Throne of the North.

Chapter 8 North Garh Fort
"My Lord, everything has been sorted out."

Brand came to Ryan with thirty trainee knights and spoke loudly.

Ryan looked at the packages made of animal skins and did not investigate too much, as long as there was nothing bigger than a space gate.

Then he waved his hand casually, and a space door appeared in front of him as if by miracle.

Looking at Rosen and Old Beard, the two understood and walked straight in. They had to prevent Deren, who was guarding the frozen land territory, from being so shocked.

"Let's go. Although the other side isn't warm either, it's much better than here."

Brand led thirty soldiers to guard Ryan, while more than 400 villagers in the village went to the Frozen Territory through the space gate one after another.

Gradually, there was only an empty space in front of Ryan.

His eyes turned to the few remaining wooden houses with torches on. This winter, those old people would be buried with them.

“I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to come back here in the future.”

Thinking in his heart, Ryan also walked into the space gate.

……

His body became much warmer at this moment. Looking at the demolished wooden house, Ryan felt that it was so warm here even though it was exposed to the cold air.

It's because the weather was so bad before. I'm afraid that only when we continue to go deeper northward from the permafrost area can we feel such coldness.

"Thinking about it this way, it seems to make me feel a lot better."

Everything is learned through comparison. The Empire sneered at the North Wind Province, but the people of the Exnel Continent were ecstatic.

In contrast to them, the dozens of villagers in the Frozen Territory and Deren’s seven apprentice knights were stunned.

They racked their brains but couldn't figure out where the lord had brought so many people from.

But everything in the Frozen Territory belongs to the Baron Lord, and no one dares to question or be curious.

There are no slaves in the Frozen Territory now, but that's not to say there can't be slaves.

In this world of strict rules, silence and numbness are the noblest qualities of ordinary people.

……

Rhino Horn Mountain.

With the physique of a formal knight, Ryan was finally able to face the cold wind on the top of the mountain. He had been thinking about living in the Baron's Castle, but he didn't expect to achieve his small goal in less than two days.

"I was wrong about that architecture wizard. The scenery here is indeed beautiful."

Before his eyes was an extremely vast world. He could even imagine that when there was no ice and snow, there should be a wide river under his feet, with towering foothills on both sides of the river. The winding river flowed between the mountains to a low place. The river water was clear, and the foothills were lush with trees. In the green bushes hid hares or elks, as well as cunning hungry wolves hunting for prey.

And in the upper reaches of the river that can be seen from Rhino Horn Mountain, there is a lake. It is a huge lake formed by a waterfall falling from a higher mountain range, and countless fresh fish and flying birds are foraging in it.

Here, you can see the beauty of the lake at a glance. The roaring sound of the waterfall has become a pleasant harp because of the distance, echoing on the Rhino Horn Mountain day after day.

But now everything is gone. The majestic foothills are covered with snow. I heard that green can only be seen for two to three months next summer.

The winding river has also been frozen to form a glacier, forming a smooth ice surface at the foot of Rhino Horn Mountain.

Everything you see is covered in white snow. The lake has become an ice lake, and the rushing waterfall has become sharp ice cones.

Looking down from above, the frozen land looks like a big bowl with many potholes.

Even so, the scenery on Rhino Horn Mountain is still very good.

"Does that lake have a name?" Ryan said, pointing at the frozen lake.

Old Beard spoke up at the right moment, "It's called North Gal Lake."

“It’s a beautiful name.”

Ryan turned around and looked at his Baron Castle. To be honest, it was just a building with less than ten houses and could not be called a fortress at all.

He looked at his residence and said, "From now on, this place will be called Beigal Castle. The name Frozen Castle is too ugly."

"Do your will."

There were only the master and his servant on Rhino Horn Mountain. Even Brand, who was supposed to follow Ryan, was sent to help the villagers build houses. The power of the formal knights was considerable in this regard.

Looking back at the territory he was building, Ryan said boldly:
"I will build a city here. It will be called Beigal City. The name of this city will surely resound throughout the entire empire. No, the entire south!"

The vast plain at the foot of the mountain is big enough to build a big city.

In the empire, a viscount's territory often has a small city that can accommodate only 18,000 people.

Ryan's ambitions are much greater than theirs.

"Master Ryan has grown up." Old Beard on the side smiled with relief.

He believed more than Ryan that this would be the case in the future.

The envisioned future has not yet arrived, but the difficulties that the Frozen Territory is facing now are immediately placed in front of Ryan.

Brand brought Hamidi to Ryan, and the village chief who could only manage a hundred people was about to cry.

"My Lord, we really don't have enough food."

Currently, the population of the Frozen Land Territory has exceeded six hundred, with the majority being the four hundred or so people from Luling Village. Although they bring their families and dry food with them, they cannot sustain it for long.

In the northern land, in the harsh winter, food is always a topic that can never be exhausted.

Moreover, it is winter now. Even in spring, it will take more than two months for the Frozen Territory to plant crops such as wheat compared to the south, and one and a half months later than other territories in the North Wind Province.

Relying on farming is not realistic for now. Hunting? There are not so many prey in the winter. Do you really think the beasts in the extraordinary world are so fragile?
Hunting cannot be sustained for too long, and eating too much meat is not a good thing.

"Then we have no choice but to buy it." Ryan looked at Old Beard helplessly.

"How much money do we have left?"

The old butler was even more helpless than Ryan. "All our money was confiscated along the way. Now we only have..."

The old palm was full of cracks, but it still made the golden coin shine.

"One gold punk, fifteen silver coins, and thirty-five copper coins."

Gold, silver, and bronze, in the ratio of one, twenty, and one hundred.

The annual income of a family of five freemen in the North Wind Province was only ten silver coins. One gold coin could allow them to have enough food and drink for a year, and occasionally have some wine and meat.

As for the serfs... they were living a comfortable life as long as they didn't owe their lords anything.

If you can't even become a serf, there is no guarantee that you can survive for many years.

So, Ryan now has no food and no money.

(End of this chapter)