get close to humans. After a long period of training, it can achieve this level."

"So, I lost 6,000 gold coins?"

Ryan looked at the Viscountess. The woman looked younger and younger. Perhaps it was because he had just asked her. She was only five or six years older than Ryan, that is, nineteen or twenty years old.

"What is the value of the magic weaving you learned?"

The Viscountess lowered her head, "Magic weaving is just an ordinary magic path, and my talent is not very good."

As if she felt that she should show some value, the Viscountess changed her words and said:

"But being able to weave clothes, as long as the materials are sufficient, the clothes can also play the role of a tool that solidifies magic."

"It sounds ordinary."

"Give me the meditation you learned later, and I will practice it."

After Ryan finished speaking, he didn't notice the red expression on the Viscountess's face, and saw soldiers running towards him in the distance.

"Lord, we found the iron ore hidden by the goblins."

"Oh?" Ryan opened his eyes wide.

Soon, he saw baskets of fine iron, and suddenly, Ryan couldn't close his mouth.

Seven or eight thousand kilograms of fine iron, as long as there is a blacksmith, they can be forged into armor or knight's sword. This trip to the other plane is simply too much to earn! ! !

"Move, everyone, move a little, move everything, don't leave anything behind!"

With a command, Ryan led a large number of slaves on their way home.

Back to the Tundra Territory, Ryan took the Viscountess back to the Baron's Castle in Rhinoceros Mountain amidst exclamations.

With an orphan and a widow, Ryan didn't know where to throw them to keep them alive, so he simply lived in the Tundra Territory. After all, a magician is not a knight, and he can't eat much in a day.

...

Late at night.

"Do I really have no talent for meditation?"

"Hi~ What position are you in? Why does it hurt so much? I'm a knight!"

Ryan looked at the Viscountess, who was wearing a tight-fitting tights, and he admitted that he was young and energetic.

But soon the pain between his bones made him ignore the fragrance reverberating between his nostrils and kept sucking in the cold air.

"What is needed to weave magic itself is to express your body's best condition so that you can weave the most comfortable and fitting clothes."

"The first thing a mage apprentice must learn is to understand his own body. Knowledge is power."

"It took me three days to learn the meditation method."

"Three days?!"

Ryan shouted. Even when he was learning the Flame Dragon Knight Breathing Technique in the Clayton family, he had never felt such pain from the depths of his bone marrow during training.

"Is this difficult?" The Viscountess was a little confused, but in order to show her worth, she still tried her best to teach.

He even used himself as an example, but at that moment the mountain peak suddenly became more bulging, which made Ryan even more painful.

Why am I only fourteen years old?

In the Baron's Castle, the old guy Beard, who had hurried back after hearing the news, tiptoed back, feeling a little nervous and a little relieved at the same time.

One thing about the Clayton family that is envied by the entire imperial aristocracy is that they are prosperous.

"Master Ryan is only fourteen years old, you still need to exercise restraint."

Half a month later.

Ryan completely gave up practicing meditation.

According to his progress, it would be a long time before he could break through and become a junior magician.

He looked at his spiritual panel.

"I believe that in the future there will be blessings from gods who specialize in magic."