Throne of the North.

Chapter 10 The First Slaves

Ryan even felt that these nobles were just draining the pond to catch fish. It was undeniable that most of the nobles only thought about pleasure, but it was still too cruel to exploit the slaves and free people of the North Wind Province at all costs.

“Maybe there are other reasons.”

In any case, the North Wind Province gave Ryan great confidence, so he dared to take these thirty people and go south without any plan.

Even though he only has thirty-one knight squires and one knight, his strength is already greater than that of 90% of the pioneer lords in the North Wind Province.

Even among the barons, Ryan felt that such strength could be ranked in the upper middle level, and Brand could give him such confidence.

But don't overestimate those nobles who have benefited from their family's legacy. They are much worse than you think.

Didn't you see the way Old Beard looked at Ryan? Just that insignificant knowledge and means made the old butler astonished. From this, we can see what those parasites in the empire are like.

There are definitely capable nobles, but Ryan is smart and he won't get in touch with those nobles who don't look simple.

By the time Ryan reached dusk as he walked through the dark forests and frozen swamps, he had already been followed by hundreds of people.

In addition to Ryan and his servant, Brand, Rosen, and thirty knight attendants, there were seventy or eighty pairs of bandit slaves whose hands were tied together with hemp ropes to form a long dragon.

These captured slaves had desperate looks on their faces, and even the hemp ropes that bound their hands were the ones they had prepared to kidnap passing mountain people.

They looked at Brand and the other guards with fear in their eyes.

Of course, they did not dare to attack this team of nobles, but their own methods were not up to standard and Ryan discovered the traces, and then followed the traces to find their lair.

Ryan also found seventy or eighty gleaming silver coins that had been rubbed. As for gold punks, they were only circulated among the nobles and chambers of commerce that relied on the nobles. They couldn't afford to offend any of them.

Looking at the villages and fortresses looming in the distance, Ryan stopped and turned to look at the group of slaves.

"Untie them."

A group of serfs looked at Ryan in confusion, with fear still in their eyes, thinking that this noble lord was going to kill them.

Ryan opened his mouth and said loudly: "Now, I give you two choices."

"First, I am giving you as a gift to my friend Baron Hatton."

"Second, from now on, you are my slaves. Come back to the frozen land with me."

"Now everyone give me an answer."

After hearing Ryan's words, the slaves all breathed a sigh of relief because he was not going to kill them.

Seeing that no one spoke, Rosen beside Ryan roared, and the pressure from the knight made all the slaves tremble.

"You only have one minute!"

Finally someone came out and said tremblingly:

"My Lord, I want to go to Hatton."

Even when they were trying to escape, they did not choose to flee to the frozen land territory which had no lord at the time, because they knew very well that it was too cold there and they would probably freeze to death in a few days.

Ryan looked at the other person coldly and laughed.

"You have to think carefully. You slaves are all escapees from other lords. If Baron Hatton knew that you were an escaped slave, do you think you would have a chance to enter the mine?"

Hearing Ryan's words, the serf's face changed drastically, and then he knelt directly in front of Ryan.

"I am willing to be your slave. I can farm. I used to farm one acre of land..."

"You can shut up now. The lord doesn't need talkative peasants." Old Beard looked at the other person coldly.

There is a reason why he calls slaves "mud legs". Flattery, opportunism, and kicking someone when he is down are the lowest moral point for slaves.

What's more, Ryan almost died in the mountains because of these slaves not long ago, which made him very angry.

Afterwards, all the remaining people naturally became Baron Ryan's first batch of slaves. "What a damned era." Ryan looked at those pairs of fearful and flattering eyes and couldn't help smacking his lips.

"Fortunately, I started with a noble."

……

Hattonburg.

A fat man with a bucket waist was eating the greasy pig's trotter handed to him by the maid next to him. As for his hands?

He was working hard inside the almost transparent clothes of the two delicate maids, and even a long-haired maid could be seen busy under the table.

At this moment, the butler came in with a humble look, glanced greedily at the two blushing maids, then lowered his head and said:
"Master Hatton, there is a baron outside who wants to visit you."

"Baron? Who?" Hutton said casually, his big face trembling for a moment.

"He said his name was Ryan Clayton and he was a teenager."

"Baron Ryan, the kid from the Clayton family who hasn't even fully grown his hair yet? The unlucky guy who inherited the Frozen Territory?"

Hatton said this with disdain on his face, then looked at the butler.

"What do you think this little brat is doing here?"

The butler lowered his head and said, "This... I don't know."

Hatton sneered, "Idiots are idiots. Ryan probably just arrived at the frozen land a few days ago. There is no food in that place where even birds don't shit."

"It's still winter now, and it's impossible to grow food in that broken place called Frozen Territory."

“Hahahaha, if that little brat doesn’t want to starve to death in the territory, he will definitely come to buy food.”

The butler raised his head in shock, and took the opportunity to glance at the two maids again.

"Master Hatton is wise!"

Hatton enjoyed the butler's admiration and took his hand out and waved.

"Okay, let's go meet this Baron Ryan."

……

From a distance, Ryan saw a round mass rolling towards him. As for the slaves and civilians of the Hatton Territory around him, they were kneeling or standing on the ground in a daze.

"Hahahaha, I've heard that the Tundra Territory has a lord. Baron Ryan, my friend, I'm so happy to see you."

"Lord Hatton, I am glad to see you too."

Although he looked disdainful when he heard Ryan's name before, Hutton was still very happy when they met.

This is not false. Given his personality, he doesn't have such good acting skills. After all, this person was specially selected by Ryan.

The aristocratic circles of the empire, and even the entire continent, have a relatively mature circle of contempt.

The great nobles despise the lesser nobles. The lesser nobles who come from great noble families look down on the lesser nobles with no background. The lesser nobles with no background look down on the wandering nobles whose families have fallen into decline. The wandering nobles look down on the nobles who marry into their families.

The nobles who married into the wife's family looked down on those former nobles who had fallen into the status of pioneer knights and did not even have the title of nobility.

The Hatton family is a hereditary baron family. When it came to his father's generation, the elderly Baron Hatton made a great decision to abandon the territory that had been encroached upon and came to the North Wind Province.

Unfortunately, old Hatton could not withstand the cold wind of the North Wind Province and died quickly.

So Hutton still has a good impression of Ryan, because in this contempt chain, everyone is a baron but Ryan has a better background than him.

(End of this chapter)