Throne of the North.

Chapter 41: Many Nobles

A group of more than a dozen people walked in the wind and snow and soon arrived in front of the tower, which was a manor.

There was a light flickering in the window, and it was obvious that someone had noticed them, but it was too cold outside and no one was willing to come out.

Bang bang bang!
Brand slammed the heavy wooden door hard. The door had not been opened for who knows how long. Under the force of gravity, ice chips scattered all over the ground.

"No need to shout, just go in."

As Brand broke in, they did not suffer any attacks.

Walking into the courtyard of this Gothic-style manor fortress, the Bronze Knight's power was useless this time when facing the inner gate.

"What an ingenious design! With just a few buckles, a door weighing thousands of pounds can be locked."

As Ryan finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from behind the door.

"We have no more food. Please leave."

"We are not here to ask for food, we will bring you warmth and food."

Who knew that after hearing Brand's words, the people inside changed their expressions drastically.

"Are you cultists?"

"What cult?" Brand was a little confused.

"We are not cultists. Open the door. There are only a few of us. What are you afraid of?"

Ryan stepped forward and said in a heavy voice: "I am Viscount Wittman, open the door!"

Then, within a few breaths, the door opened.

Looking at Ryan's figure, the man who opened the door changed his expression, "You are not Viscount Wittman."

At once, more people came up from the surroundings, all holding weapons in their hands, but it was obvious that they were not very skilled and they seemed to be holding their weapons unsteadily.

“Although I am not Viscount Wittman, I am also a nobleman.”

Ryan put his hand on the visor, and the next moment he took off a prismatic mithril visor, revealing a face that was not that of an ordinary person.

"you……"

The young man who spoke hesitated, but still said:

"I'll take you to see the Baron and his men."

After passing through several closed doors, Ryan found that the surroundings were obviously much brighter, and there were soldiers guarding the place, although they looked listless.

Finally, Ryan met many nobles here in a restaurant.

Yes, there were not one but eight nobles here. They were well-dressed and their hair was neatly combed, but even the paste on the exquisite silver plate in front of them did not seem to be in line with their status.

"Mashed potatoes?" Ryan was a little surprised. He actually saw potatoes. In an instant, his whole body became warm.

This thing should be very resistant to freezing.

Feeling Ryan's eager gaze, these people thought he was here to steal their food, so they all sped up their movements.

Only after they finished eating the food on their plates did these noble barons finally look at Ryan.

"Who are you? I never knew there was a noble like you in any manor around here."

"I am Ryan, the Baron of the Tundra Territory."

"You all seem to be having a bad time?"

Ryan looked at these barons. It was obvious that in the eternal winter, they could only huddle together for warmth.

"Hmph, can you live well? Can you light a fireplace in this damn weather?"

A fireplace? That's a good suggestion, why did I forget that?

“Maybe, it really is possible.”

Ryan looked at these nobles and asked directly, "How many people are there here?"

"What do you mean?" asked a baron.

"I can take you to avoid this deadly weather, but let me make it clear first. If you leave here, you will lose all your noble status. From now on, you are just a commoner."

However, this group of people seemed not to have heard the second half of his words. They opened their eyes wide and came to Ryan's side.

"Can you really take us to the city of the Southern Magic Furnace?" "Take me away quickly, and I'll give you gold coins, 10,000 gold coins!"

"I have gems here. I'll give them all to you if you take me to the south."

"stop!"

Ryan interrupted everyone's chatter.

"Come one by one, tell me what price you are willing to pay, but first, won't you introduce yourselves?"

After Ryan finished speaking, the nobles in front of him seemed to have regained their composure.

"I am Baron Yazhe."

"Yazhe? Who is Viscountess Wittman to you?"

Ryan asked.

"Sarah? You saw Sarah, how is she now? Is she doing well?"

"She is not bad. She has a yard where she can grow flowers and plants, and she doesn't have to endure the cold wind."

"Okay, that's fine."

Baron Yazhe relaxed and had more trust in Ryan.

After listening to all the barons' introductions, Ryan continued:

"The place I'm taking you to is not the South, but another world. That's my territory."

"Once you get there, all your identities will be meaningless. No one will acknowledge you as nobles, even if you do look like nobles."

"At most, I will treat you as wandering nobles, but wandering nobles are not much better than commoners, so you must understand that if you want to survive, you are no longer nobles."

"Everyone here will become my people, including the soldiers who originally belonged to you."

After hearing what Ryan said, the nobles here did not react for a long time.

In the end, Baron Yazhe was the first to come to his senses.

"What you said...is true?"

"I have no need to lie to you. Besides, your daughter is in my territory, and you can see her."

"Okay, I promise you, when I go to your territory, I will live as a civilian, but you can't take away my last name."

"it is good."

Ryan nodded, but there was no way he could just trust them.

"Then, swear an oath in the name of the Lord of the Dawn."

I don’t know if the Lord of Dawn can get here, but in the world where the empire is, in the place where the glory of the Lord of Dawn is, the price of breaking the oath is definitely more terrible than death.

After hearing Ryan's words, a baron couldn't help but refute.

"You cannot deprive us of our right to be nobles. I ask you to retain our status as wandering nobles."

"My territory does not need wandering nobles."

Wandering nobles mean that they may win over the hearts of the people. What if the common people believe that they can rise and follow them? This is something Ryan does not want to see.

"We are all apprentices of mages. How can we become commoners like those peasants?"

"We are born noble."

Ryan looked at these people helplessly, "Forget it, let's each take a step back. I will not allow you to live in my territory as nobles, so you must take the oath."

"But if you can pay enough, I can give you a piece of wasteland in the territory and allow you to build your own manor and farm there. However, you must pay taxes on your manor and harvest."

"This is my bottom line. I will make you rich. As for your unwillingness to give up your noble status, have you ever thought about who would know your noble status in another world?"

"Except for me, who knows your origins, no one will care where you are from. Even if you say you are aristocrats, no one will believe it is true."

"Also, if you become the owner of the manor, it means that you are qualified to recruit servants, guards, and slaves. In the future, you can obtain a noble title through the efforts of your family and have more chances than commoners to do so."

After hearing Ryan's words, the eight barons fell silent, but with Baron Yazhe taking the lead in taking the oath, they all agreed with Ryan's suggestion.

(End of this chapter)