Throne of the North.

Chapter 486: Small Boat, the Southern Nobles from Far Away

The craftsmen in Melendez built ships, so Ryan naturally sent people to learn from them secretly.

"How can I not learn it?"

Ryan was puzzled that the people he sent out returned empty-handed.

"They even let us help with the chopping of wood, but after the chopping, we couldn't observe them. They were very secretive about their craft."

In the face of this inherited skill, the fear that Ryan had previously brought to the craftsmen was useless. Those shipbuilding craftsmen valued their skills more than their own lives.

There were many key things, no, even from the beginning of shipbuilding, the people Ryan sent didn’t learn anything at all.

With a little more pressure, the efficiency and progress of shipbuilding will decline.

There were roars of dragons in the sky. Llane knew that the war between Surtur and the dragons had reached a critical moment and he had no more time.

He couldn't kill these craftsmen, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain to Melendez. Ryan even sent Brand to protect them.

In order to speed up the progress, Ryan could only let these craftsmen build the ship first.

"If I can't learn it, then I can't learn it. What that guy said is right. The frozen land territory doesn't need ships."

Compared to boats, sleds have higher priority than boats.

The weather has been better lately, and Ryan has sent a number of teams into the North, in which the sleds have performed extremely well.

However, Ryan found that the ships built by these people were still more crude than he had imagined.

Standing on the coast, Ryan looked at the raging waves in the distance, felt the chaotic magical factors in the sky, and finally his eyes fell on the large black sail floating on the beach nearby.

"Is this what you created?"

What can this thing do???
There isn't even a sail, no wonder they could make the thing in just a few days. Ryan thought it was some kind of efficiency and method unique to the extraordinary world, but he didn't expect that this would be the thing they made for him in the end.

"Is this the kind of rubbish I want? I want a ship that can sail this ocean!"

Ryan yelled at the craftsmen. He didn't believe that Viscount Melendez's family relied on such ships to deliver supplies to the prosperous west coast.

The furious Master Ryan calmed down after the scolding and got the answer through questioning.

It’s still because of the tools. These craftsmen can only make these things with the materials they currently have.

As for the huge ship that Ryan had in mind, it would require a lot of large-scale equipment, similar to... the Melendez family having a shipyard.

Large ships can only be produced in specialized places, not by hand.

"The technological level of this world doesn't seem to be as low as I imagined."

Ryan suddenly realized that this world, which seemed to be stuck in the era of slavery and farming, was not without certain means, but that those things were all in the hands of very few people.

There is no possibility of leakage at all.

Viscount Melendez heard that Ryan wanted a ship, but he did not realize how big a ship Ryan needed. When the craftsmen arrived, such a black-sailed boat was the limit of what they could make.

“How can a ship like this go to sea?”

There are huge waves in the distance, and Isabella and Surtur are trying to tug-of-war with the whole world. If this ship enters the ocean, it will be shattered within an hour.

But Ryan needed access to the ocean.

The corpse of the dragon and the fallen remains of Surtur, which Llane had been thinking about before. Areris told him that those things also emitted terrible light and heat in the deep sea.

Everything related to the gods is precious, not to mention that this is part of Surtur.

"What should I do?"

Ryan looked at these craftsmen and wondered if he could force out more things by using tough measures.

But in the end he didn't do so. He still had to maintain a good relationship with his father-in-law. Master Ryan was not yet at the point of using any means necessary.

"Let Mr. Rose come over and use alchemy to assist these craftsmen in building the ship."

Looking up, I noticed that the sky has become increasingly unbalanced lately. I don’t know if it’s because of the conflict between the powers of some great existence.

The issue of the ship cannot be relaxed, but what Ryan is most worried about now is not the ship.

But the south.

He had no direct connection with the South, but the outbreak of war implicated every noble in the empire.

That's right, war is no joke, but after several months of planning, His Majesty Emperor Flor made up his mind. More than 300,000 troops that once fought against the orcs in the north gathered silently in the Thousand Lakes Province in the south. Not to mention the Holy See, even a large number of nobles within the empire were extremely shocked by this, as they had no idea about it.

Emperor Flor in the Cathedral of Light declared war, and he would fight against the corrupted Church of Dawn on behalf of the great and immortal God of Light.

He listed a thousand pieces of evidence of the corruption of the Dawn Church, and every one of them... was true.

