Throne of the North

After all, Ryan's expectations were not fulfilled.

According to speculation, the newly discovered mountainous areas after the beginning of spring can only cultivate less than a thousand acres of farmland at most. This amount can only be said to be completely unable to quench the thirst of the permafrost territory with today's population.

"We have to continue to search, or find ways to open up farmland, and tell everyone in the territory that if someone can reclaim good farmland from the wasteland, I will reward his family with one acre for every ten acres, and the remaining nine acres will be rewarded to each person." Each acre will be rewarded with one gold coin, and no taxes will be levied on them for three years.”

Ryan is directly spending money. Nothing can stimulate development more than more benefits. Even those slaves have needs.

If someone can really do it, then the value of that person will completely exceed the benefits given by Ryan.

He hopes that some talents will emerge in his territory, instead of mediocre people who live around and eat and sleep all day long.

For the environment of this era, any technology is irrelevant. Only talents and rights are the first driving force for development.

Ryan patrolled his developing territory almost every day, but the call from the North Wind Province still made him understand that he was not a stand-alone noble.

…

"Sure enough, something happened."

"It's still a big deal."

Ryan looked at the letter sent by the Governor of Northwind Province to all the nobles. It only mentioned two things.

First, the empire's discussion of punishment for the Beifeng Province is to punish, not to deal with it. It seems that the orcs went south to ravage the entire Beifeng Province last winter, resulting in the death and injury of too many nobles, which still made the empire's nobles angry.

This responsibility will of course fall on the heads of the nobles of the North Wind Province, especially the Earl and Governor.

But judging by the meaning, the earl governor does not intend to resist alone. The pressure must be shared with everyone below.

As for the second thing... that seems much scarier.

"The Lordship System."

The palm of his hand was tightly grasping the letter in his hand, and even Ryan couldn't feel his fingers turning purple.

From the few explanations, Ryan seemed to have seen the bloody turmoil within the empire, whether it was political, military, or even economic.

No, it's on the road.

"Prepare the carriage!"

Ryan shouted loudly, and soon the gorgeous carriage from the Clayton family, pulled by two magical beasts, appeared at the gate of the castle. Ryan didn't even bother to have lunch today, and headed to the north with hundreds of knights and attendants. Popular province.

…

Snap!

The bark-woven whip fell on the orc's body, leaving a trail of blood.

"You damn orcs, hurry up and get to work. If you don't finish it today, all the orcs will have nothing to eat!"

On the hot construction site, the supervisor's loud voice echoed through the hustle and bustle. He deliberately let his voice drown out the sound of stone mining and road construction, trying to make the gentleman in the gorgeous carriage that was slowly driving in the distance take a look at him. .

"Hurry up and move the stones away from the road. Didn't you see that the lord has already come over? If you scare the horse pulling the cart, I will chop off your heads immediately!"

"Over there, kneel down, who allowed you to look up!"

Sitting in a carriage with a magic circle, even if it is driving on a road that has not been completely opened, you still can't feel any bumps. Even in this somewhat cold north, the interior of the carriage is as warm as a quilt.

A few months ago, Ryan traveled from the Tundra Territory to other parts of the North Wind Province. He had to cross mountains and ridges, relying on his own legs. But a few months later, he had already sat on the carriage exclusive to the nobles, following him. Underneath the soldiers, they were all riding horses from the highlands.

Compared with the original, the majesty and majesty now is so spectacular.

The swamp, which was like walking on flat ground in the cold winter, was no longer so easy to walk after the beginning of spring. The frozen mud melted away, resulting in the team having to stop to clean up and repair after crossing the swamp.

The place of choice was, of course, the nearest Barony of Hatton.

"Ryan, my friend."

Baron Hatton's eyes widened, and he looked at Ryan's carriage and the uniform one hundred soldiers in shock, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

"This, this, this..."

It was a bit difficult for him to understand how long it had just been. A few months ago, Ryan was still dressed like Mudlegs. He was a poor baron, a child who was completely incomparable to him, but now...

With this lineup and this scale, Hatton feels that he is already weak.

"Ryan also went to Beifeng City, right?"

Hatton asked a little bit cheesily, his whole fat face had been squeezed together, looking particularly flattering.

Ryan looked at Baron Hatton who was hesitant to speak, smiled and said:

"Mr. Hatton is my friend. I stopped here this time to invite Mr. Hatton to go to North Wind City with me."

"Okay, it's settled."

After speaking directly, Hatton was about to head towards Ryan's magic carriage, and he even brought the two catwomen he had plundered from the Walter Knights with him.

Ryan stretched out his hand to stop Hatton, looked at the two Catwoman slaves who were obviously spoiled and said:

"Baron Hatton, you should know that something will happen when you go to Beifeng City this time. It's not good to think about enjoying yourself at this time."

He glanced at the two female slaves with some reluctance, and Hatton was finally defeated.

"Okay, then I won't bring a maid this time, so I'll travel light."

It is indeed quite light, two hundred thousand kilograms of pig iron and two thousand gold coins.

"Why do you bring so much iron?"

Ryan asked curiously, and Hatton, who was leaning on the soft deerskin on the carriage with a look of enjoyment on his face, became a little bitter after hearing this.

"The orcs went south, and my barony suffered heavy losses. Most of the food was gone. If I hide some food underground, I will starve to death."

"Those damn orcs have robbed all the wealth in my territory, and they don't even care about the iron ore."

"After the orcs are gone, we have to rely on buying and selling to get by. My territory can only use these iron ores for trading."

Hatton was a little downcast, but soon became optimistic again.

"But in comparison, many barons in Beifeng Province have died. Those who survived, their territories are much worse than mine. Some even had their castles breached and their wealth looted. Hahaha."

As the saying goes, joy and suffering are all in contrast. Compared to most nobles in the North Wind Province, Hatton's losses were indeed much less.

But this comparison left Ryan speechless.

He could only change the subject and said:

"What does Mr. Hatton think about the Lordship system that the Empire, the Holy See, and the southern kingdoms have discussed together?"

Those great nobles who stand at the pinnacle of power plan to create a title called Lord below the Baron and above the Knight.

It was not a title, but it was nobility.