Throne of the North.

Chapter 21 I can’t take care of the Viscount, but I can take care of the Viscountess

Upon hearing Ryan's words, Viscount Wittman was furious.

There is an unwritten saying among the nobles, which is that calling a noble "lonely" means that the family is no longer a member of the nobility, but has become a wandering noble.

What are wandering nobles? They have nothing except the ancient nobility in their blood. They can only wander, relying on their noble status to eat and drink for free in the territories of other nobles, waiting for the opportunity to obtain their own territory one day.

Viscount Wittman could not accept this day the most. He would never allow his family to decline in his generation.

Then he would become the laughing stock of the family and the most incompetent master of the Wittman family.

"How dare you insult a Viscount!!!"

Wittman's eyes were full of murderous intent. Just when he was about to order everyone to rush forward and kill Ryan's soldiers, and then suppress Ryan, Ryan spoke again.

"Perhaps I didn't insult you. A noble, a viscount, would actually fight with goblins for a cave. If this gets out..."

Ryan's words made Wittman's face hot, and he was already angry to the limit.

"However, I can take you away to a relatively warm place. At least there, the snow won't cover your knees, and there will be three to five months of winter without freezing winds every year."

“You can survive there.”

"Ryan, you dare to insult me..."

Wittman's roar came to an abrupt end in the dim cave.

He stared at Ryan, and not only him, but everyone in the cave was staring at Ryan.

"The snow won't be above your knees, and there will be three to five months of snow and wind every year?"

"Is there really such a place?"

Many people were whispering, and Viscount Wittman was also staring at Ryan.

"Is everything you said true?"

"of course it's true."

Ryan nodded, but he would not do good things for no reason when facing a noble.

"I can take you away from here, but the premise is that all your slaves belong to me, including the soldiers around you."

"You still belong to yourself, only to yourself, the lady beside you, and your children."

Viscount Wittman gritted his teeth. If that happened, he would really become a wandering noble.

Negotiation and compromise are the fine traditional virtues of the nobility, and Viscount Wittman was unwilling to end up with nothing.

"Leave me 300 slaves, I can give you soldiers, and give me a piece of land to support myself. No, it doesn't need to be too big, just a manor with good farmland."

Ryan refused:
"Mr. Viscount, I have stated my conditions. You can only accept them or refuse them."

"I am a Viscount, a Viscount, and you are only a Baron!"

"It is precisely because you are a viscount that I am willing to take you away for free. This is a sign of respect between nobles."

"Humph!"

"You made me a wandering noble and a sinner of the Wittman family. Is this considered respect?"

"Baron Ryan, I only want one hundred slaves and a manor. This is my bottom line."

"The manor..."

Ryan lamented that he didn't even have a manor.

"It seems that Viscount Wittman is going to refuse and live alone in this goblin cave?"

"Hmph, Baron, this is my territory, go away!"

There was no way he would give up his property.

Wittman looked down at Ryan, and the soldiers around him moved forward again to expel Ryan.

"Mr. Viscount, I am the only one who can save you now."

Ryan said, glancing at Brand, who took a step forward, his eyes roaring like a stag.

"knight?!"

Viscount Wittman roared in shock.

"How could there still be knights in Exner?"

"There can be no knights on the continent of Exnel, except for me, because I can give you the blessing of knights and let you give birth to the seeds of life."

Ryan looked at the others. Perhaps some of them were originally free people, but under Viscount Wittman, they all gradually became slaves.

"You should also know the legend of the Deer Spirit, and I am the only one who can bless you with the Deer Spirit now."

"Are you willing to become the subjects of Baron Ryan?"

After Ryan finished speaking, there was complete silence in the cave. It was a moment later that Ryan realized the reason.

It's very simple. These people are all slaves, slaves of Viscount Wittman, and his private property. They dare not make decisions on their own.

Besides, nobles in any dimension would not trust people who betrayed their masters. Usually, only free people have certain rights of choice.

If a slave betrays his master and joins other nobles, he will only become a slave. His treatment will not change at all, and he will completely lose the opportunity to escape from his slavery.

"Hmph, Baron, you think too highly of yourself."

Wittman looked at Ryan with indifference.

Ryan was looking at him too.

"It seems that we can only resolve this issue as between nobles."

Ryan's expression was solemn. "Since you want war, I will give you war."

"From this moment on, Barony Ryan declares war on Viscount Wittman until the end of the gods."

The moment he swore, Brand and eight knight attendants rushed out. A team of well-fed and well-drinking soldiers defeated the slaves and soldiers around Viscount Wittman with ease.

boom!
The sword fell on a transparent barrier, and Ryan finally understood how the earth demon died.

That’s right. It is no longer possible to practice the Deer Spirit Knight’s breathing method on the continent of Exnel. The only way to continue the extraordinary power is magic.

"But, Mr. Viscount, you seem to be just a wizard apprentice."

After Ryan finished speaking, Brand swung his sword down again, the magic barrier shattered in an instant, and the sword fell in front of Viscount Wittman.

The Viscount was finally terrified at this moment, and said tremblingly:
"Baron Ryan, everything is as you said. These slaves are all yours."

Ryan came in front of Wittman, took Brand's sword, and without any hesitation, stabbed the viscount's neck.

Blood spurted out, gushing onto Ryan's face and deerskin cloak.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Viscount, after communicating with you time and time again, I find that you are too greedy."

"You seem to have forgotten that you are a viscount who needs to fight for territory with the goblins. You are not qualified to negotiate with me."

Ryan murmured in a low voice, then swung his hand, and a boy who was not much different from him in age fell in a pool of blood.

When the sword was about to slash at the graceful woman, it was once again blocked by the magic barrier.

"I...I'm Viscountess Wittman. No, I'm the daughter of Baron Yazhe."

"I am also a magician's apprentice. I learned magic weaving and can help you."

"He is my husband, but this is his child with his ex-wife."

Sarah Yazhe was so frightened that her face turned pale. The Viscountess said in a trembling voice, and then she stiffly straightened her chest and squeezed her naturally beautiful face, suggesting something meaningful.

Madam, please respect yourself. I am still a child.

Ryan retracted his sword and touched the Viscountess's chest.

At this moment, the lady's body began to tremble slightly again.

(End of this chapter)