Throne of the North

Using divinity, the Marquis of the North Wind was bathed in golden sunlight all the way from the Imperial Capital to the North Wind Province. This scene was destined to be recorded and passed down.

The entire empire and even the entire southern world would know that the Marquis of the North Wind, Korisna Columbus, was a person blessed by the gods. He was favored by the gods, the great Lord of the Dawn, the God of Light.

Everyone was a witness, and what they saw with their own eyes would give the most impeccable appraisal of this grace.

The amount of divinity consumed in this process must be huge, and the more so, the more recognized the identity of the Marquis of the North Wind would be.

Only the furious voice came from the holy mountain in the south, and the pope who was closest to the gods was roaring.

"Hypocrites must die! How dare they blaspheme the glory of the Lord, how dare they make choices on behalf of the gods!"

"Empire, you should be destroyed!"

Even at the beginning of the war, the Church had never been so angry. Everyone recognized the identity of the Marquis of the North Wind as a divine benefactor. Only they, the devout believers of the Lord of the Dawn, knew the whole truth.

"The blasphemer should be exiled to the abyss forever!"

After the rage, the Holy Mountain became extremely quiet, and the silence was a little scary.

In the North Wind Province, on the Thunder Cloud Mountain, many nobles could only bite the bullet to meet the Marquis who came from afar.

The Marquis of the North Wind, Korisna Columbus, is a middle-aged man with blond hair and golden eyes. His appearance can attract most women in the world, and perhaps also some men. When the nobles saw the appearance of the Marquis of the North Wind, they subconsciously thought that only such a flawless face could be favored by the gods.

However, the Marquis's temper seemed not very good.

"For many years, no blasphemers from the Church dared to invade the land of the Empire. Only the North Wind Province became the first land invaded by the Church."

"This belongs to the Empire, to the great Columbus, and is a land that blasphemers cannot enter."

"But they still came. It seems that there are still many flaws in this land."

"I come here on behalf of the great God of Light and the Empire, to this place desecrated by the blasphemers. I will purify all the darkness and filth here."

At this moment, Ryan also understood why.

Why the merit of destroying a thousand Holy Heavenly Knights and repelling their legion Damon is so small in the eyes of the Empire that it is so small that the North Wind Province is only exempted from tax for one year.

Because only when other interests are involved can the merit brought by another thing be suppressed.

For example, at the level of war, the previous war in the North Wind Province was undoubtedly a huge victory that could inspire the Empire's war in the south.

However, it is different at the level of faith in the gods.

The favored one, that is, the marquis in front of him, thinks this is a blasphemy. This is not a victory, but a shame.

On the land of the empire, on his territory, the blasphemers of the Church appeared, which was an insult to the gods.

How could such a shame be considered a victory?

The majesty of the gods does not allow a trace of stain, and the North Wind Province has become such a stain.

Such an understanding made Ryan speechless, but in this world that does have gods, it seems extremely reasonable.

As believers of light, they naturally think that the approach of darkness is a fault.

For the favored, it is even more of a shame, a shame that they are not devout enough in their faith.

The battle of faith suppressed the credit that the North Wind Province should have, but it was the entire North Wind Province that bore all this.

Ryan, who understood this, looked at the Marquis of the North Wind with an unfriendly look.

He looked at Lord Hora, the sky knight's eyes were a little erratic at the moment, and it was obvious that he could not make some decisions.

Most of the nobles around were also intimidated by the grace of the marquis. Ryan was speechless in his heart, and finally stood up and looked at the Marquis of the North Wind in front of him.

"Baron of the Frozen Territory, Ryan Clayton, meet the Marquis."

"Clayton?"

Marquis Beifeng paused, then looked at Ryan.

"Oh, so you are the little guy of the Clayton family. You look a lot like your father. Earl Clayton is also my friend. Back then, he and I were together..."

Marquis Beifeng was reminiscing about the past, and Ryan also smiled, as if he had established a relationship with the Marquis. Soon, the two stood side by side.

"Mr. Marquis, since you have such a relationship with my father, I will also arrange some soldiers to be your guards when you come to Beifeng Province."

"Beifeng Province is close to the northern border, and you know that it is not so safe here."

"Besides, I heard that your fiefdom is a radius of 100 miles around Leiyun Mountain. You may not know that there are many other nobles' lands in this 100-mile land. With my people helping you, you can also know which ones they are."

Marquis Beifeng Korisna Columbus frowned and looked at Ryan.

"Baron Ryan, my territory was granted by the Empire and the royal family, and was crowned by Emperor Columbus himself. It is as sacred and inviolable as yours was back then."

"The Empire and the royal family have granted me a hundred miles of land around Leiyun Mountain. Everything here belongs to me, and there is no one else's land."

As soon as these words came out, the nobles around him looked at each other in a subtle way, and they gradually realized that this was a political struggle between the Marquis and them.

"My Lord Marquis, that piece of land belongs to my Baron Enzo family. The territory of the nobles is also sacred and inviolable. There is my flag planted there."

Baron Enzo stood up and said, and other nobles also spoke up. They were unwilling to give up their own territories.

"Those lands are the spoils we harvested after defeating the Church and Count Weiss. They were strictly divided according to the military merits of the Empire to each noble who won the victory."

"The victory of the war is recognized by the Empire."

Ryan also whispered beside the Marquis Beifeng, but everyone could hear his voice clearly.

"Baron Ryan, that's not how it works."

Ryan opened his eyes wide, with an unbelievable look on his face.

"Has the Empire deprived Count Weiss of his title?"

When these words came out, even the Marquis Beifeng twitched his mouth and almost coughed.

How dare he answer this? The royal family has no right to deprive a noble of his title, and to put it bluntly, the war between the Empire and the Church is a war between divine power and royal power. What is royal power? Every ruler in the empire, every noble who owns a territory, is a representative of the royal power.

The royal family also needs the support of all nobles, not only within the empire, but also with the support of so many nobles in the south. How could they possibly say something like depriving the title, which would alert nobles all over the world?

Count Weiss is fine, but the other nobles are not like Count Weiss, who is a prisoner. They control the land and territory with huge military forces.

Marquis Beifeng was frightened by Ryan's words, but he didn't know the situation in Beifeng Province, so he just thought Ryan was a pawn pushed out by the nobles here. After all, the two earls didn't speak, and it looked abnormal for a baron to speak so much first.

He began to educate Ryan in the tone of an elder, with a serious tone.