Throne of the North.

Chapter 351 The Baron is Not a Baron

Frozen land, on Rhino Horn Mountain.

Under the bright moonlight, Ryan looked at the carving hanging on the wall in the castle. It was a stone slab brought back from Exner.

The stone slab is very tall, and it is carved with images of ancient people, led by a stag, crossing mountains and rivers, and taking root in the fertile land. It is also carved with images of the stag standing on the top of a mountain every time the sun rises, allowing people to look up at its outline. The former tribe has become a prosperous country, and people are worshipping the distant past. On this stone slab, the light of time seems to be nurtured.

"Do you know why it is so precious that every noble who comes here can't help but marvel at it?"

Ryan said to Beard beside him, who shook his head.

"Master, I don't know."

"Because those nobles saw an ancient civilization through this carving, a magnificent world and a majestic and magnificent sky."

"Slate is cheap, and any household can hammer out a piece of this kind of slate."

“It is cheap in itself, and what is valuable is never itself, but the faith it carries.”

"That is - its own story."

"The story of this stone tablet bears witness to the splendor of a world, so it is a priceless treasure. Even if the nobles want it, they cannot afford the price to buy it."

"It is Viscount Melendez in the south who wants me to give him such an antique gift."

“These stories make them more valuable than gold.”

……

Andara Kingdom, Dawn City.

After listening to the bard's description, the noble ladies couldn't help but have sparkling eyes.

“I didn’t expect that this small fruit actually came from six hundred years ago.”

"Baron Ryan is so lucky to have found such a sweet fruit."

"Perhaps it was the sweet fruit's luck that after six hundred years, someone finally appeared who saw its beauty."

The party was filled with chatter, and I don’t know how many plots these women had imagined, while Queen Leta asked:

"Are you from another world?"

"Yes, my dear queen, you are the most beautiful woman."

"What about that world after Baron Ryan brought you out?"

There was a look of reminiscence in the bard's eyes and a bitter smile on his face.

"Perhaps, it has already followed the great gods."

"The North submerged everything, and the world came to an end. Our last sight was of the frozen southern ocean. After that, we had lost our homeland and welcomed a new one."

"The sweet fruit in your hand is what we call it. Lord Ryan is its owner. Lord Ryan gave it a name for six hundred years later."

"On the day when the Baron climbed the cliff, the sky was snowing, as if weeping for the impending fate of the world."

"In the snowstorm, Lord Ryan gave it a name, Xue Lian."

"The heavy snow guided the Baron to find it. Even in the snow of the north, he still waited for the sweet fruit of dawn."

The bard turned his head and looked at the fruit in the other woman's hand.

"Madam Viscount, the fruit in your hand also comes from another world. Although it was not discovered by the Baron, it has the spirits passed down from the gods to my grandfather's grandfather, to countless ancestors in my world, and finally, passed down by word of mouth, and remembered by us when we were young."

"it……"

……

Dawn City.

The Dawn City at night seems to foreshadow the name of this city. It is not quiet. In the dark hustle and bustle, everyone is waiting for the arrival of dawn.

Men’s favorite toys are always hard armor and sharp swords.

After a bard received a lot of attention with his brief words, he took the knight's long sword with scabbard at his waist.

"Do you know? The long sword in my hand has a resounding name."

"It's called 'Snow Dragon's Song'."

"Three years ago, in the Northern Wind Province of the Empire far away from this city, my lord, the honorable Baron Ryan, was on his way to his own frozen land territory."

"It was the winter of that year. You may have never seen the north wind in the empire. Every winter, the area is covered with snow. The frozen land is at the northernmost part of the empire, deep in the north."

"It was not smooth for the Baron to go to his own territory. Every footprint left a deep mark in the snow. That was the North telling him to go back. The North is not a place you can come to."

"The Baron refuses to admit defeat. He knows he will win and defeat the cold North."

"So he came to the highest point of the mountain, and that's when the avalanche happened."

"The baron on the top of the mountain drew out his sword and stuck it firmly into the crack of the rock. He didn't know when the avalanche would end. At that time, all he could rely on was the weapon in his hand."

"The long sword did not disappoint the young baron. They trusted each other."

"Finally, everything faded away, the sunlight in the sky was golden, the white snow on the ground disappeared, and instead, the frozen land appeared before the Baron's eyes."

"When the baron was looking into the distance, a huge dragon flew over the snow-capped mountains into the distance. Because of his arrival, the dragon chose to leave this warm land and go to the north to look for a dragon cave again."

"All that remains in that sky is the roar of the giant dragon and the life after the avalanche."

"After that, Lord Baron Ryan ordered the forging of long swords one after another, and inserted them into the avalanche mountain. Each of them was named 'Snow Dragon's Song'."

"He said that one day, the ordinary iron sword will become a legend. At that time, even if the snow dragon roars, the whole world will witness its sharpness."

