Throne of the North

Ryan, who thought that the North Wind Province was far from as peaceful as it seemed, finally returned to the topic itself. He asked Hatton and said:

"Mr. Hatton, are there war horses for sale every year in Lingdu City?"

"Of course, every spring when the weather is not so cold, merchants from the south will come to Beifeng Province in droves with good goods."

"Lingdu City is already considered remote. There are not many chambers of commerce here, but there are about a dozen."

"Every year, what attracts the most attention is the Imperial Chamber of Commerce, which belongs exclusively to the royal family. All the highland war horses come from them."

Ryan thought for a moment and asked again:

"Only a hundred horses?"

"Yes, only a hundred horses."

Ryan couldn't help but be speechless. Baron Hatton was even less smart than he thought.

So he said it directly, "The grassland where the empire's southern highland war horses are located is in the south close to the imperial capital. It took so much effort to transport them to Beifeng Province. How could Lingdu County, one of the seven counties, only have a hundred horses?" War horse? Even so, Viscount Miles, who has been passed down for hundreds of years, cannot agree."

"There are so many nobles and knights in Lingdu County, how can one hundred horses be enough?"

"That's right." Hatton's eyes were blank. He was not very smart and obviously couldn't think of any more answers.

"So, there are definitely more than a hundred war horses, but the extra war horses have been divided up before the Imperial Chamber of Commerce takes them out for sale."

"The one hundred war horses are the only ones left because they didn't dare to eat alone."

Thinking about the number of soldiers that a normal baron could produce, including the serfs, there could be four to five hundred people. A few war horses really didn't mean anything.

After finishing speaking, Ryan couldn't help but look at Baron Hatton.

"It seems that Mr. Hatton's relationship with Viscount Miles and Viscount Dragon is not that good."

His words made Haddon blush for a moment, and he almost lost his temper at Ryan, but considering the purpose of the trip, he calmed down.

At the same time, he was thinking in his heart that after this matter is over, it seems that he will have to walk around with the two viscounts.

The nobles not only fight and kill each other, but also have human relations.

But at the same time, he also had a little dislike for Ryan in his heart.

Hypocrisy and acting skills are the innate abilities of a nobleman, but Ryan actually picked up the shortcomings of Baron Hatton in front of so many people. He is not a qualified nobleman at all.

Glancing at the gloomy look on Baron Hatton's face from the corner of his eye, Ryan finally felt satisfied.

He was not very willing to have his name spread among the noble circles of the North Wind Province so quickly. After this exchange, I am afraid that Baron Hatton would not praise himself in front of other nobles.

For Ryan, this is a good thing. He has spirituality to open the door to the plane, and he can make a fortune quietly in the tundra territory.

An unpleasant exchange ended, and the speed of the journey became much faster. At noon, Ryan saw the iron mine hidden in the hills.

After many conflicts and collisions, the iron mine has been completely occupied by the Walter Knight. Baron Hatton has not received income from the iron mine for several months.

What left Ryan a little speechless was that a group of several hundred people had already appeared two to three hundred meters away from the mine, and no one noticed them.

It seems that this Walter knight is not as smart as he thought.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a mine slave finally saw the crowd of people here while transporting ore, and suddenly started shouting in fear, causing the entire mine to panic.

Finally, after experiencing the roaring suppression of some trainee knights, seven to eight hundred people arrived outside the mine without any queue. Standing at the front were more than a hundred capable soldiers belonging to the Walter Knights.

Hatton looked at the figure in iron armor standing at the front with some shock, "Walter! Why are you here!?"

"Hahahaha, Hatun, I knew you wouldn't give up, so I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Your patience is worse than I thought, but it's okay. This way I can return to the territory earlier. This I’m almost getting maggots from sleeping in the mine for a few days!”

Walter had obviously calculated that Hatton would not be willing to accept the profits from the iron ore. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel happy about his military strategy. However, he looked at Ryan next to Hatton and couldn't help but frown.

He has never met Ryan, but he can see the aristocratic temperament in Ryan.

After a brief shock, Hatton also sneered, "Walter, no matter how smart you are, you must hand over this iron ore today."

After speaking, he ordered White: "Come on."

What left Ryan speechless once again was that after the shouts of the lords on both sides, the serfs on both sides charged with forks or wooden spears without any plan.

But the big scene of thousands of people still made people's blood boil. When Ryan saw Hatton next to him, he subconsciously clenched the knight's sword, and his face turned a little bloodshot red.

"Ryan, you have to help me."

Hatton looked at Ryan. He was still not so confident due to his repeated defeats against the Walt Knight.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hatton, we are friends."

Ryan nodded towards Brand, who drove his war horse towards the battlefield of White Knight and Walter Knight. Behind him, thirty-one knight attendants also formed two square formations and rushed to the battlefield.

Ryan is not a commander, he cannot change the way this war is fought, but it is enough that he can control his soldiers.

Facing a group of trainee knights, a group of pale and skinny serfs had no chance of blocking them, and the soldiers who formed a square phalanx also broke through the battlefield of the serfs and collided with the soldiers led by Knight Water.

The soldiers blessed by the deer spirit took the upper hand at the first time, and the soldiers of Knight Water had no rules in their fighting methods and were no match at all.

Of course, the most critical thing was the battlefield of the three official knights.

Knight White and Brand were almost suppressing Knight Water. Although Knight Water had a knight armor made with a lot of money, he would probably be defeated soon when facing two knights.

As Knight Water was knocked off his horse by a sword and fell to the ground, the battle of the three people also fell from the horse to the ground.

To put it bluntly, the three were not good at riding horses to fight, and the best performance was Brand who had only been in contact for a few hours.

Knight Water, who fell heavily, got up very slowly. When he got up, Knight White had already arrived in front of him and stabbed him with a sword.

At this moment, Knight White's eyes were full of excitement. He wanted to make meritorious contributions. Only by accumulating enough contributions could he exchange a pioneering order from the Hatton family in the future.

But at this critical moment, Knight Water, who was fully armored, grabbed the long sword that White stabbed at him with one hand.

Both sides could vaguely see that there was a trace of black airflow flowing on the surface of Knight Water's armor.

"Bronze Knight!"

White's eyes were full of fear and he shouted.