Come to another world and become a lord

The town of Reik in the north of the kingdom is located at the intersection of the Solon River and the Cam Canal. It is adjacent to the Reikburg Castle built along the river and is built along the outer perimeter of its city walls. It is a small town with less than 200 residents. It should be a deserted and empty town, but at this time the streets are crowded with people coming and going, which makes people doubt the real population of the town.

The reason was that the northern nomads were heading south, and under the leadership of their Great Khan, they were preparing to attack the kingdom, claiming to lead 16 cavalrymen. The news spread quickly, and the whole town was shrouded in an atmosphere of uneasiness. People began to move towards the castle with their families. -year-old Carl also followed the crowd on the narrow and muddy streets, and together with his good friend Jim, they pushed the old wooden cart with difficulty, which was piled with bags of wheat.

And this was exactly the purpose of their coming here. When the war broke out, the castle urgently requisitioned food, and this burden naturally fell on the villages within the territory.

At the request of the village chief, he and Jim transported the grain to the town. This seemingly simple task was actually very dangerous. Apart from the possible northern invaders, bandits along the way were also a huge risk. Compared with the wealthy businessmen who were accompanied by guards all the way, they, the weak country bumpkins, were often easier targets. The worst case scenario was that after successfully transporting the grain, they would encounter the northerners besieging the city and be trapped in the city.

In a defensive battle that no one was optimistic about, this was tantamount to a death sentence.

But when they entered the town, the worst result happened. It was not that the town had been surrounded, but when the last grain truck entered the town, the king declared martial law in the town and no one was allowed to leave the town.

At this time, Carl's face was gloomy and he kept calling out the injustice of the world. He had not had a good day since he traveled to this world.

That's right, Carl is actually a time traveler, from the Earth in the 21st century, who traveled through time as a modern man to the body of an ordinary serf named Carl Flandall.

He waited for the opportunity with great joy, but found that nothing happened. There was no so-called golden finger or plug-in, nor any magnificent adventure and adventure. He really lived a dull life in this world as a serf for two years, working hard in the fields every day, living in a stinking hut, and enduring a life of hunger and fullness. He was even regarded as a fool by his neighbors who were also serfs.

But now he was trapped in this town that could be lost at any time just because he was delivering food. He even tried to reason with the guards at the city gate, but was treated as an unreasonable country bumpkin and was driven back to town.

Jim next to him also had a worried look on his face.

"Karl, what should we do now?" He seemed to have lost his mind and placed all his hopes on Karl. Then he began to murmur and complain, "The village chief did this on purpose. He sent us here because he thought we were easy to bully~"

Carl sighed softly and said:

"It's no use saying anything now. Let's go to the king and ask for an explanation."

"Your Majesty, will he meet us?"

"Of course they wouldn't do that under normal circumstances, but not necessarily now~" Carl pointed to the food cart behind him and said, according to the requirements, they should have delivered the food to the designated location in the town for handover, but when Carl heard that the whole town was under martial law, he stopped moving forward and chose to wait and see. Facts have proved that this was right. When the war came, this food cart became their capital.

He thought for a moment and continued, "Let's deliver the food directly into the castle."

And by the way, he added in his mind.

In the hall of Rickburg, King Philip Fran sat on the brass throne with a sad face, and standing below him were the Prime Minister, Aaron Wilson, the Minister of Finance, Samuel Kinglist, the Minister of Military Affairs, Rod Fran, as well as the local church bishop and a group of princes and ministers.

The hall was filled with an uneasy atmosphere at this time. King Philip was even more dissatisfied. He turned to Prime Minister Aaron and asked loudly:

"Tell me, what is the point of us staying here?"

And Prime Minister Aaron replied in a leisurely tone:

"When foreign enemies invade, the lord has the obligation to protect his people and cannot abandon the city. This has been the rule of the kingdom since ancient times. Your Majesty, as the lord of Rickburg, cannot violate this iron rule."

"So, you mean to let me, the monarch of a country, wait for death in this small border town?" Philip's voice became louder.

Aaron's tone was still so calm:

"If Your Majesty leaves now, it will inevitably cause the army to lose morale. Although Rickburg is small, it is a strategic location. Once it is lost, the kingdom will be in danger."

Hearing what he said, Philip couldn't help but laugh out loud, then lowered his voice a little and said: "I understand the truth, but you let the king guard the border. If it is lost, what will happen next~"

"This..." Aaron paused, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and said with gritted teeth:

"At least His Royal Highness is in the capital..."

This sentence made Philip furious, and his voice rose again:

"How dare you! Are you trying to kill me?"

Aaron replied:

"I dare not~"

"Okay, then what do you say?"

"Your Majesty needs to hold on here for now, and then send one person back to the capital to mobilize troops and horses to rush to the rescue..."

"I will defend the city, and then~ send one person back to the capital!" Philip repeated the prime minister's suggestion, and then sneered again, "Ah~ this is your idea, it's really a good idea~"

At this moment, the Minister of Military Affairs, Rhodes, suddenly clasped his fists and said:

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go!"

