Throne of the North.

Chapter 155: One Hundred Thousand Gold Coins and One Month of Trading

Seabird Heart, a fine wine from the West Coast, is said to be brewed from a certain kind of seaweed from the deep sea and some extraordinary materials.

The taste is... surprisingly salty.

Ryan just took a sip and put it down.

"Baron Ryan, you came here this time to trade the Warhorse Life Potion with me, right?"

Master McKen went straight to the point.

The great wizard patted his chest and said confidently:
"The Beast Ambition series of life potions that I personally researched are absolutely the best."

Ryan did not respond immediately, but continued to ask:

"Master McKen, if I remember correctly, breeding ordinary horses into war horses requires more than just magic life potions. The dry food and materials for daily breeding also need to meet perfect standards, especially when they need to be matched with magic potions."

"You only sell me magic life potions, and the warhorses you train are probably not even half as good as the Highland Warhorses. Tell me, is this the best?"

Ryan's words made Master McKen stare at him closely.

"Even without those things, it should be at least 90% as strong as a Highland Warhorse. How could it be only half?"

“So, it’s still not the best, right?”

"What do you want?"

Master McKen stared at Ryan, as if trying to see something from his eyes.

"I want Master McKen's entire training system for war horses, from birth to death."

After Ryan finished speaking, Master McKen started laughing.

"This is not just the life potion needed for war horses, but also the training of horsemen. Every horseman is at least a knight and a magic apprentice at the same time."

He stared at Ryan.

"You are a northern baron, what do you want these things for?"

Master McKen seemed to have thought of something and stared at Ryan.

"You're not buying these things for the Clayton family, are you?"

Apparently, Master McKen not only thought that Ryan did not have the need or enough money to buy so many things, he also doubted his purpose.

After all, Ryan belongs to the Clayton family. If Earl Clayton wants what he has, he has this motive not only in terms of money but also in terms of need.

"The Clayton family?"

Ryan was speechless, then smiled.

"Master McKen, you are not a noble, right?"

"What does this have to do with being a noble?"

"If Master McKen were a noble, he wouldn't have asked this question."

Ryan held out his hand, which held a ring with the outline of Rhinohorn Mountain carved into it.

"I am Baron Ryan Clayton, Lord of the Frozen Territory in the Northern Province of the Empire."

"I am a noble first, and the son of Earl Clayton second."

Master McKen is indeed not a nobleman. Listening to Ryan's words, he naturally does not understand that there are differences between nobles even between fathers and sons.

“So what, what if you took my things and gave them to the Clayton Family?”

“This is not a small amount of money. Do you have the money without the support of the Clayton family?”

Ryan did not respond, but looked at Master McKen curiously.

"Grand Mage, it seems that you...can't make deals with great nobles?"

After such a long conversation, if Ryan still couldn't hear the alienation between the great nobles and the great wizard McKen in his words, then he had been a baron for so long in vain. The great wizard McKen glanced at Ryan, neither denying nor confirming.

Ryan understood and said tentatively:

"So, it's the royal family's fault? The royal family doesn't want your knowledge of war horses to fall into the hands of those nobles, because the nobles have the ability to train war horses that can rival the Highland Warhorses?"

Master McKen snorted coldly, agreeing with Ryan's guess.

This great wizard was very poor, so poor that he was unwilling to let go of even a few dozen gold coins. If he really possessed the magical knowledge to breed Highland Warhorses, how could he be short of money?

It's not that he lacks ability, it's just that someone is preventing him from making money.

According to Jovan, Archmage McKen once rejected the royal invitation to join the Highland Mage Corps, a mage corps that specializes in breeding and researching war horses.

This archmage had conflicts with the royal family or the Highland Mage Corps. Ryan was inclined to the latter, because if Archmage McKen had a grudge against the royal family, he might not even be able to stay in the magic academy.

If that's the case... Master McKen's knowledge of war horses is probably even more valuable than Ryan imagined.

Ryan's eyes lit up as he looked at the great wizard in front of him.

"Master McKen, I, Ryan Clayton, Lord of the Frozen Territory, Baron of the North, invite you to become my worshiper."

Ryan suddenly performed a noble etiquette and spoke solemnly to Master McKen.

His sudden action surprised the two people in front of him, and the great wizard seemed to be caught off guard.

"you invited me?"

"Do you know that I am a great wizard? Even if I don't have any knowledge of war horses, I am still a great wizard. Among the great wizards in the entire empire, I am in the top 20 if not the top ten in terms of the distance to the Holy Land."

"Of course I know."

"hehe."

Master McKen sneered twice and leaned back on the recliner. He was now certain that Ryan in front of him was a brat with high aspirations.

He had seen many nobles who were arrogant but lacked the ability to achieve their goals, so naturally he was not polite to such nobles.

But the next moment, Ryan's voice made Master McKen freeze in place.

"One hundred thousand. I will give you one hundred thousand gold coins in exchange for Master McKen's time to go to the frozen land for a month."

"After one month, you can choose how to respond to my invitation. Whether you refuse or agree, the 100,000 gold coins will be yours."

One hundred thousand gold coins, in exchange for him traveling to the North for a month?

McKen hesitated, he was really short of money. Although he was one of the great wizards in the entire empire who was closest to the sanctuary, without gold coins, he would never be able to achieve the sanctuary even if he was the closest.

"One hundred thousand gold coins is not a small amount."

Master McKen looked at Ryan, and Ryan smiled knowingly.

"Don't worry, every gold coin belongs only to me and has nothing to do with Clayton."

Master McKen suddenly laughed, as if he had met a fat sheep merchant, and his smile was even a little flattering.

"Well, Baron Ryan, since you are willing to pay 100,000 gold coins to invite me to the frozen land for a month, then the contract is done."

Master McKen stretched out his hand, and a contract scroll appeared directly in front of him.

Ryan didn't hesitate and branded his badge on it.

"Big money."

Master McKen was ecstatic. The contract was established and Ryan had no chance to regret it.

One hundred thousand gold coins were earned so easily.

(End of this chapter)