Throne of the North.

Chapter 2: Frozen Territory

A group of soldiers, like refugees, walked out of the forest, each of them covered in dirty snow and mud.

Ryan, who was lying on the back of an apprentice knight, couldn't help but twitching his eyelids, but as he walked out of the forest, the scene in front of him shocked him.

Below him was the ridge of a forest, and the dense trees blocked his view for several hours.

And in front of them, there appeared a plain, or a snowfield, about fifty or sixty meters away.

The vast white world filled his eyes, and dozens of houses were scattered on the thousands of square meters of snowfield.

Further ahead was a mountain that looked like a rhinoceros horn, probably two or three hundred meters high. From Ryan's previous vision, the angle between it and the ground was about forty to fifty degrees.

The tip of the rhino's horn pierced into the extremely cold wind and snow in the North, making Ryan almost feel as if there was a huge rhino standing underground looking at him.

It was shrouded in boundless flying snow, and mortals could only vaguely see its outline. Even so, the oppressive force it brought still made the eight trainee knights and Beard around it breathe faster.

"This is Master Ryan's territory..."

Although the old butler looked like he was about to collapse, he still didn't look tired after walking for such a long time.

Ryan still envied the physique of a formal knight.

Is this vast white world before my eyes the place where I will spend my remaining years and die?

Ryan couldn't help but feel curious, but soon, these ten people couldn't be curious anymore.

Because...it's cold.

Without the barrier of the mountains and forests, the bitter winter wind in the north made the ten people's teeth chatter, and the flying snow that drifted over from time to time fell on Ryan's neck, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"It's so cold."

Even the old butler, who was an official knight, couldn't help but shrink his body, but when he looked at Ryan, whose face turned pale, the anger in his eyes almost dispelled all the coldness.

"Damn it! If all the things belonging to Master Ryan had not been detained in the imperial capital, how could his precious body have fallen to such a state?"

As he spoke, he looked at Ryan, tears welling up in his old eyes again.

"When the Earl comes back, he will not let those people off."

After hearing what Beard said, Ryan, who had forgotten his tiredness, fell silent.

As a baron crowned by the royal family himself, he certainly shouldn't be surrounded by just an old butler and eight apprentice knights.

At the coronation ceremony, Columbus III gave him a hundred guards, thirty of whom were official knights, and the remaining seventy were apprentice knights. The three leading knights had the strength of silver knights.

Hundreds of war horses and three carriages loaded with supplies for territorial development should be worth no less than one thousand gold coins.

There were also dozens of slaves to serve the young baron, including the catwoman that Columbus III used to corrupt him.

However, on the short distance from the palace to the gate of the imperial capital, his carriage was gone and his slaves were gone.

His guards were also detained outside the imperial capital for various reasons. In the end, only fifty apprentice knights followed Ryan to leave the imperial capital and go to the North Wind Province.

When he arrived at the North Wind Province, there were only eight apprentice knights and the old butler Beard left by his side.

Most of the remaining forty-two guards and the old butler's son, Little Beard, were detained in checkpoints along the way. Little Beard was even detained in the Flying Wing Canyon that connects the North Wind Province with other provinces of the empire.

The predecessor Ryan was filled with anger and resentment about this, and even thought about the counterattack after Earl Clayton returned to the empire and then took himself back to the warm and comfortable south.

But Ryan is now very clear that all the difficulties along the way have represented the blockade of the Clayton family by most interest groups in the empire. If everything is settled before the earl returns to the empire, it will be too late when he returns.

And even if that earl was extremely powerful and could restore order, he could not change his position as the Baron of the Northern Frozen Territory. He was a baron crowned by the royal family themselves, and there was absolutely no possibility of changing his position.

So even if the Clayton family has the possibility of counterattacking, those things have nothing to do with him anymore.

From the moment he obtained the title, he had already separated from the Clayton family.

From now on, the people behind him are not the Clayton family, but the Frozen Territory and Baron Ryan.

In his name, a new family tree will begin from him.

boom!
Ryan was completely submerged in the snow. The cold white snow was no longer as beautiful as it looked before. The biting cold made Ryan, who had already lost too much blood, become conscious again.

When he came to his senses, he had already appeared on the back of the old butler Beard, and in front of him were seven kneeling guards and the captain of the guard Deren who was punching one of them hard.

"How dare you throw the Baron down? Rosen, you deserve to be cut into pieces!"

All of Deren's anger exploded at the guard named Rosen. There was fear in his eyes. Ryan looked like he was about to faint, and he seemed to see his head rolling out a bright red streak on the white ground.

He drew his knight's sword, but Ryan's voice behind him left his arm hanging in the air.

"Okay Deren."

Ryan stopped the captain of the guard. After all, he only had these nine people left by his side.

He looked at Rosen, whose face was also pale, not sure whether it was because of fear or because of the coldness of the northern border.

"Rosen, and you guys, get up first."

Ryan insisted on getting down from Beard. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he felt that as the backbone, he had to show hopeful qualities.

Of course, the key reason was that he saw the relatively flat road leading into the village.

"From now on, this is where we live."

He did not take excessive care of Rosen. In this strict era, that was not a good thing.

Ryan's small body was trembling as he walked on the land road. At this moment, he was very glad that he still had some basic knowledge of knight training.

Behind him, the old butler Beard and eight guards with different expressions were looking at Ryan in surprise.

And in front of him, in this unknown village, there were already a dozen men holding dung forks and other "weapons" looking towards him.

Ryan took a deep breath and looked at the group of villagers in front of him who were obviously malnourished. His voice was childish but naturally majestic.

"I am Ryan, the lord of the frozen land."

In this era, there is no possibility of impersonation. As the ruling class, the aristocrats are all related and everyone is an acquaintance.

After hearing Ryan's words, the group of villagers in front immediately dropped everything in their hands and knelt down towards Ryan.

"My Lord, you are finally here."

"Now that the lord has arrived, we will have food."

(End of this chapter)