Throne of the North.

Chapter 1 Ryan Clayton

The Borean Province of the Empire is located in the northeasternmost corner.

Far away from the prosperity of the west coast, close to the freezing winter of the north.

Poor and cold are the few words that can be used to describe this place.

If it weren't for the connection called Wing Canyon, this place would almost become an enclave as seen on the map.

The light of the Lord of Dawn fell on the lush forest, dispelling all the coldness and allowing the dishevelled and handsome young man, who was leaning against a tree, to recover from the shock of the time travel.

Ryan Clayton, that's his name.

"this is my name."

The young man struggled to get up. He looked down at his chest, where his gorgeous clothes had been torn. Similarly, on his back, he could feel an even wetter sensation.

Those were the marks left by the assassin's rapier that pierced his chest and back.

The pale palms supported the big tree, and the boy from the Blue Star gradually accepted all the memories in his mind.

“That’s my name.”

In this magical world with gods and witchcraft wizards, Ryan Clayton firmly accepts it all.

He traveled through time and became Ryan Clayton, a young baron who was about to arrive in his territory and died at the hands of an assassin.

Shaking his head, Ryan felt his limbs trembling a little. It seemed that he had lost too much blood before.

And not far away, a pair of hungry eyes were staring at him.

"No way, I just traveled through time and I'm going to die?"

Ryan felt that he might become the most miserable time traveler because he just felt the existence of his golden finger.

I have traveled through time, I still have the hang-up, but I am about to die.

Is there anything more desperate than having hope right before your eyes?

Fortunately, the call from deep in the forest gave Ryan hope again.

"Master Ryan!"

"Master Ryan!!!"

"Beard, I'm here."

Ryan looked towards the source of the sound, and saw an old man with scattered white hair and eight apprentice knights with blood on their bodies running towards him in a hurry.

Those were his butler and knight guards.

When Ryan saw that he was still intact, he clearly felt the old man's relief.

"Master Ryan, I'm glad you're okay."

"If you are hurt, we can't atone for our sins even if we die a hundred times." Beard said as he moved towards Ryan, wanting to see if he had any wounds on his body.

"Beard, I'm fine."

Ryan blocked the rough palm extended by the old butler and did not pay attention to the other party's actions. After all, from childhood to adulthood, it was basically the other party who took care of him.

"By the way, what about the group of thieves you encountered?"

Ryan said, changing the subject.

Hearing this, not only was Beard's face filled with anger, but the eight apprentice knights around him also went from feeling ashamed to being angry.

"Those peasants dared to call themselves thieves and ambush the Baron."

Knight Commander Deren gritted his teeth, as if this was the only way to cover up his negligence in allowing Ryan to be dispersed.

Ryan was silent. It seemed that the thieves formed by that group of refugees were also a cover to conceal the assassin who actually killed him.

If a noble died at the hands of an elite assassin, it would be no small matter for the entire empire.

Because that means that some people in politics have begun to act unscrupulously.

What's more, the reason why he appeared in this cold and remote North Wind Province was a political game.

"It's okay, I'm not dead, am I?"

"Let's go. We have to reach the frozen land before noon."

Ryan was still young, only fourteen years old, and his limbs were weak due to excessive blood loss, so he had to be carried on the back of a knight.

Walking in the mountain forest without even a road, even though he felt physically and mentally exhausted, he still didn't dare to fall asleep easily. He was sorting out his memories and cognition that suddenly had more than ten years.

Those fancy magic and knightly fighting skills made him yearn for them.

This world has gods, and one hundred and thirty years ago, many gods reached their twilight and a pan-dimensional war broke out.

The War of the Gods lasted for thirty years, and many gods died or fell asleep.

But the disaster brought by that war was far more than that. On the Norris continent where Ryan was located, which was also called the main world by some gods, two-thirds of the land fell into an eternal winter.

Since then, the cold north has been called the North by the southerners.

Snow and wind covered the entire northern border. The year-round cold wind and the depths of the glaciers could even form pure ice that would never melt.

The land in the north is no longer suitable for human habitation, and all the people in the north who survived the war fled to the south.

The Flor Empire, which was originally unknown in the south, became the overlord of the Norris continent in an instant and expanded a lot of territory in recent decades.

The North Wind Province where Ryan is now was occupied by Duke Meyers, one of the four grand dukes of the Flor Empire, and his tens of thousands of Nightmare Knights more than ten years ago.

But the Province of North Wind is not currently under the rule of that Grand Duke.

Obviously, this is another disgusting political struggle.

Far away from the warm winds and prosperity of the west coast, the Borean Province is the empire's territory closest to the northern border.

Coupled with the fact that various parties in the empire had previously disrupted Grand Duke Meyers's good deeds, this place was a complete mess. The refugees and thieves encountered in the previous life were actually a group of thieves who could not stand the unlimited oppression of their own lords and the occasional plundering by other lords.

This is the North Wind Province. The imperial capital is even considering whether to abandon the entire North Wind Province, as it costs the empire millions of gold coins every year.

The barony that Ryan is about to visit, Frozen Territory, is located at the northernmost part of the entire Borean Province.

If the Borean Province is almost an enclave of the Empire, then the Frozen Territory is equivalent to an enclave of the Borean Province.

After passing through the swamps and forests that are disturbed every year, you will reach the frozen land.

That was his territory, no one could control it, but it was definitely not a good thing.

If the frozen land still had any value, it would have been occupied long ago. The reason it still exists is because no one can squeeze even a silver coin out of it.

Too far from the west coast, too close to the north.

But this is all he has to face, but the previous assassination told him that he has to face not only the cold wind in the north, but also the pressure from within the empire.

Every title in the empire is extremely precious, but his ability to become a baron was the result of a struggle among the top leaders of the empire.

Ryan Clayton is the least visible of Earl Clayton's many descendants.

There are many younger generations in the Clayton family who are better than him, and they all yearn for a title, even if it is a pioneer knight.

Ryan's baronship can be imagined.

however……

"Three months ago, Earl Clayton led his 30,000 Fire Dragon Knights across 1,200 miles into the heartland of the northern orcs, beheaded the high priest of the mammoth people on the snowy mountains, and massacred hundreds of orc tribes."

"More than three hundred thousand orcs have been enslaved and are being transported back to the Empire."

"The income of tens of millions of gold coins is just what we know. There are even rumors that the divine light treasured by the Mammoth Tribe was obtained by Earl Clayton."

"Inside the empire, the Clayton family is trying to turn Earl Clayton into the fifth Grand Duke of the empire!"

“Thus, a silent political struggle broke out before the count even returned to the empire.”

"The cake is so small. No one wants to have another person to share the cake besides the royal family and the four archdukes."

"The result is that an insignificant Ryan Clayton became a baron, and a baron of the Northern Province."

"So, the title of baron offset the earl's contribution in the expedition against the orcs."

Just from these few memories, Ryan could feel what kind of a sea of ​​fire and swords the capital of Roll, thousands of miles away, was like.

"If it was just Ryan, um, if it was just Ryan, he would have died on the way to the territory."

"If I were just a simple time traveler, facing this world with strict rules, I'm afraid it would be useless."

"But I have a cheat." Thinking of this, Ryan felt a little less tense.

As his mind moved, a palm-sized translucent light curtain appeared in front of him.

【Spirituality: 9】

(End of this chapter)