Yes, these one thousand pieces of evidence are what shocked the entire Norris continent. In the past, the nobles could only feel three or five of them, but no one had ever thought that the one thousand pieces of evidence pointing directly to the crimes of the Holy See were as solid as a mountain.

It is said that the Pope went crazy and created huge waves on the ocean. The holy light of the morning light melted countless waves, and even the seabed was clearly visible.

The one thousand items listed by the Flor Empire had a huge impact on the Dawn Church.

Ryan was affected by this.

……

"Some people have come to Lingdu City. They are trying to contact the Northern Brave Guild. Their ultimate goal is to purchase large-scale weapons from you."

The bard Sven stood in front of Ryan and talked about some of the recent secret changes in Lingdu City.

Next to Sven, the short man Appiah, the cat-man assassin leader, was covered in blood. Behind him, Bird was holding a few dry and hideous heads, suppressing his fear.

The owner of the head is an assassin, the black swan unique to the Church of Dawn.

They appeared in the Frozen Territory and launched seventeen terrible assassinations against Ryan at night. The cat assassins suffered more than 30% casualties and Appiah broke one of his arms. The killing in the dark ended at dawn.

"They are just cannon fodder, not strong. The Church knows you well, so if they want to kill you, they will not send a team weaker than last time."

"They... they killed the marquis despite the protection of the legend."

Appiah lowered his head. He hoped that Ryan would be alert, but there were still not many knights in the castle, which made him uneasy.

He no longer wanted to leave the Tundra Territory and become homeless. Cat people were slaves and food in the orc world, and they had no better treatment in the human world. Only in the Tundra Territory did cat people receive unprecedented respect.

Last night, he managed not to let these assassins disturb Ryan, but at that time... Ryan was watching the ship in another world.

Avril was the only frightened person in the castle. The magician's powerful mental power enabled her to perceive the assassination, and she was in fear all night.

So Ryan stood there indifferently, looking at these three people.

Beard knelt on the ground with his head in his hands. Making him hold his head was a punishment. The assassin Beard trembled all over.

"Master, damn Peter, it's my fault that I didn't keep an eye on the castle and let these damn assassins sneak in."

Bird kowtowed continuously while trembling, Ryan sat on the chair without saying a word, and only looked at Sven after a long time.

"What are the identities of those people?"

"I don't know yet, but they are definitely not from the Empire. Imperial nobles don't need to hide when buying weapons. They are also not from the nobles of the two eastern kingdoms. If they buy weapons from you, they can't hide it from your eyes."

"So, they're from the South?"

Ryan said this, narrowing his eyes slightly before continuing to speak.

"Find an opportunity to let them see me, but it can't be a formal one. Just let them see me by accident. I will go to Lingdu City in a few days." Sven glanced at the cat-man assassin next to him, hesitated, and lowered his head.

"Follow your wishes."

Ryan looked at Peter again.

"Go check on the lady's mood and do what you should do. From now on, the defense of the castle at night will be left to Apia."

"Master, thank you, Master."

Peter was so excited that he burst into tears. He felt even more guilty and knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

"Okay, go ahead. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Ryan drove Peter away and finally looked at Appiah.

"These assassins are meaningless. I will write to the nobles and ask if they have also been assassinated."

"The Empire is waging war, but I'm not sure if the Pope on the Holy Mountain is really brave enough to go against the entire world."

"As for these days, you don't have to leave. Guard Xijiao Mountain well. I don't want anything to happen to my wife."

Ryan didn't mention himself. These Black Swan assassins would die faster if they met him.

"Also, I need more cat-people assassins. The orcs have invaded the empire. Your tribe should have taken in a lot of cat-people. Do they listen to you?"

Appia bowed his head respectfully and said:
"They have no choice. Many of them are unruly, but they will soon become your warriors."

Appiah put on his hood and disappeared into the study. Ryan sat in the chair for a long time without moving. It was not until the sun set and dusk came that Ryan began to write.

The letter quickly received responses from all parties. His guess was correct. All the viscounts of the North Wind Province, the two earls, the Marquis of the North Wind, and Baron Ryan were assassinated by the Black Swan.

No noble died as a result, but most were injured and fell into fear.

Ryan was also relieved when he received the news.

"It seems that the Pope of Dawn is not completely crazy enough to make the whole world his enemy."

The assassination of nobles is an extremely horrific event no matter who does it. The assassination of Marquis Beifeng directly led to the intensification of the war in the south. Ryan is too far away from the Thousand Lakes Province, but he has still heard of the meat grinder-like battlefield there.