"Bullshit!" Before he could finish, Philip cursed, "You want me to defend the city, just run away!"

He paused, thought for a while, then turned to look at the Prime Minister:

"You mean because I'm the lord of the castle, I have an obligation to defend the castle, right~"

"That's right, your majesty," Aaron replied.

"That's easy~"

King Philip seemed satisfied with this answer. He nodded, turned to look at the others and continued:

"How about this~ Today I want to divide up Rickburg, who is willing to become its new lord?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent. Almost everyone lowered their heads and kept silent.

He added: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

After still no response, Philip's face fell completely:

"Hmph, I'm telling you, I can't leave, and none of you can leave either, let's all stay here and wait to die!"

"I never plan to leave~ and this is not about who is the lord's business..." Aaron continued calmly.

"Enough!" Philip shouted angrily, and just as he was about to say something, the arrival of a guard interrupted him.

The guard stood in the center of the hall, bowed respectfully and reported:

"Your Majesty, Carl Flandal and Jim Willey from Porter Village request to see you~"

"No!" Philip replied unhappily. He turned around and wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped. "Flandol? You said his last name is Flandol?"

"Yes, your majesty," the guard replied.

Then he began to repeat his and Carl's last names:

"Fran, Flandal..."

Ignoring the king's abnormal behavior, Prime Minister Aaron focused on another matter. He asked seriously:

"You mean Potter Village? What happened?"

"I don't know the details, but it should be a problem of transporting food." The soldier replied.

This made the prime minister alert:

“Is there a problem with the food?”

At this time, King Philip also spoke:

"Anyway, bring it up first~"

Soon, Carl and Jim were brought to the main hall. The moment they entered the main hall, Jim was surprised at the level of the hall.

Karl, on the other hand, was the opposite. As a modern man who had seen everything, he even felt that Philip was a bit crude as a king. Of course, he tried his best to hide this emotion, but the subtle changes in his expression were still noticed by Philip.

He first glanced at Jim, who looked like a country bumpkin coming to the city, and then focused his attention on Carl:

"So, you are...what's your name?"

"Karl Flandal, His Majesty the King."

"Your last name is Flandal?"

"Yes, Your Majesty~"

"Hmm~" Philip nodded meaningfully.

Then the chancellor Aaron spoke:

"So what's up with you two?"

"It's like this. We came to Rickburg to deliver food from Porter Village. Now the food has been delivered, but the town is under martial law. We can't go back, so we hope..."

Karl told everything in detail, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Aaron:

"Is there any problem with food?"

"Yes, no problem," Carl replied.

"So you came here because you can't get out?" the prime minister continued to ask.

"Yes."

"Do you want to see the king just for such a small matter?" His tone gradually became stern.

Philip on the side completely ignored their conversation. He kept repeating the two surnames, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

"Fran, Flandal..."

Just as Prime Minister Aaron was about to kick Karl and the other man out of the palace, he suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted:

"I have a solution! Isn't this surname a branch of our family? Someone, bring the family tree here~"

Aaron was startled by the king's shout at first, then after guessing the other party's intention, he sighed lightly and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, this is no joke~"

"How can this be a joke? This person is a member of our royal family!"

"But, Your Majesty, our family does not have a branch named Flandol..."

The speaker was the Minister of Military Affairs, Rod. As the king's military chief and also a relative of Fran, he naturally would not allow Philip to do such a ridiculous thing.

"Nonsense, wait a minute, I'll show you the book." As he spoke, a servant handed the family tree to the king. Philip opened the book and took out a feather pen.

"Flandol... Flandol..." He muttered to himself as he turned the last page of the book and shouted, "Ha, got it~"

At the same time, he wrote the word Flandol at the end of the page with a feather pen, and then looked up at Karl:

"What's your name?"

"Carl," Carl replied.

"Hmm~" The king nodded in satisfaction, then added the word "Karl", pointed at the newly added name and shouted:

"Look! Isn't it right here? Carl Flandal is the only son of my deceased brother Bol Flandal. In a sense, he is my nephew!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jim on the side suddenly said tremblingly:

"Your Majesty, I guarantee that Carl is not your relative. His last name is Flandor because his father..."

Philip showed a resentful look on his face, and he winked at the soldier next to him. Before Jim could finish his words, the latter hit him on the back with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the ground and howling with his teeth bared.

"Humph, a serf dares to speak without permission."

He snorted coldly, and then became extremely passionate:

"Well, a member of the royal family doesn't even have his own fiefdom. He has to live the same life as a bunch of serfs. How can this be possible? How can this be possible!"

Looking at Philip's praise, Prime Minister Aaron showed helplessness on his face:

"Your Majesty, don't you want to..."

"Don't say any more. No one in our family should be so destitute. I have made up my mind on this matter."

Then he turned to look at Karl, who looked confused, and said solemnly:

"Karl Flandal, from today on, you are the Baron of Rickburg!"