"And the long sword in my hand is one of them."

"One day, 'Snow Dragon Song' will become a legend, and its owner will have his name imprinted in the pages of history."

"But I'm not a knight."

The bard said with some regret, then drew his sword. At that moment, the cold light made everyone in the tavern narrow their eyes subconsciously. They felt the sharpness and the preciousness of the sword.

"I am just a wandering bard, telling stories from far away to places even further away. I am always on the road of travel, and the only things that can accompany me are stories and wine."

"So, I plan to give it to a more powerful knight, hoping that one day he can make Snow Dragon Song a legendary weapon. If that day really comes, I hope that when he talks about his weapon, he can say that it was given to him by a bard a long, long time ago."

"So, do you have such a powerful person here?"

The bard cried:
"This sword can only be obtained by the bravest warrior here. If you are the most powerful and if you are willing to buy me a pot of wine, then I will give this sword to you."

The bard spoke loudly, still pouring strong liquor into his mouth.

He was not drunk, but he was extremely excited.

"I come!"

Someone spoke excitedly, but other voices were soon heard nearby.

"I am the most powerful."

"Hahahaha, you guys fight, fight, if you win you can get 'Snow Dragon Song', go see the world above the mountains, the avalanche, and listen to the roar of the dragon."

The bard spoke loudly, and the others in the tavern quickly made way, leaving a wide space. Two burly men charged at each other with a roar. Although neither of them was armed, they still had blood in their mouths and noses in the first place.

This scene stimulated everyone in the tavern. They watched the two people fighting excitedly, their faces flushed and they wished they could be one of them. It was not until one of them won that someone stood up.

"I'm stronger than he is."

"Perhaps, you should wait until he regains his strength."

"I don't need to. I can beat him."

"Go ahead Harold, fuck him, fuck him!"

The romance belonging to men echoed in this tavern. After a long time, the bard lay on the table and threw the knight's sword in his hand to the last person standing in the middle.

"It is yours, noble knight."

"Remember... buy me a drink." "I will stay here for ten days. During these ten days, all the drinks you drink will be mine!"

The knight spoke loudly, speaking to the tavern owner.

"The bard, he is not the strongest. The White he defeated is stronger, he was just injured."

Someone said unwillingly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. If he wins, then he is powerful, and 'Snow Dragon Song' will have a new story with him."

"Perhaps, that sword will have many owners, but in the end it will definitely appear in the hands of the most powerful knight."

“It’s going to have a story that’s…really its own.”

The bard smiled intoxicatedly, he was a man of Exner, their ancient stories were never false, they would not be drunk by wine, but he was drunk today, because he wanted to make himself forget a story that might be an illusion, and let the arrival of tomorrow help him remember a story that truly belonged to him, a story that he created.

Stories and wine are everything to the bard, and with the departure of this sword, he will gain all of it.

He will become a true bard, the most respected profession in the hearts of the people of Exnel.

The next day, the bard woke up and was about to leave, but the tavern owner stopped him.

"Bard, you haven't told us your name yet. I want to hear your story."

“Bards have no names. We are always on the road of travel. We are the experiencers of stories. Every story of ours belongs to all bards.”

“You may never hear my stories again, but when you hear the bard, you will know that it is me.”

The tavern owner opened his eyes wide and still pulled him.

"Yesterday the knight allowed you to drink for ten days."

The tavern owner wanted to keep him because the bard brought him half a month's income last night.

"We agreed to drink a pot of wine, so I will only drink a pot of wine. One story can only be exchanged for one pot of wine."

The bard has left, and he will appear in many places. Perhaps those boring territories of the nobles will be briefly bustling and lively because of the appearance of the bard.

In Dawn City, no one thought that the fruits from the Frozen Territory were too expensive. They flocked in, bought out all the stock, and then were eager to return to the place where they wanted to show off and put their evidence and stories in front of others.

Whether they were knights or nobles who came here with the Chamber of Commerce, they all greedily tasted the food described in the bard's stories.

"The caravans from the Frozen Territory will come to the kingdom every month, so don't worry."

The appearance of the bards brought a stir to the dull and boring circles of the kingdom. Wherever they went, nobles were willing to invite them, and some would even take the initiative to pay for their tavern expenses.

Gradually, other people began to emerge and became bards in an attempt to gain fame and wealth, but they were quickly discovered.

One reason is that the stories told by these people are false and boring, and the other is that everyone knows that the real bards come from another world, from the territory of Baron Llane, who helped the king defeat the orcs and the Church.

He possessed a world of wealth and had accurate origins, so other bards were quickly overwhelmed by the counterfeiting.

The bard from the Frozen Territory is the real bard.

Such voices gradually became a consensus.

