Throne of the North

"Hmph!"

Hearing the chatter in the hall, Earl Winter snorted coldly, the aura of the Holy Land was oppressive, and his eyes were unfriendly.

The 1.5 million tax did disrupt his thoughts, but it was absolutely impossible to ask him to take the lead again to pay more money.

His Flying Wolf Cavalry suffered heavy losses, and some of them were short of money. Two hundred thousand a year was the result of the family's discussion, and there was no room for turning back.

The Empire has half-abandoned the North Wind Province. If the orcs invade in the future, they can only rely on themselves. How can they protect their wealth without money?

Thinking of this, Earl Winter was a little discouraged.

Indeed, the orcs can't rely on themselves to invade in the future.

After the three earls looked at each other, they tacitly loosened their pockets.

"Considering the harm caused by the orcs going south last year, why don't the three of us take out 50,000 gold coins every year for five years to make up for it."

When Earl Winter said this, his tone was sighing, but only 50,000 gold coins still made many nobles complain in their hearts.

In those years, the Empire had one million construction funds every year. How much did you three earls take?

"If you still can't collect it all by then..."

"The Empire should also understand the difficulties of the North Wind Province. If you collect less, I think the Empire won't say anything."

Once this was said, it was basically doomed that this year's tax revenue would definitely not be one million and a half.

One million would not be less, but one million and a half is impossible. Every family has its own problems, right?

But the entire North Wind Province is just a makeshift team. After the three earls said so, there was no follow-up.

The rest were the nobles in each county, who were frowning at the huge number.

The nobles in Lingdu County also gathered in the mansion of Viscount Miles in North Wind City.

"Do you think the Empire knows what the North Wind Province is like?"

A baron couldn't help but sigh and said.

"It doesn't matter whether the Empire knows or not. My Shenma Territory doesn't even have a lord now. I can only take out one thousand gold coins at most every year."

Hatton shouted directly, and the number of one thousand gold coins was directly inserted into everyone's heart.

"Hatton, your mine can earn at least tens of thousands of gold coins every year. How can you be short of this little money?"

"You said you can sell as much as you can? Will you buy it?"

"Hmph! Since Hatton can only take out one thousand, then my Raven Territory can't take more, only one thousand gold coins."

"You still have the nerve to say one thousand?"

Hatton directly responded.

"Three pioneer knights are attached to you, at least three towns, your Raven Ridge will earn at least 100,000 gold this year!"

Of course he was talking nonsense, but Baron Roche couldn't help but smile.

"What 100,000 gold, Hatton, don't spit blood, and the mine and slaves in Knight Watt's territory were all robbed by you. If you come back, I will pay 10,000 gold punk taxes this year."

"Don't even think about it!"

There are now a total of nine barons in Lingdu County, including the pioneer noble baron who has just been canonized. Seeing Hatton and Roche quarreling, the leader, Viscount Miles, also had a headache.

"You two should behave yourself. Since it is a tax, then calculate it according to the number of civilians in each territory. Roche's territory now has a lot more civilians, so the tax is higher. Hatton's territory... one thousand gold coins are not enough, at least five thousand!"

"And Kendra, your territory has the largest population in Lingdu County, 15,000 gold coins."

Miles looked at an old man with narrowed eyes. This Baron Kendra was also an old man behind the Miles family. Hearing this, he couldn't help frowning.

"My territory can't afford so much..."

Before he finished speaking, Viscount Miles' eyes were already intimidating.

"In the entire Lingdu County, only your territory and the frozen land territory have not been looted by orcs."

Hearing this, the Baron Kendra said nothing more, but replied:

"My territory can only support 15,000 gold coins for five years. After five years, if the development is not smooth, it can only be 5,000 gold coins at most."

At this time, Ryan also stood up, and his voice echoed in the hall.

"You all know what the Frozen Territory looks like. Five hundred gold coins is my limit."

Unexpectedly, no one refuted him, but some nobles couldn't help but sneer. Ryan paid so much less, and the difference would fall on their heads.

"If Baron Ryan can't pay the tax, why not borrow from us? Each family can borrow five hundred to make up the tax amount of five thousand gold coins."

Baron Roche looked up, looked at Ryan proudly, and laughed.

As long as Ryan dared to ask, he dared to borrow. He would borrow money with the credit of the nobles. Even if Ryan died, his descendants would have to pay back the money.

"Roche, since you are so rich, why don't you lend me some?"

Baron Barnes on the side spoke up and glanced at Baron Roche, but the latter didn't dare to speak.

Baron Barnes, now in Lingdu County, can be said to be the most powerful baron in military strength under the two viscounts, but Roche didn't know what relationship this person had with Ryan.

"I'll only pay 50,000."

The second Viscount of Lingdu County, Dragun, finally spoke up. He looked at Viscount Miles.

"If you are willing to hand over Lingdu City to me, I can afford a tax of 100,000 per year."

"Humph!"

Viscount Miles looked at Viscount Dragon unkindly. It was impossible for him to give up the county seat, but in this case, Viscount Dragon's one hundred thousand gold coins would block him.

If he doesn't have 100,000 gold coins every year, then the nobles below will have to bear more, and then the Dragon family's reputation will surpass that of the Miles family.

Immortal thing!

At this moment, the two viscounts wanted to curse each other to death.

"They are all so rich."

Ryan looked at the increasingly lively exchange and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He usually looked at these nobles, looking at each of them with three to five hundred gold coins, or several thousand gold coins, but he didn't expect them to be so confident.

He was a little curious about how much profit these nobles made from selling mines.

Ryan and Hatton left Viscount Miles's mansion and headed to Chamber of Commerce Street. Ryan couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Hatton, can your mine really sell tens of thousands of gold every year?"

Hatton looked at Lane with some vigilance. After seeing Lane's soldiers, he was already wary of this neighbor.

"It's not as much as Roach said. It would be good to have ten or twenty thousand a year, and you also have to buy food from the Imperial Chamber of Commerce."

Hatton said helplessly that in the entire Beifeng Province, every year at the beginning of spring, almost every noble would buy food from the merchant guilds coming from the south.

The food problem faced by the Tundra Territory is also faced by many noble territories in the North Wind Province. Especially after the orcs came once, the food gap became even greater.