Throne of the North

"This, this, this..."

Yazhe's breathing became a little heavy. He looked at Ryan in disbelief, almost thinking that the other party was joking with him.

Nobles, if Exnel was not covered by winter, the population did not drop sharply, and their territory was still there, then even if they came to another world, no one could question their identity.

But under the winter, everything is gone. Their ancestors established merits and became nobles. Their generation declined. After coming to the frozen land, many of these old friends were depressed all day long. If there was no wine here, they would have been drunk and died.

They were ashamed to face their ancestors because they lost their noble status, but now they have the hope of returning to the noble status again?

Wouldn't he be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with his ancestors?

In this short minute, Ryan saw these expressions change from fear and despair to suspicion, shock, and unbelievable, and finally, to fanaticism and fiery.

Don't control your expression too quickly.

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"Becoming a lord means entering the circle of nobles. Every lord can have his own manor, the kind that can build fences, as well as his own soldiers, retainers, and followers. These are the rights that a noble should have."

"Lord is a title, because of merit. What is merit? It is the person who opens up territory or has merit."

"Therefore, every lord should be an authoritative and powerful noble in the territory, second only to the lord."

"Lord only needs to be responsible to the lord and obey the lord's orders. Apart from that, he is a veritable noble in his own territory and in other places. Even when meeting other barons, viscounts, or even earls and dukes, he can express himself as a noble."

"In other words, if any of you become a lord, the difference between you and me is that there is not much difference except that you don't have your own fortress and territory."

Every word of Ryan made the former nobles present breathe heavily. Only when they became civilians did they know how noble their former noble status and identity were. If they had to do it again, I'm afraid these people would never give up everything just to survive.

The honor and status of the nobles are more precious than life.

For a moment, the eyes of these people changed.

Compared with the slaves and civilians with muddle-headed eyes, the nobles are too outstanding. When Ryan saw these eyes, he couldn't help but give them hope.

"So, some of my promises to you need to be changed. If you can't become a lord, then you will have to pay more taxes on your future land. At the same time, you are no longer a manor owner, but a farmer or rancher, a real civilian."

"If you become a lord, you can own your own manor. At least in name, your residence will be called a manor, and you will be a lord and noble of the frozen land."

Ryan looked at these people meaningfully.

"Theoretically, every citizen in my territory has the potential to become a lord, but I personally think that you have the highest chance of becoming a lord."

"After all, the gap between nobles and those peasants is still huge."

"Don't you think so?"

Ryan's description and description had already made these nobles who had lost everything unable to walk. Someone asked nervously:

"Lord Ryan, I wonder how many people can become lords in your territory?"

"In addition to Beard serving as my steward as a lord, I only plan to confer two lords for the time being. After all, the territory is not that big now, right? There is no point in having too many nobles."

"Two..."

At this moment, the eight people looked at each other with vigilance in their eyes. From now on, they are competitors.

Seeing this scene, Ryan smiled in his heart. Competition brings motivation. With motivation, you guys have to develop the territory for me.

I, as the lord, have been running around outside for the development of the territory, but you have become the masters in the territory. Not only do you not work all day, but you also plan to unite and squeeze the few copper coins in the pockets of my people?

I have been letting the territory go for so long, and I have not yet cut the leeks, and now it is your turn?

The frozen land territory is not even in good shape yet, and it is too short-sighted to cut the leeks.

When he met the old butler again, Ryan saw the light in the other's vicissitudes of life.

Fortunately, the old butler did not swell up because of this.

"The speed of road construction and reclamation of wasteland must be accelerated. Those soldiers from Viscount Landa will consume a lot of my food and money every day they stay in my territory."

"Also, keep an eye on those orcs. The frozen land territory already belongs to the northern border. Don't let them escape and lead the orc army to attack me."

"Transplant some of the trees dug for road construction and arrange some people to become forest rangers. They will get their wages if they protect those trees."

"Also, the stones mined, the extra ones, let the craftsmen beat them into standard stones, don't pile them up on the ground, it looks like a ruin."

In the situation of the orc slave surplus, Ryan's Baron Castle can finally draw serfs to repair his fortress.

The Rhino Horn Mountain has also become bustling because of this. A majestic castle on the architectural drawings will appear on the top of the mountain, overlooking all directions.

Even some saplings were planted on the Rhino Horn Mountain, so that the mountain would not be bare except for a castle.

The general direction of various things was arranged by the old housekeeper and the labor, while Ryan himself lived in the barracks safely during the time of repairing the fortress.

"Bang!"

"Come again!"

Holding a cork stick, Ryan's eyes were firm, even if there was blood on the corner of his mouth, he stared at Brand in front of him.

His purpose was of course to enjoy, soaking in his own castle, teasing the maid, and scratching the cat woman's tail, but before that, he needed to make himself have a foothold.

The identity of a noble solved 90% of his panic, but the last 10% could be fatal.

The empire has given up the North Wind Province. This province that has been ravaged by orcs may not be peaceful for long. When the lord system is established, the hearts of the nobles in the North Wind Province will be completely determined. At that time, it will be a dispute between various territories.

The North Wind Province was already in chaos, and without the Empire's control, it would be even more chaotic.

One day, the assassin who assassinated him and the nobles behind him might appear in front of him again. If the reputation of the Clayton family could not protect him the first time, it would not be able to protect him the second time.