Throne of the North

"Report to the Lord, everything has been packed up."

Brand came to Ryan with thirty trainee knights and said loudly.

Ryan looked at the packages made of animal skins, but did not explore too much, as long as there was nothing bigger than the space gate.

He then waved his hand and made the space gate appear in front of him as if by miracle.

Looking at Rosen and Old Beard, the two understood and walked directly into it. They had to make Deren, who was guarding the frozen land, not so shocked.

"Let's go. Although the other side is not warm, it is much better than here."

Brand led thirty soldiers to guard Ryan, and more than 400 villagers in the village went to the frozen land from the space gate one after another.

Gradually, there was only an empty space in front of Ryan.

He looked at the few wooden houses with torches left here. In this winter, those old people will be buried with this place.

"I wonder if I'll have a chance to come back here in the future."

Thinking in his heart, Ryan also walked into the space gate.

...

The body became much warmer at this moment. Looking at the wooden house that had been demolished, Ryan felt that it was so warm here even if it was exposed to the cold air.

The weather was really too bad before. I'm afraid that I can only feel such coldness if I continue to go north from the frozen land.

"Thinking about it this way, it seems to be much better."

Everything is based on comparison. The Empire sneered at the North Wind Province, but the people of the Exner Continent were ecstatic.

In contrast to them, the dozens of villagers in the frozen land and the seven apprentice knights of Deren were stunned.

They racked their brains and couldn't figure out where the lord brought so many people from.

But everything in the frozen land belongs to the baron lord, and no one dares to question or be curious.

There are no slaves in the frozen land now, but it's not that there can't be.

In this world with strict rules, silence and numbness are the noblest qualities of civilians.

…

Rhinoceros Horn Mountain.

Ryan, who has the physique of a formal knight, can finally face the cold wind on the top of the mountain. He had thought about living in the Baron Castle before, but he didn't expect to complete his small goal in less than two days.

"I blamed the construction wizard wrongly. The scenery here is really good."

In front of him is an extremely open world. He can even imagine that when there is no ice and snow, there should be a wide river under his feet. The banks of the river are towering foothills. The winding river flows to a low place between these mountains. The river water is clear, the foothills are lush, and the green bushes hide hares or elks, as well as cunning hungry wolves.

And in the upper reaches of the river that can be seen on Rhinoceros Horn Mountain, there is a lake. It is a huge lake formed by a waterfall falling from a higher mountain range. Countless fresh fish and flying birds feed in it.

Here, you can see the beauty of the lake at a glance. The roaring sound of the waterfall has become a pleasant harp because of the distance, echoing on this Rhinoceros Horn Mountain day after day.

But now everything is gone. The majestic foothills are covered with snow. I heard that only in the summer of next year can we see green for two to three months.

The winding rivers have also been frozen to form glaciers, forming a smooth ice surface at the foot of Rhino Horn Mountain.

Everything you see is covered with white snow, the lake has also become an ice lake, and the waterfalls rushing down have also become sharp ice cones.

The frozen land looks like a big bowl with potholes from top to bottom.

Even so, the scenery seen on Rhino Horn Mountain is still very good.

Silver-clad, it is another kind of beauty.

"Does that lake have a name?" Ryan said, pointing to the frozen lake.

Old Beard said at the right time, "It's called North Gal Lake."

"A very beautiful name."

Ryan turned his head to look at his Baron Castle. To be honest, this is just a building with less than ten houses, and it can't be called a fortress at all.

He looked at his residence, "From now on, this place will be called Beigal Castle. What frozen earth castle, it's too ugly."

"Follow your will."

There are only two people on the Rhino Horn Mountain, the master and the servant. Even Brand, who should follow Ryan, was sent to help the villagers build houses. The power of the formal knights is considerable in this regard.

Looking back at the territory he was building, Ryan said boldly:

"I want to build a city here. It will be called Beigal City. The name of this city will surely resound throughout the empire, no, the entire south!"

The vast plain at the foot of the mountain is enough to build a big city.

In the empire, the viscount's territory often has a small city, but it can accommodate 18,000 people.

Ryan's ambition is much greater than theirs.

"Master Ryan has grown up." Old Beard on the side laughed with relief.

He believes more than Ryan that the future will be like this.

The imagined future has not yet arrived, but the problem that the frozen earth territory is facing is immediately placed in front of Ryan.

Brand led Hamidi to Ryan, and the village chief, who could only manage a few hundred people, was about to cry.

"My Lord, we really don't have enough food."

Currently, the population of the frozen land territory has exceeded 600, and the majority of them are more than 400 people in Luling Village. Although they bring their families and dry food, they can't last long.

In the northern land, in the cold winter, food is always a topic that can't be exhausted.

And now it is winter. Even in spring, the frozen land territory will be more than two months later than the south to plant crops such as wheat, and one and a half months later than other territories in the North Wind Province.

Relying on planting is not realistic for the time being. Hunting? How can there be so many prey in the winter? Do you really think that the beasts in the extraordinary world are so fragile?

Hunting can't last too long, and eating too much meat is not a good thing.

"Then we can only buy it." Ryan looked at Old Beard helplessly.

"How much money do we have left?"

The old butler was even more helpless than Ryan, "Along the way, all our money was withheld, and now there is only..."

The old palm was full of cracks, but it still made the golden coin shine.

"One gold punk, fifteen silver coins, thirty-five copper coins."

Gold, silver, and copper, the ratio of one to twenty to one hundred.

A family of five freemen in the North Wind Province only has ten silver coins a year. One gold coin can keep them well fed and well-drinking for a year, and they can even have some wine and meat occasionally.

As for the serfs... they are considered to have a good life if they don't owe the lord.

Those who can't even be serfs can't guarantee that they can live for a few years.

So, Ryan now has no food and no money.