After seeing those northern military nobles who invested half or even two-thirds of their income in the army, Sir Frant understood why the South was destroyed and conquered by the Kingdom of Redka.

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

　　 A lot of fiscal revenue was wasted in the enjoyment of drunken life and dreams, and it is not surprising to be conquered by the Kingdom of Redka.

　　 At first, Earl Crick was a little bit dissatisfied when he faced Sir Frank's persuasion, because they had spent this way in the past. Wouldn't it be hard for them if they cut their expenses?

　　 After listening to his father's reasons, Frank did not hesitate. Chen Ming was interested and finally convinced his father.

　　 "General!"

　　 The soldiers who were training in sparring stopped immediately when they saw Frant, and cast their eyes on him, with a respectful and admiring tone.

　　 These people followed Frant and plundered many villages and my castle in the north. Many powerful northern lords were annihilated under their siege. Therefore, this group of people respected Sir Frant very much.

　　Sir Frantz waved his hand, an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face covered by the helmet, and said: "Don't worry about me, you continue to train, bring these recruits with them, so that they can become combat effective as soon as possible!"

　　 After thinking about it, Sir Frank said again: "Listen! Your armor is already being built..." Sir Frank's voice was not loud, and it sounded a little weird at the same time.

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

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

　　Sir Frant's small body paced back and forth, looking funny, but no one dared to laugh at the victorious general.

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

　　 "Soldiers! Tell them how strong the northerners are!"

　　"They are wearing armor and holding iron spears and swords in their hands. Wielding the swords is as easy as eating and drinking water. They use weapons to kill people as skilled as you are in the field!"

　　 "Your predecessors used spears to fight the enemy desperately, but they were defeated because of armor and equipment! You know? We have to pay two or three people to kill a northerner!"

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

Listening to Sir Frank, the veterans who retired from the north with him bowed their heads and were beaten up by the northern fighters. This is indeed a fact. The group of people are like natural warriors. It is really true to fight against them. Too hard.

　　 Having said this, Sir Frank left the barracks, but when he was about to leave, he ran into his brother, Sir Andrew, the eldest son of Earl Crick.

　　 "What a coincidence, Frant, are you here to inspect the training of the army?"

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

　　 Sir Andrew could not help but sighed when he saw this, a touch of unbearable appeared on his pale face, he patted Sir Frank on the shoulder, and said apologetically: "This...this should have been my responsibility..."

"It's okay..." Frank looked at this older brother who was two years older than himself but was weak and sick since childhood, and slightly lowered his head. Come to bear it!"

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

　　 Sir Andrew grabbed Sir Frank's shoulder and exclaimed.

　　 The north at this time was already snowy white, and Belensburg near the north was also very cold.

　　 Count Choral entertained his relatives in his castle.

　　 The group of people sat on the chairs, chatting and laughing with Count Joral, facing the long table.

　　 After the dishes came up, they rolled up their sleeves and prepared to start eating. These northern nobles were very rough, and most of them didn't care about the food.

　　 "Wait! Please wait a minute!" Count Jolar said, making a color to the servants, and clapping his hands under the incomprehensible gaze of the vassals and relatives.

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

　　 All the nobles looked at the tray, only to see a white flower crystal inside the tray. I don't know what it is, but it looks very beautiful.

Seeing the nobles' searching and puzzled eyes, Earl Cholar let out a brave laugh, and said: "This is white sugar from the north! Now there are rumors of it in the entire imperial capital. I am in Horn of the imperial capital. After tasting a bit, Sir never forgets, and later when I went to the north to help Earl Rainer, he gave me some sugar!"

　　Earl Chollar and Earl Rainer have become very good friends, they all know, and Earl Chollar himself is willing to spread the news.

　　 His words are correct. Since Sir Horn brought sugar back to the imperial capital, after a period of fermentation, a wave of turmoil has been completely driven.

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　　 The nobles and the nobles of the imperial capital began to offer high rewards, hoping to taste this taste again.

　　 Finally, when the price was right enough, Sir Horn shot some of the remaining sugar in his hand, and under the coercion and coercion of others, he revealed the origin of the sugar.

　　 Now, even if winter has fallen in the northern border, there are still countless merchants entering the northern border through the thick snow, inquiring about purchasing goods all the way, and finally gathering in the city of Mekalong.

　　Rainer was very happy about this and spread the price of sugar.

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

　　 Although white sugar has been fired in the Imperial Capital, they will certainly not lose money, but most of them are small businessmen who can't even get two gold coins on them. Where can they afford such expensive white sugar?

　　 So, they can only regretfully set their sights on other commodities in the north.

　　Since it’s here, you can’t go back empty-handed. It’s good to buy some special products and sell them.

　　 So, these merchants who couldn't afford sugar found a new world. ...

　　

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