He chose the Lawrence Family because, on one hand, they were simply too close to the mine—only twenty or thirty miles away. As time passed, it was inevitable that they would notice something unusual. On the other hand, they were strong enough, yet weak enough.
That was right, strong enough and weak enough.
They were strong because the Lawrence Family was one of the thirty-odd remaining barons in the entire Northern Province. Their strength was beyond doubt. Having developed for nearly twenty years, they held a position in the Maine River Valley that vaguely surpassed the others. As long as he could subdue the Lawrence Family, none of the Pioneer Lords throughout the Maine River Valley would pose any further problems.
Even those two nobles would be no exception.
They were weak enough because, according to what he knew, Lawrence Territory currently had only a little over a hundred Apprentice Knights, more than thirty Formal Knights, and just one Great Knight.
With such strength—
No matter how he looked at it, they were the best choice.
At the very least, they were far more suitable than that idiot Emerson.
With a plan in mind,
Thor no longer hesitated.
He quickly summoned Ryan
and began issuing orders.
Over the following days, large quantities of Black Iron Armor began to be delivered.
There was undoubtedly far more than before.
By the end of the month,
when Lajos Assad arrived,
he was immediately stunned by the sight before him.
"My friend, y-you're not joking, are you?!"
"Gulp!"
Lajos Assad could not help swallowing, his breathing growing heavy.
This trade route had opened up a whole new world for him and allowed him to see boundless business opportunities. From just one trading expedition, his profits had exceeded five hundred gold coins. Even after giving