Black Iron Crown

After seeing the northern military aristocrats who put half or even two-thirds of their income into the army, Sir Frante understood why the South was conquered by the Kingdom of Ridka in the first place.

Killing and fighting have almost been integrated into the bones of the northern soldiers, but the southerners themselves are still addicted to the warm climate and rich products.

It is not surprising that a large amount of financial income was wasted on the pleasure of life and death, and it was conquered by the Kingdom of Ridka.

In the beginning, Earl Creek was a little unconcerned with Sir Frante's persuasion, because they have spent their lives like this in the past. If they cut their expenses, wouldn't they have to live a hard life?

After hearing his father's reason, Frant did not hesitate at all, and finally convinced his father by stating his interests.

"General!"

The soldiers who were training in sparring immediately stopped when they saw Frante, and turned their eyes to him with respect and admiration.

These people followed Frante in the north and plundered many villages and my castles. Many powerful northern lords were wiped out under their siege, so this group of people respected Sir Frante very much.

Sir Farrant waved his hand, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face covered by the helmet, and said: "Leave me alone, you continue to train, take these recruits, and let them have combat effectiveness as soon as possible!"

After thinking for a while, Sir Farrant said again: "Listen! Your armor is already being forged..." Sir Farrant's voice was not loud, but it also sounded a little weird.

However, his words were repeated loudly by the two followers beside him.

"You, like the soldiers in the north, will soon have a full set of armor! You will no longer have any disadvantages! At the same time, your military salary will be guaranteed, and the food will be provided to you with the best. Your mission is to Form combat power before the end of winter! Combat power that can really fight against the northerners!"

Ser Farrant's diminutive figure looked comical as he paced back and forth, but no one dared to laugh at the victorious general.

"Don't think that you can fight after a month of training!" Sir Farrant said, he could feel that there was already a sense of pride and complacency among these recruits.

"Soldiers! Tell them how strong the warriors of the North are!"

"They wear armor and hold iron spears and swords in their hands. Wielding a long sword is as easy as eating and drinking. They use weapons to kill people like you are so skilled in farming!"

"Your predecessors fought the enemy desperately with spears, but they were defeated because of armor equipment! Do you know? We have to pay the price of two or three people to kill a northerner!"

"Now, I will also equip you with armor and spears! I hope you will carry out rigorous training! When the winter is over, don't be beaten by the northern soldiers powerlessly!"

Listening to Sir Frante's words, the veterans who retreated from the north with him bowed their heads one after another. It is true that they were beaten by the northern soldiers. It is true that those people are like natural fighters, and it is really difficult to fight them. too difficult.

After saying this, Sir Farrant left the barracks, but just as he was about to leave, he met his elder brother, Sir Andrew, the eldest son of the Earl of Creek.

"What a coincidence, Frante, are you also here to inspect the military training?"

"Yeah..." Frante's face under the helmet was full of smiles: "After all, we will take them to the battlefield next year. How can we not be careful?"

Sir Andrew couldn't help sighing when he saw this, a look of unbearable feeling appeared on his pale face, he patted Sir Farrant on the shoulder, and said apologetically, "This... this should have been my responsibility..."

"It's okay..." Frante looked at his elder brother who was two years older than himself but was sickly and weak, and lowered his head slightly: "We are the closest people, brother, you are not in good health, so I will naturally take responsibility for this Here we go!"

"After the winter is over, you will take people to fight in the north, but you must be careful. It doesn't matter even if you can't win the victory. The most important thing is that you come back safely!"

Sir Andrew grabbed Sir Farrant's shoulder and urged.

At this time, the north was already snow-white, and Berensburg, which was close to the northern border, was also very cold.

Count Choral entertained his relatives in his castle.

This group of people sat on the chairs, facing the long table, talking and laughing happily with Earl Choral.

When the dishes were served, they all rolled up their sleeves and prepared to eat. These northern nobles are very rough, and most of them don't care about the appearance of eating.

"Wait! Please wait a moment!" said Earl Cholar, making a show of embarrassment to the servants, and clapped his hands under the puzzled gazes of the vassals and relatives.

The servants understood immediately, and brought two trays from behind, carefully placing them on the table.

All the nobles looked at the tray one after another, and saw that there was a piece of white crystals in the tray. They didn't know what it was, but it looked very beautiful.

Seeing the searching and puzzled eyes of the nobles, Earl Jollal let out a heroic laugh and said, "This is white sugar produced in the northern border! Now there are rumors of it in the entire imperial capital. I am in Horn of the imperial capital. Sir, after tasting a little bit, he couldn't forget it, and when I went to the north to help Count Rainer, he gave me some white sugar!"

They both knew that Earl Cholar and Earl Rainer had become good friends, and Earl Cholar himself was willing to spread the news.

What he said was right, since Sir Horn brought the sugar back to the imperial capital, after a period of fermentation, a wave of enthusiasm was completely driven.

The sweet taste, which is different from all kinds of fruits and honey, makes everyone miss it. It is a sweet taste to the bone, and everyone who tastes this taste is crazy about it.

The big and small nobles in the imperial capital began to offer high bounties, hoping to taste this taste again.

Finally, when the price was suitable enough, Sir Horne sold some of the remaining sugar in his hand, and under the coercion and lure of others, he revealed the origin of the sugar.

Now, even though winter has come to the northern border, there are still countless businessmen entering the northern border through the thick snow, inquiring all the way to buy goods, and finally gathered in the city of Mecaron.

Reiner was very pleased with this and spread the word about the price of sugar.

When these merchants learned that every kilogram of sugar cost five gold coins, most of them flinched.

Although white sugar is hotly fired in the imperial capital, they will definitely not lose money, but most of them are small businessmen who can't even afford two gold coins. How can they afford such expensive white sugar?

Therefore, they can only turn their attention to other commodities in the northern border with regret.

Now that you have come here, you can't go back empty-handed. It's also good to buy some special products and sell them back.

As a result, these businessmen who could not afford white sugar discovered a new world. ...

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