Throne of the North

Ryan returned to the Frozen Territory with a large amount of firewood and ordered that the firewood be stored in the warehouse. Some of the firewood would be taken out in the sun to dry, waiting for the winter when they would be used.

Ryan's guess was correct. The firewood in the mountain forest world was very durable and generally of high quality.

"Sir, this is the amount of arable land reclaimed by several lords in the Frozen Territory this month. Please take a look."

Looking at the table marked on it, Ryan praised Beard.

"Yes, tell them that if the reclamation of these arable lands can be maintained next year, their debt of 500 gold coins will be forgiven."

Bird looked surprised, and then said:

"Master, you are so kind."

"Let them pay off their debts earlier, and they will reclaim the wasteland faster than now."

Ryan put down the monthly report in his hand and asked:

"Has Lord Yazhe given up the reclamation?"

"Yes, Lord Yazhe felt through Madam Sarah that your business route in the future in the frozen land will definitely make a fortune, so he joined in advance."

Sara was the lady official of the Viscountess. When Ryan was in the frozen land, she knew Ryan's plan for the frozen land late at night.

"However, I heard from Lord Yazhe's wife that they did not completely give up the reclamation, but waited until Master Yelena's magic research was completed before reclaiming the wasteland. They thought that would be faster than the current reclamation speed."

"I have an idea."

Ryan nodded. Since Lord Yazhe had a plan, he would not force him to go to the reclamation.

Not long after, Brand came to the castle. He was very idle when he followed Ryan to leave, but after returning to the frozen land, this young man who was about the same age as Ryan also became busy.

"Brand, you look good, but it seems that it is not because of the breakthrough of the knight's cultivation, but because you get along well with Etria?"

Brand blushed rarely and handed over a list.

"Master, I have found all the people you need for you."

There are two hundred names on it, and their family relationships, addresses, and some simple descriptions behind the names are equivalent to a roster.

"Two hundred reserves, including the people we added before, I will have nine hundred soldiers in two months at most."

Ryan smiled with satisfaction. The quality of these recruits is not bad, and nearly half of them are promoted from the militia.

He put down the list and looked at Brand.

"So, have you decided on the candidates for the nine centurions?"

"Harrington..."

Brand said four names, and he personally thought that these four people could become centurions.

Ryan listened and nodded, because these four people were the four people who originally came to the Frozen Territory from Earl Clayton with his wealth, and they were all from the Clayton family.

Of course, it was also because the four of them were indeed the four most powerful silver knights in the army today.

"I plan to select the remaining five centurions from the army, and the strongest one will get the status of centurion."

"Deuces are also selected in this way, and the strongest warriors are the leaders of the soldiers."

"Okay, let's do as you say, but don't forget that all officers need to learn."

Brand couldn't help but nodded with a headache. There was no way. This was the only requirement of Master Ryan, that is, every deuce and centurion must learn a considerable amount of knowledge.

Most people were very happy because this was a wealth that could be passed down from generation to generation, but when they really learned, the wailing in the barracks made the people of the Frozen Territory think they were attacked by demons.

But no one rejected it, and all the soldiers praised Master Ryan's kindness.

The days of the lord, of course, are commanding others. For several days in a row, Master Ryan was in the castle, commanding the arrangements of the whole frozen land during the day, and letting the maids line up to check the knowledge progress during this period at night.

Life is nourishing, making him extremely fortunate that he has traveled to the body of a noble.

Gurgle gurgle~

The fruit wine went into his throat, and the fragrance of the fruit made Ryan intoxicated. He became more and more certain that such fruit wine could be sold at a sky-high price in the south, especially on the west coast. Now he only needs to wait for his father-in-law, the Viscount Melendez family, to send the money for the previous batch of fruit wine to verify the truth.

However, it seems that there is no peace today. There are birds circling in the sky, and the soldiers found a body.

"A preacher of the Holy See? Or a priest?"

Ryan was a little surprised that the high-level talents of the Holy See would appear here.

The hierarchy within the Holy See is terrible, but from the Pope to every monk, they can say that they are believers of the Lord of Dawn.

However, most of the believers in the Holy See are just monks or nuns.

A small number of people will stand out and become missionaries. Their words represent the will of the gods, or in other words, they are qualified to interpret the thoughts of the gods.

At this time, ordinary monks and nuns can no longer say that they are missionaries.

Conversely, the Pope can also say that he is a missionary or a believer. This is a downward compatible identity level distinction.

In short, if you look at it simply, the huge church has only two sides of one group.

That is, everyone is a believer of the Lord, but some are monks and nuns, and some are missionaries.

Missionaries are equivalent to the nobility of the empire, above countless monks and nuns. Of course, on the surface, they are not as extreme as nobles and ordinary people.

On the basis of missionaries, some missionaries will get some rights.

For example, if a missionary serves as a priest in a church on a piece of land in a certain country, then this kind of missionary is a missionary with status, similar to a baron with territory.

Going up, as a bishop of a region, the status is comparable to a viscount with a fiefdom.

From level to level, the church seems to be a believer of the Lord on the surface, and there is no difference, but in fact, the hierarchy is so strict that low-level monks can't refute those clergy with power.

This is why Ryan was surprised. A missionary died, but a missionary with the status of a priest died in the North, which is equivalent to the death of a baron of the empire.

This is not a trivial matter.

The priest is a priest in the church he manages, and is also called a priest by people other than believers. When he leaves the church, he will walk as a priest of the Church.

Therefore, the priest walking outside is the priest inside the church, and the priest in the eyes of outsiders.

"What's wrong with that? Why did you die near my frozen land? You are not thinking this way."

Ryan murmured, and then waved his hand.

"Throw him away, no, burn him directly, find a place where no one is."

If the relationship between the empire and the church was not like this, Ryan would definitely hand over the body to the nearest church as soon as he found it, so as to avoid trouble.

But now, he just wants this thing to never happen.

What? You said that a priest died around my territory? It doesn't exist, there is no such thing.

What? The priest of the Church is going to judge me for the truth? What do you mean? Do you want to challenge all the nobles of the empire? !

The war has begun, and there is no need for any extra mercy.