The journey to the Andara Kingdom was soon over, and the team of three hundred people became more than four hundred people. They loaded a batch of specialties of the kingdom and then headed to the Serra Kingdom, leaving the empty carriage, which would be filled there.

During this process, Ryan also received commendation from the emperor.

Ryan doubted that these words could be used to describe every noble, so he just let it go and pocketed the emperor's reward.

A few hundred thousand gold coins were not bad, and the key lay in the magic potion from the Cathedral of Light.

Soul Potion.

"These potions can slowly strengthen the power of the soul. They are simply priceless treasures for magicians. When knights take them, they can also provide more defense against the magician's mental power."

After studying it, Mage Lula said that the potion had no side effects, so Ryan gave half of it to Mage Luna.

"The strength of the soul doesn't have such an obvious effect on the knight, but it should be very helpful to you."

"Perhaps we can find a way to buy another batch the next time someone from the Cathedral of Light comes to collect the birch bark books."

The Cathedral of Light sends money to Ryan every quarter. Recently, due to the Andara Kingdom, the demand for birch bark books has increased, and Ryan can get more gold coins from it.

"The caravan heading south should be arriving in Calais soon. I believe it won't be long before you can collect the materials for your mage tower."

Compared with the economic exchanges between kingdoms, the team Ryan sent to the south of the empire was luxurious and important.

Brock and Bogeld led the team personally, a total of 500 people, with more than 300 carriages. If he had not borrowed some ox carts from the nobles to make up the number, he would not have been able to get this number.

This team will bring the specialties of the Frozen Territory, and will also bring back the materials needed by the two mages and the alchemist Rose.

Even in the south, they were still renting large transportation vehicles from the Chamber of Commerce or nobles. Ryan had just heard that his own Clayton family actually had a huge carriage pulled by earth dragons, and they were all the younger brothers of the amber dragon.

Master Luna was also a little excited. She could finally become a real great wizard.

"I plan to have Mr. Rose accompany me on a trip deeper into the North when it's warmer soon."

Ryan said, asking for Mage Luna's opinion.

"What are you going to do in the North?"

"There are some things that humans don't have, and those great nobles won't sell them."

Ryan said that he planned to visit the frost dragon.

Ryan had this idea a long time ago, but he was too weak before and did not have the confidence to face a legendary dragon. But now, he wanted to see what this world's top creatures looked like.

"Master McKen needs the Heart of Life Rhythm. Such a huge amount of life energy can usually only be provided by the crystal nurtured in the heart of a giant dragon."

"If you want to improve your Mage Tower, you also need Earth Stone Marrow. Such stones often evolve in places where dragons live."

"In the end, if we can reach a friendly deal with that dragon that isn't violent, it would be a good outcome."

"But before that, we have to wait for the caravan to return from the Kingdom of Sera and bring the obsidian that the dragon needs."

"I still have to visit Lord Winter."

"He was the one who invited the giant frost dragon."

After thinking about it, Mage Luna made a decision and decided to go with Ryan.

And Ryan also set off for the Earldom of Winter.

Ryan now is no longer the Baron Ryan. After submitting his intention to visit, Earl Winter will prepare to receive his arrival with high standards, and Ryan's trip cannot be just a few horses.

The gorgeous carriage came in handy again. It was the first time Baron Ryan left the Frozen Territory after the Kingdom War, and he still attracted a lot of attention.

Brand led his knights and attendants to guard him, and several armored bears were recruited to run in front of the carriage.

"Soon, everyone should be officially a knight, right?"

In the carriage, Ryan was also a little excited. His own Bucks Legion was finally going to completely step into the ranks of the Extraordinary Legion. With more than a thousand formal knights, if it weren't for the existence of the spiritual panel, he didn't know how much more wealth he would have to pay to accomplish this.

How do those great nobles have such huge armies of extraordinary people?

The knights were fed life potions every day. The place where the knights lived was covered with a magic circle. The rich magic factors and various auxiliary means helped them to strengthen their bodies even when they were sleeping.

The food they eat probably comes from precious resources in another world. This is also the reason why the meat from another world in the mountains and forests discovered in the North Wind Province is not so easy to sell in the south.

Even the great nobles directly changed their bloodlines to make it easier for them to become official knights.

For example, Count Sauron’s army of dragon-blooded warriors, all of those people’s ancestors were humans bathed in dragon blood.

"You also have to choose your warhorse, armor, and weapons. I hope Brock will gain something from this trip to the south."

The Extraordinary Legion does not only require people, but also more.

For example, the Meyers family's Nightmare Knight Corps is composed entirely of Nightmare Knights, and even the horses they ride can spit out pitch-black flames.

Of course, Ryan was comparing himself with such great nobles, rather than the weak extraordinary legions of a few earls in the Andara Kingdom.

Well, now Ryan can say that they are weak enough.

(End of this chapter)