Throne of the North.

Chapter 162: per year

When in the Danube Province, Ryan had to visit Count Pascal. As one of the four counts in the Danube Province, Count Pascal's family was the oldest in this land.

Moreover, the other party has an extraordinary army, the Gargoyle Army, which makes Ryan extremely curious. Maybe they really don’t need to eat too much food?

As a noble, Ryan visited the Earl, who had just returned from spending a day in the Imperial Capital City during the Divine Grace Festival.

"Baron Ryan, the pride of the Clayton family."

Count Pascal is a middle-aged man with an almost perfect figure. Why does Ryan know this? Because when Ryan saw him, he was playing with ten charming maids in the pool.

Every maid was naked, but when Ryan arrived, they stood out of the water without hesitation. As a serious man, Ryan certainly didn't look away.

However, the earl's indifference still made him feel uncomfortable, and his eyes could only focus on the upper body with six-pack abdominal muscles.

"If you like, I can give you two. These are exquisite maids that I have spent more than ten years training."

"The Earl loves it, how can Ryan take it away?"

Ryan said so. He really didn't have much interest in those maids. After more than ten years, perhaps every part of their bodies that was worth exploring had become the shape of this earl.

Putting on a robe, Count Pascal looked at Ryan and asked:

"Tell me why you're here. You want to take your team back to the North. That's not a problem. As a noble, I should make it easy for you."

"That's not the case."

Ryan looked at the earl, who seemed easier to talk to than he had imagined.

"I would like to ask the Count whether the grain of Danube Province can be traded with the Frozen Territory on a long-term basis."

There is only a Flying Wing Canyon between the Danube Province and the Borean Province. With the power of this earl, he should be able to deliver the food safely, right?

"Send the food to the North? You should contact the Chamber of Commerce. My family also has a Chamber of Commerce, and we will continue to go to North Wind City next year."

Pascal didn't know why Ryan came to him just to talk about this.

Ryan shook his head and said:

"What I want is a direct transaction between the Pascal family and my frozen land territory."

"Oh?"

Count Pascal looked at Ryan, this time he was really confused.

"What I hope for is a trade of one million kilograms of grain every quarter."

Ryan's words made the earl open his eyes wide.

"Does your territory need so much food?"

Normally, a person consumes about one kilogram of food a day. After all, for slaves and peasants, just being able to stay alive is enough.

Even in wealthy provinces, civilians only consumed about one kilogram of food a day.

One million kilograms is enough to feed 10,000 people for 100 days. If you save a little, it won't be a problem to sustain them for three months or even a quarter.

And this is ten thousand gold coins. It is very cheap to grow food yourself, but it is always very expensive to sell it.

"One quarter, ten thousand gold coins. I will pay the Earl on time."

Ryan took out the money method, and the exchange amount this year was 40,000 gold coins, which was not a small amount for a count's family.

"Do you really have that much money?"

Count Pascal admitted that Ryan had changed his perception of the title of baron. Spending 40,000 gold coins a year to buy food, was this the kind of wealth a baron could have? At this moment, Pascal couldn't help but send an army to Ryan's territory to see what was going on.

But he was very clear that his current situation was somewhat sensitive. The conflict between the Holy See and the Empire had escalated again. As a former supporter of the Holy See, he had to lower his presence.

But forty thousand gold coins...

"Half. Five hundred thousand kilograms of grain every quarter. I can only trade this much. Danube Province is not a big grain province."

"Then it's a deal."

When it comes to food, Ryan accepts whatever comes his way.

"The first batch of food will be delivered to your territory in a month."

Pascal really wanted to know what was going on with Ryan's territory, but considering his current situation, he gave up.

"I believe the Earl will not break his promise."

Ryan directly left 10,000 gold coins, and his wealth surprised the earl.

Ryan, who finally reached a deal, continued northward with his team.

……

"These things come from my fiancée Avril Melendez's family. You want to keep some of them too?!"

Ryan looked at the soldiers of the Wing Canyon in front of him with a cold tone. Riding on Winter's back, he couldn't help but have a bit more murderous aura. Hearing his words, the leading soldier in front of him was stunned for a moment, and then apologized with a smile.

"Please forgive me, Baron Ryan. I am ignorant. On behalf of the Viscount Wald family of the Blazing Snow Province, I would like to congratulate you on your eternal marriage with Miss Melendez family."

The lord named Tissa was all smiles and even handed over a bag of gold coins.

As a noble, he certainly understood that this was a marriage, a show of mutual support, representing the reputation of the two noble families.

If he had known that the young man riding on the back of an enviable horse was a noble, he would not have stopped him.

Having said that, he couldn't help but look at the even more gorgeous and noble carriage behind him with some confusion. It was strange, the restrictions of the Flying Wing Canyon showed that there should be a magician sitting inside.

How the nobles rode horses, and the mages sat in the best carriages.

But Lord Tisza could only smile and escort Ryan's team all the way out of the Wing Canyon.

"Please forgive me, Baron Ryan. It is true that we have been under martial law these days. The Holy Celestial Knights of the Holy See left here not long ago and seem to have gone to the Andara Kingdom. The Empire's order is to conduct a strict investigation."

……

"came back."

The moment he walked out of the Flying Wing Canyon, Ryan got goose bumps due to the cold winter unique to the North, but this coldness made him feel extremely warm.

Logically speaking, if he had not reached adulthood at the age of sixteen, as a baron in the north, he might never have left the Borean Province for the southern lands in his entire life.

I went to the south this time, but I don’t know when I will go there next time.

"The Vatican's thousand-man supernatural army left from the Wing Canyon?"

Ryan was a little surprised, but he didn't care much. Even if a war broke out, the Holy See would never dare to attack the empire from the north. They could only force the empire from the south to the north.

As expected, in the first hour after Ryan returned to the North, the Pope's angry roar resounded up and down the holy mountain of the Southern Church, and a sharp blade was looming in the golden morning light.

(End of this chapter)