Throne of the North.

Chapter 22 The Value of a Wife

"me……"

The Viscountess's teeth were chattering.

Ryan guessed correctly, she was indeed a few months pregnant.

"He won't know."

The Viscountess cried pleadingly.

Alas, I am still too kind.

Ryan pinched the lady's fair skin and looked at Viscount Wittman who was dead beside him.

"Hopefully he'll never know."

"sure."

Ryan had turned his head and looked at the slaves around him.

"According to the rules between nobles, you are already my slaves."

Groups of people knelt down. They had changed their master, including the soldiers.

But the next moment, Ryan looked at Brand and the others. After giving them a look, Brand walked towards the soldiers with a sword in hand.

Ryan didn't want to leave any hidden dangers for himself. These soldiers were loyal to Wittman and were acting tyrannically. At the same time, if he didn't kill them, what if they wanted to use Viscount Wittman's descendants to take revenge on him in the future?

On the contrary, slaves are safe.

Because slaves do not even have the qualifications to be loyal, they are just property, objects, they only have masters and no one to be loyal to.

Some soldiers wanted to resist, but in the end, they died, and there were twenty or thirty more corpses on the ground.

Fortunately, the spirituality they brought to Ryan did not disappear.

After this, Ryan could finally look at his property.

Five cows, thirty-two mules, ten elks, and two thousand five hundred shiny gold coins.

Although it is a little different from the Empire’s gold coins and has a stag’s head on it, it doesn’t matter.

The key to gold coins lies in their weight. As long as the weight is the same, the value of the gold coins is the same. Because gold also serves as a magical medium, it is naturally a precious metal.

If you are worried, the worst that can happen is that you can just recast it after returning to the territory. Purchasing power will not be a problem anyway.

The same is true for silver coins. Viscount Wittman's property contains nearly 50,000 silver coins.

The ratio of gold, silver and copper is 1:20:100. Twenty silver coins are equal to one gold coin, and one silver coin is worth one hundred copper coins.

The reason for such a huge difference is the extraordinary properties. Both silver and gold have the property of being a magical medium, but copper does not.

In short, the value is almost the same as two thousand five gold coins.

As for copper coins, there were only a mere 100,000.

After thinking about it, Ryan probably understood why.

In this plane, because the bitter winter wind and frost covered everything, countless people died, especially the nobles, the distance between them was particularly far, and gold and silver coins were the circulating commodities in the upper circle.

Transactions between civilians and slaves with some money were almost always conducted with copper coins, especially for slaves. If silver or even gold coins appeared in their hands, they would definitely be killed without a burial place.

No one would think that was something a slave should have.

Gold and silver coins were difficult to circulate, so they were naturally saved. Copper coins and the like were still in use. The Viscount would not have too many of them, and he would not care about them.

Put a gold coin in your pocket, but carry a copper coin worth a gold coin on your back.

It’s easy to choose.

Anyway, all of it went to Ryan's benefit.

"Are these giant horned deer controlled by the Viscount using magic?"

After ordering people to bury the bodies, Ryan came to the ten quiet giant deer.

"He studied magic control. During his apprenticeship, he spent six thousand gold coins to buy the most expensive beast control mark among magic apprentices."

"By branding the magic mark on the head of the giant horned deer, the giant horned deer can easily understand human commands and get close to humans. After a long period of training, it can achieve this level." "So, I lost 6,000 gold coins?"

Ryan looked at the Viscountess. The woman looked younger and younger. Perhaps it was because he had just asked her. She was only five or six years older than Ryan, about nineteen or twenty years old.

"What is the value of that magic formula you learned?"

The Viscountess lowered her head. "Magic organization is just an ordinary magic path. My talent is not very good."

As if she felt that she should show some value, the Viscountess changed her words and said:
"But we can weave clothes. As long as the materials are sufficient, the clothes can also act as instruments that solidify magic."

"Sounds average."

"Later, give me the meditation technique you learned, and I'll practice it."

Ryan finished speaking, not noticing the blush on the Viscountess's face, and saw soldiers running towards him in the distance.

"My Lord, we have discovered the iron ore hidden by the goblins."

"Oh?" Ryan opened his eyes wide.

Soon, he saw basket after basket of fine iron, and Ryan suddenly couldn't stop smiling.

Seven or eight thousand kilograms of fine iron, as long as there is a blacksmith, they can be forged into armor or a knight's sword. This trip to the other plane is simply too much to earn!!!

"Move, everyone, move a little bit, empty it all, don't leave anything behind!"

At a command, Ryan set out on his journey home with a large number of slaves.

After returning to the Frozen Territory, Ryan brought the Viscountess back to the Baron's Castle in Rhino Horn Mountain amid exclamations.

Ryan didn't know where to throw the orphan and her widowed mother so that they could survive, so he simply let them live in the frozen land. After all, a magician is not a knight and can't eat much in a day.

……

late at night.

“Do I really not have a talent for meditation?”

"Hiss~ What's this position? Why does it hurt? I'm a knight!"

Ryan looked at the Viscountess in a tight-fitting corset and admitted that he was young and energetic.

But soon the pain between his bones made him ignore the fragrance lingering between his nostrils, and he continued to breathe in cold air.

"Weaving magic itself requires that you show your body in its best condition, so that you can weave the most comfortable and fitting clothes."

"The first thing a mage apprentice must learn is the knowledge of his own body. Knowledge is power."

“It took me three days to fully learn meditation.”

"Three days?!"

Ryan screamed. Even when he was learning the Fire Dragon Knight breathing method in the Clayton family, he had never felt such pain from the depths of his bones during training.

"Is this difficult?" The Viscountess was a little confused, but in order to show her worth, she still tried her best to teach.

He even used himself as an example, but the sudden rise of the mountain at that moment made Ryan even more painful.

How come I'm only fourteen?

In the Baron's Castle, the old man Beard, who had hurried back after hearing the news, retreated quietly, feeling a little nervous but also a little relieved.

One thing about the Clayton family that is envied by the entire imperial aristocracy is that they have a large number of members.

"Master Ryan is only fourteen years old. He still needs to exercise moderation."

half a month later.

Ryan gave up practicing meditation completely.

At his current rate, it would take an unknown amount of time for him to break through and become a junior magician.

He looked at his spiritual panel.

"I believe that in the future there will be a divine blessing that specializes in magic."

(End of this chapter)