Come to another world and become a lord

The witch hunt in Rickburg was still going on, and the arrests continued for three consecutive days. However, there was no movement from Carl's side. He seemed to be silent, and seemed to have given up. They no longer interfered with the witch hunters' recklessness, and the guards were unable to stop them because of fear. All this made the witch hunters more reckless. They not only arrested people at will, but also began to rob the townspeople. Breaking and robbing was common, and even almost caused a death. Of course, this is no longer a big deal now. Compared with those who were burned to death as witches, they are lucky.

Eleanor watched all this and suddenly realized that the situation was out of control. Her original plan was to catch the damned witch and give the lord who challenged the church's authority a warning. The most important thing was to re-establish the church's influence in Rickburg. The people here would praise the glory of the Lord under the order she built.

But now, everything has changed. What was supposed to be a just punishment from God has now turned into naked violence. The holy witch hunters are just thugs under the banner of the Lord. She didn't know what to do. She had prayed to the Lord but received no response. At night, when she finished mass and was about to leave, she accidentally saw the witch hunters returning with a full load, carrying several crying women. In an instant, her anger almost reached its peak.

"This is too much!" In a room on the second floor of the church used for receiving guests, the door was violently pushed open and Eleanor rushed in angrily.

Then she saw Gregory sitting there, with dozens of money bags of various sizes beside his table, and sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman. He looked nervous and was pushing a bag of money to Gregory:

"Your Excellency, my daughter is innocent. Please have mercy on her."

The judge looked up expressionlessly at Eleanor who had pushed the door open, then turned back to take the purse, piled it together with the other purses, and said to the man:

"I believe in your daughter. Don't worry, this is just a routine check. The witch hunters will not wrongly accuse good people. She will be released soon."

"Thank you, thank you, Your Honor~" The man bowed his head to express his gratitude, feeling relieved.

After he left, Eleanor asked angrily:

"what are you doing?"

Gregory spread his hands:

"As you can see, Sister Senior."

"You're blackmailing them!"

"It is their devotion to the Holy See," Gregory replied.

"How can you say that?" Eleanor's teeth were chattering.

"Isn't this what you want to see, Sister Head?" Gregory continued, "We all know that these women are innocent, so if we can kill as few as possible, we should do it. This is called accumulating virtue, and we can make money while accumulating virtue at the same time."

"No one would say such a beastly thing."

"Mister Sister, I hope you can make your position clear. It was you who invited me to help you catch witches." Gregory still maintained respect in his words, but his tone revealed hostility.

"Yes, I was the one who initiated this incident, but I asked you to catch witches, not kill people indiscriminately!" Eleanor roared, no longer caring about her identity.

But Gregory still said calmly:

"I am catching witches in the most appropriate way."

He paused here and continued:

"If Carl hadn't intentionally protected the witch, we wouldn't have to do this. Besides, we were about to win, and he was already in a state of weakness, and he didn't even dare to show his face. Once he completely gave in, the matter would be over."

"I hope so~"

At the same time, Carl had been staying in his room for three days. During these three days, he asked Aisha to find someone to spread a rumor: he was injured in a conflict with the witch hunters and his wound became infected, and he has been bedridden ever since.

Then he really stayed in his room for three days, not caring about anything, eating well and sleeping well, and still letting the things outside spread and ferment. This kind of life seemed to take him back to the time before he traveled through time. Once the holidays came, he would stay at home and do nothing. The only regret was that there was no computer here. Now he was wearing pajamas, sitting in a chair, drinking red wine, and listening to Aisha's report:

"The witch hunters' violence is becoming more and more frequent, causing panic in the town. Many people's homes have been robbed. They also often beat people. Now everyone is very dissatisfied."

Carl nodded. He was not surprised. He knew the nature of the witch hunters from their uneven attire. As long as they were given enough time, their true colors would be exposed. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then asked:

"What about the witch hunt?"

"They arrested seven more people today. But they later released two of them, and Gregory took money from their families."

The red wine was very sweet, more like juice. After all, wine in this world was used to replace water, so it couldn't be made too high in alcohol. He swirled the remaining wine in the glass, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Put out the specific amount of money collected so that everyone knows it."

"We've already done that~" Aisha nodded and said, "After learning about this, the families of the remaining victims have also started to raise money, but with such a tight time schedule, it may be difficult."

"When was the burning at the stake?" Karl asked again.

"Tomorrow afternoon," Aisha replied.

"There's no way they could raise enough money in such a short time," she added.

"Then I'll pay for it," Karl replied. "Tomorrow at noon, when Gregory's team sets out, you will give them the full amount of money."

"Understood." Aisha replied.

Let’s just leave it at that. Tomorrow should be the final battle between him and the presiding judge, Carl thought to himself.

"So, you are finally going to take action?" After Aisha left, he heard Camilla's voice behind him. The female mage had come to his room without him knowing when.

"I've been sleeping for three days. It's time to stretch my muscles." Carl said as he stretched.

"You turned a blind eye and let them do whatever they want..."

"After all, I was injured. Everyone saw it. I risked my life to save those women, and then I was beaten and lay in bed for three days." He smiled and drank the wine glass on the table.

“Hmm.” Amira nods. “Not bad. Nice trick.”

"But I still need your help with the next thing," Carl said suddenly.

"No problem. After all, getting rid of those lackeys of the Church is also a good thing for me." The wizard did not object. Then she asked, "Then, what do I need to do?"

“Can you control the weather?”

"Oh, I see. It can be controlled, but the range is limited."

"That's enough, as long as we can save people at the critical moment." Carl said.