Moreover, the killing of Marquis Beifeng by the Vatican increased the support for the war among the nobles of the empire.

If it happened again, Ryan couldn't imagine the consequences.

Even the nobles of the whole world would declare war on the Holy See. They could accept the death of a large number of nobles in the war between the Empire and the Holy See, but they would never allow the dignity of the nobles to be challenged.

The Lord of the Dawn, the God of Light, whatever his name is, he has been sleeping for too long, and mankind's awe of the gods is being eroded bit by bit.

Ryan still hasn't redeployed the Bucks from Nidhogg.

Three days later, Ryan went to Lingdu City.

The speed of the development of the Northern Brave Guild was beyond imagination. In addition, there had been considerable problems with orcs in the nobles' territories in recent times. The nobles gradually reacted and arranged for the knights in their territories to kill the orcs and then carry the orcs' heads to the Northern Brave Guild to ask for money.

Ryan accepted it without hesitation, one gold coin for each orc.

Anyway, if you want money, the first thing you need to do is to register as an adventurer in the Northern Brave Guild.

Ryan is not afraid of them coming to him for money, but he is afraid that they will not take that step.

As long as you become an adventurer, are you still afraid that these knights will not be dragged into it?

"These people are just starting to react to what happened last year. What's wrong with their brains?"

The result was good, so Master Ryan didn't care too much about it.

After watching some adventurers' enthusiastic performances in the arena, Ryan was left alone as planned.

A guy with black hair and blue eyes blocked Ryan's way at a corner. Perhaps realizing that such behavior was indecent, he performed aristocratic etiquette.

A very old ritual.

"Ignazio, one of the Twelve Knights of Zoroastrianism, whose sword gleams under the stars, proclaims an ancient oath, and whose roar of blood lights up the sky, salutes you, Lord Baron of the North."

"Ignazio?"

Ryan searched his memories. He had not received the education of a noble heir, so... he didn't recognize him.

The young man was a little annoyed, but still smiled and said:

"Ignazio, please forgive your mistake. Just like the first few days after arriving here, we didn't know that you were the most powerful noble in this land."

“Brendan Ignazio, best regards.”

"A noble from the south?"

Ryan asked, inviting the other party into the carriage and then slowly moving towards the mansion.

"Ignazio is one of the twelve most ancient and noble bloodlines in the Norris continent. Our original ancestor was the first believer of the great Lord and one of the twelve knights under the glory of the dawn."

"Our ancestors followed the first Pope of the Dawn, the incarnation of the great Lord, and were the first nobles of this world."

"The original noble bloodline."

Ryan looked amazed, then said to Brendan:
"Forgive my previous disrespect, blood of Ignazio."

Ryan's apology made the young man accept that in this world, the older the nobles, the more arrogant their descendants were, and he no longer had the same attitude towards Ryan as before.

"We are also amazed by Baron Ryan's experience. You actually killed one of the six orc kings with your own hands."

After they flattered each other, the carriage arrived at the mansion, where Ryan asked Brendan.

"I really want to know why you're here and who you represent. I remember you said 'you guys' before."

"We come here on behalf of many noble bloodlines."

Brendan said this, he looked at Ryan but didn't say more.

"But Baron Ryan, we are not here to talk to you as nobles. We just want to buy powerful weapons from you. I heard that your territory is rich in more powerful weapons than other places."

"But Mr. Brendan, the weapons of the Tundra Territory cannot appear in the hands of strangers, because I cannot guarantee that those weapons will not appear on the battlefield with the Empire."

Ryan said this with a dissatisfied expression.

The Empire's sudden declaration of war on the Vatican caught Ryan off guard.

You have to know that during this period of time, even this year, Ryan only wanted to do two things.

Farming, let the swamp grow food, and Nidhogg, conquer that otherworldly plane, and take the spiritual panel to the next level.

After resolving these two issues, Ryan naturally took over the power to rule the Northern Province and established the great unification of the North as Baron Ryan.

But so many things have changed so far.

Ryan felt that he was having difficulty steering the ship. His expression at that moment was not an act, but he really wanted to reduce the trouble.

The Brendan in front of him was obviously one of the upcoming troubles.

"We will not appear in the war with the Empire, Baron Ryan can rest assured."

Ryan raised his brow.

(End of this chapter)