Throne of the North

The weather was getting warmer. Standing on the peak of Rhinohorn Mountain, Ryan saw that there was no snow in many places.

There are no soldiers in the territory now, because they have all been sent to supervise the slaves to build roads.

Digging into mountains is an extremely dangerous thing, and the orcs suffered many casualties in this month.

But the more people died, the faster the roads were repaired, and the resistance Lane suspected never happened once.

I don't know if it was because the soldier's whip was painful enough or because he gave the slaves a lot of food.

"I wonder if a complete road can be built before these orcs die."

Ryan stood on Rhinohorn Mountain and looked to the south. He could already see a large gap in the mountain forest, which was the direction leading to the North Wind Province.

As Ryan stood on the mountain and watched, the figure of Viscountess Witman gradually approached. In the still cold wind, the Viscountess, whose belly had gradually grown, was also trembling a little.

"Why are you here, madam?"

Ryan asked. Considering her talent for meditation, the value of this viscountess plummeted, and he arranged to teach those maids how to read and count.

"Sir Ryan, I want to move down the mountain."

"Oh? Why?"

"You still have to teach them knowledge. It's very troublesome to live down the mountain."

As both nobles, Ryan still respected the Viscountess, and the initial thoughts that were aroused gradually calmed down during this period of time in the process of cleaning up the orc slaves.

At this moment, looking at the Viscountess, whose belly was slightly bulging and had become more attractive due to pregnancy, Ryan almost instinctively wanted to refuse.

The Viscountess didn't know what to say. The weather had warmed up recently and she had gone down the mountain several times. She could always hear some blushing rumors in her ears.

"I'm on the mountain, and I'm giving you a bad reputation, Lord Lane."

Before Ryan could say anything, not far away, the old butler Beard walked over and said with a slightly hoarse voice:

"Madam is right. Master Ryan wants to get a wife. Spring has begun, and the caravans from the south are gradually heading north to avoid rumors."

"I will let people build a small manor at the nearest location at the foot of the mountain. Madam will live there then. If Master Lane wants to meditate on magic, he can go up the mountain."

After hearing Beard's words, the Viscountess's face became hot, but Ryan didn't have anything to say.

After the Viscountess left, Ryan looked at the old butler.

"How are those children? Can they learn?"

Beard nodded. Since the population of the territory has increased, the old butler has become increasingly unable to do what he does alone. Ryan also directly asked him to select a group of smart teenagers and teach them reading and literacy, especially arithmetic. After After Ryan personally changed, those teenagers have improved by leaps and bounds.

"Hey, this kind of thing should have been left to the Clayton family members who are willing to follow Master Ryan to the north. That way they can be trusted. Now it's easier for these idiots."

"Master Ryan, you don't know. Every time these idiots know that they need to be taught something new, they want to take a carving knife and carve words on their hands."

"It's a good thing to be studious." Ryan smiled and didn't care about the spread of knowledge to civilians. .

"This way you can relax a little bit. Spring is here, and your old guy's body is not as strong as it was when we first came to the Tundra Territory."

"Hey." Beard sighed.

"I would rather die of exhaustion than those mud-legged people have the opportunity to interfere in Master Ryan's territory."

"Don't worry, they are loyal to me, and they can't be my stewards, that's Beard's."

Ryan smiled and said, he is indeed very loyal. There is no disloyal person in the entire Tundra Territory, including slaves, because for more than a month, Beifeng Province has been in a mess. At this time, every time Ryan gives him food, he can Let those slaves cry out.

The smart young men selected by Beard were selected first among the most loyal among the loyal.

Hearing what Ryan said, Beard was also a little excited, but then his eyes couldn't help but worry.

"That kid was detained in Feiyi Canyon. I don't know if he is dead or not."

"Flying Wing Canyon has been safe for so many years, so it's not that easy for people to die."

Ryan patted Old Beard on the shoulder.

"I have sent people to look for him. If Beard is still alive, he will definitely be able to bring him here."

When Ryan came to Beifeng Province from the imperial capital, he had less and less money and fewer manpower along the way. The old housekeeper's son, Little Beard, was also detained in Flying Wing Canyon.

As road construction continues, the time has come for spring plowing. There are fewer and fewer people left in the villages and towns at the foot of Rhinoceros Mountain. Those civilians have been staying in the plowing fields all night, and a pile of bird droppings falling from the sky is all over. It's going to be a fight.

In the North Wind Province, countless displaced people either became slaves, or returned to their homes only to find that they had nothing.

For a time, the entire province was wailing. I am afraid that in the coming days, more and more people will become slaves.

The more slaves there are, the lower the price. The chambers of commerce in the empire are like vultures seeing carrion. They arrived in Beifeng Province more than half a month ahead of schedule today.

What a coincidence for Ryan was that there were a group of people related to him who followed these caravans to Beifeng Province.

"Master, Master Ryan, I finally see you."

In the frozen land, a boy who seemed to have no chance to wash his hair, one or two years older than Ryan, who was brought by Rosen, ran towards Ryan crying.

It was the old housekeeper's son, Little Beard.

"You were... released?"

Ryan was a little surprised, because according to his calculations, the people he arranged should not have arrived at the Wing Canyon.

"Thank you, Master Ryan, the masters of the Clayton family brought me out together."

Ryan only saw the team behind Beard at this time.

Hundreds of majestic war horses, with flowing manes like scarves tied by women's hair, these are not highland war horses, but grassland horses from the south, not belonging to the empire.

There are also twenty carriages, each with seven or eight oak boxes. Judging from the weight of the wheels, they should be made of iron or something. Of course, one of the carriages is not for transporting goods, but for the noble lord to travel. The tall wheels are actually covered with a layer of silver edges, and the surface of the carriage is engraved with expensive magic circles, like red roses but with restrained light.

The two white horses pulling the carriage made Ryan unable to open his eyes. They were magic beasts.

Magic beasts, no matter how weak the magic beasts are, they are at least comparable to bronze knights because they have mastered magic power. Formal knights need to form a group to hunt.

In addition to these things, there are 150 soldiers wearing armor and holding spears guarding next to them, and the five descendants of the Clayton family who lead them.

That is, the old butler said that they are the people who can really trust him to manage the territory, but these people are obviously more suitable for the army.

Five people, all bronze knights, and they also practice the Clayton family's Flame Dragon Knight Breathing Method.

"Master Ryan, the Earl ordered us to hand over your soldiers and wealth to you."

"A total of 50,000 gold coins, 10 sets of enchanted mithril armor, 100 knight lances, 100 knight armors, 500 kilograms of grain seeds, 1,500 pieces of linen, and the mammoth wool cloak that the Earl brought back from the depths of the North, a Clayton family carriage, 150 knight attendants, and five Clayton family knights."