Throne of the North

Tundra territory.

Ryan considered whether he could increase his manpower and send mining slaves to other worlds to mine gold ore and amber jade.

But after thinking about it, I gave up. That place was on the front line of the indigenous people and nobles. Once large-scale mining was carried out, it would easily attract attention. By then, the gold mine would not be able to be defended by Ryan alone.

"Take your time, think of ways to increase the conflict between the natives and nobles in the alien world, and then gain the right to speak in the alien world."

"The development of the alien plane should be stagnant in a short period of time. Due to the riots in the forest, the nobles have suffered a lot of losses. We can take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune."

"But is this Blue Lion tribe really just one-minded? I have blessed them with so many warriors and given them so many weapons, but after so long, they still can't react to annex other indigenous tribes. Should we change to another tribe... …”

"A new batch of weapons has been sent to the Andala Kingdom. I don't know how the war between the Grand Duke and the southern nobles is going. I hope... it won't be too fierce."

"We still need to bring back some cat assassins. Although we don't know which of the two counts we are yet, the war between the empire and the Holy See has spread to the North Wind Province, and there may be trouble next."

"The cat-man assassin can also prevent the two secret methods in the Tundra Territory."

Ryan had a headache, blood burst out from his hands, and the note turned into ashes. These things can be recorded to clarify the next plan, but they cannot be kept forever.

But turning his head and looking at the civil issues sent by Atria, Ryan felt even more helpless.

The Tundra Territory is developing in an orderly manner. There are no problems in this general direction, but the small problems that arise because of this are constant troubles.

For example, some civilians have accumulated considerable wealth. They approached Butler Beard and wanted to repay the money owed to the lord, Baron Lane, over the years.

There are quite a few of them. For example, the houses, land, and food they originally lived in were all given to them by Ryan in the name of loans.

These civilians obviously didn't really want to owe the lord money. They just wanted to pay back the money when they had money.

Of course Ryan will not engage in anything like loan sharking in this area. The amount is as much as the amount is. The key is that if they no longer owe money, those civilians will probably not work so hard to open up wasteland.

This is what Ryan doesn't want to see.

"I have to draw some new pie."

Lane gave advice on the remaining minor troubles, and then expressed hesitation on the final deslavery.

People must have classes, which can increase cohesion, and as slaves at the bottom of the class, they naturally belong to the property of the nobility. Under certain circumstances, a closed loop is formed within the aristocratic territory.

For example, in the current tundra territory, the status of the lord is higher than that of the rich, and the status of the rich is higher than that of most civilians. The civilians feel that they are much better than the slaves, so they feel happy. The slaves are the property of the lord. When Master Lane was not so harsh on the slaves, the slaves were always smiling, and because of the wealth that belonged to the lord, no matter how many others there were, they would just bully them.

Under this system, each class has its own reasons to find the source of happiness, so the happiness level of the Tundra Territory is not low.

In addition, the towering silos are also part of the happiness.

Slaves were a very important link in the aristocratic domain.

Moreover, although Ryan has never actively paid attention to this world, he knows that the number of slaves must be not a few, many, many.

He is a baron and is not qualified to do anything special.

The deslavery submitted by Etheria was in response to Lane's previous plan. She believed that slaves could be pardoned slowly, every year or every month, and the conditions would be made clear so that slaves could become civilians through slavery.

Ryan agreed, but on top of that, he needed to add something.

Shangwen, Shangwu, Ryan values ​​these two points very much. Not everyone in the Tundra Territory can be illiterate, nor can everyone be weak. In this place in the north, only those with wisdom and strength can provide him with more loyalty to Master Ryan.

Simply put, even if a gifted child is born among slaves, they can be pardoned from slavery.

This is also a contribution, isn't it?

"that's all!"

Ryan printed the ring on the paper, and then watched the butler Beard come to the study.

"Sir, there is a letter from the Clayton family, and the caravan has also returned from Calais."

Ryan took the letter, which had a fiery breath. After opening it, he saw that Earl Clayton praised his development, and then mentioned the amber jade.

"The amber jade itself is a precious magic material. Klosterman needs it very much. This can accelerate the pace of it becoming a legend. The family will buy it from you through trade."

"In addition, most amber jade is just jade. A small number of amber jade, because of the name of amber, may seal some secrets from a long time ago."

"You have to pay attention. There may be some treasures found in some amber and jade stones."

"Some people have discovered artifacts in amber, and some have found the remains of gods in amber and jade."

“People on the West Coast are into stone betting.”

Ryan put down the letter, which spontaneously ignited without any wind.

He probably understood the function of amber jade, and at the same time he found a sales channel for amber jade. He could sell it to the Clayton family in bulk, or he could select a part and sell it to the West Coast.

However, the west coast is too far away, so Ryan decided not to consider it for the time being.

Amber jade needs to be found. The other-dimensional world with only ten years of existence cannot support a trade route to the west coast.

"I don't know if it will be useful to Master McKen. Master Luna needs a batch of amber to improve her magic practice, and there is also a magic tower. She seems to want to choose a piece of amber as the top of the magic tower."

"I hope the scale of the gold mine will not disappoint people."

Ryan soon received the second type of letter.

From some nobles in the North Wind Province.

The letter stated one thing, that is, their soldiers suffered heavy losses in the other-dimensional world, and wanted to ask Ryan to command the army again, hunt the beasts of the other world, and clean up some of them to relieve their pressure.

Ryan replied one by one, expressing his refusal, and implicitly mentioned that he had encountered some troubles. The priest of the Church died in his territory, and he was now in a mess.

These nobles have not been pushed to the limit. Ryan will not get much benefit after agreeing to it, so he naturally has to wait.

Soon, the third letter arrived, from a missionary of the Church. He hid his identity and came to the frozen land and handed the letter to a soldier.

"Respected Baron Ryan, welcome to become a believer of my Lord. The light of the dawn will not be lost in the darkness, but forgive us for not being able to crown you. Please do not reveal your identity as a believer for the time being. The glory of my Lord will surely illuminate the cold of the North."

Ryan's expression was strange. The Church really had a way to detect that the doctrine of the dawn was being used.

However, did they treat him as a missionary?

"It's a bit troublesome."

Ryan's eyes showed murderous intent. He took out a blank piece of letter paper and wrote with a quill pen.