Throne of the North

A group of more than a dozen people walked in the wind and snow, and soon arrived in front of the tower, which was a manor.

The light in the window flickered, and it was obvious that someone had discovered them, but it was too cold outside and no one wanted to come out.

Bang bang bang!

Brand slammed the heavy wooden door hard. The door had not been opened for an unknown period of time, and ice particles were scattered on the floor under the force of gravity.

"No need to shout, just go in."

As Brand broke through the door, they suffered no attack.

Walking into the courtyard of this somewhat Gothic-style manor and fortress, when facing the gate on the first floor, the power of the Bronze Knight did not work this time.

"What an ingenious design. With just a few buckles, the door weighing a thousand kilograms can be locked."

As soon as Ryan finished speaking, he heard a voice from behind the door.

"We have no food, please leave."

"We are not here to ask for food, we are here to bring you warmth and food."

Who knew that after hearing Brand's words, the faces of the people inside changed drastically.

"Are you a cultist?"

"What kind of cultist?" Brand was a little confused.

"We are not cultists. Open the door. We only have so many people. What are you afraid of?"

Ryan stepped forward and said in a heavy voice: "I am Viscount Wittman, open the door!"

Then within a few breaths, the door opened.

Looking at Ryan's figure, the face of the person who opened the door changed greatly, "You are not Viscount Wittman."

For a moment, more people came up from around them. They all had weapons in their hands, but it was obvious that they were not very skilled and they seemed to be a little unsteady in holding the weapons.

"Although I am not Viscount Wittmann, I am also a noble."

Ryan put his hand on the visor, and the next moment he took off a prismatic mithril visor, revealing an unusual face.

"you……"

The young man who spoke hesitated, but still said:

"I'll take you to see the Baron and the others."

After walking through several closed doors, Ryan found that the surroundings were obviously much brighter, and there were soldiers guarding them, although they looked listless.

Finally, Ryan met many nobles here in a restaurant.

Yes, there is not one, but eight nobles here. They are well-dressed and their hair is arranged meticulously, but even the paste on the exquisite silver plate in front of them still does not suit their status.

"Mashed potatoes?" Ryan was a little surprised. He actually saw potatoes. In an instant, his whole body became hot.

This thing should be very resistant to freezing.

Feeling Ryan's eager gaze, these people thought they were coming to grab food from them, so they all accelerated their movements.

It wasn't until they finished eating what was on the plate that the noble barons finally looked at Ryan.

"Who are you? I have never known any manor around there to have a nobleman like you."

"I am Ryan, Baron of the Tundra Territory."

"You don't seem to be having a good time?"

Ryan looked at these barons. It was obvious that under the eternal winter, they could only huddle together to keep warm.

"Hmph, how can you live so well? Can you still light the fireplace in this damn weather?"

fireplace? That's a good suggestion. Why did I forget this?

"Maybe, it really can."

Ryan looked at these nobles and asked directly, "How many more of you are here?"

"What do you mean?" a baron asked.

"I can take you away from this deathly weather, but let's make a deal first. If you leave here, you will lose all your noble status. From now on, you are just a commoner."

However, this group of people seemed to have not heard the second half of his words. They all opened their eyes wide and moved closer to Ryan.

"Can you really take us to the magic furnace city in the south?"

"Take me away quickly and I'll give you gold coins, ten thousand gold coins!"

"I have gems here. I'll give them all to you, as long as you take me to the south."

"stop!"

Ryan interrupted everyone's chirping.

"Come one by one, what price are you willing to pay, but first, won't you introduce yourselves?"

After Ryan finished speaking, the nobles in front of him seemed to regain their grace.

"I am Baron Archer."

"Archer? Who are you, Viscountess Wittman?"

Ryan asked.

"Shala? You saw Shala. How is she now? How is she doing?"

"She's not bad. She has a yard where she can grow flowers and plants without having to withstand the cold wind."

"Okay, that's good."

Baron Azhe relaxed and trusted Ryan a little more.

After listening to all the barons’ introductions, Lane continued:

"The place I want to take you to is not the south, but another world. That is my territory."

"After you get there, all your identities will be meaningless. No one will recognize you as nobles, even if you do look like nobles."

"At most, I will treat you as wandering nobles, but wandering nobles are not much better than civilians, so you must understand that if you want to live, you will no longer be nobles."

"Everyone here will become my people, including the soldiers who originally belonged to you."

After hearing what Ryan said, the nobles here did not react for a long time.

In the end, it was Baron Azhe who was the first to come to his senses.

"Is what you said... true?"

"I don't need to lie to you, and your daughter is also in my territory, you can see her."

"Okay, I promise you, I will live as a civilian in your territory, but you can't take away my surname."

"Okay."

Ryan nodded, but he couldn't just believe them.

"Then, swear in the name of the Lord of Dawn."

I don't know if the Lord of Dawn will get here, but in the world where the empire is, in the place where the Lord of Dawn shines, the price of breaking the oath is definitely more terrible than death.

After hearing Ryan's words, a baron couldn't help but refute.

"You can't deprive us of the right to become nobles. I ask you to keep our identity as wandering nobles."

"My territory doesn't need wandering nobles."

Wandering nobles mean that they may win over people's hearts. What if the common people believe that they can rise and follow them? This is what Ryan doesn't want to see.

"We are all apprentices of mages. How can we become commoners like those mud-legged people?"

"We are born noble."

Ryan looked at these people helplessly, "Forget it, let's take a step back. I will not allow you to live in my territory as nobles, so you must swear an oath."

"But if you can pay enough, I can give you a piece of wasteland in the territory and allow you to build your own manor and farmland there, but you have to pay taxes on your manor and harvest."

"This is my bottom line. I will make you rich. As for your unwillingness to give up your noble status, have you ever thought about who knows your noble status in another world?"

"Except for me who knows your origins, no one will care where you come from. If you say you are a noble, no one will think it is true."

"And if you become the owner of the manor, it means that you have the qualifications to recruit servants, guards and slaves. In the future, you can get the title of nobility more often than commoners through the efforts of your own family."

Hearing Ryan's words, the eight barons were silent, but with Baron Yazhe taking the lead in swearing, they all agreed with Ryan's suggestion.