Come to another world and become a lord

It was three days after Carl and Alia left Candle Castle. It took Earl Morton three days to prepare food and load the goods on the car. Of course, even if it took three days, it was unrealistic for him to mobilize supplies from his entire territory in a short period of time. The reason why he could do it so quickly was actually because he used Candle Castle's own reserves. Carl had to admit that Morton was indeed good at this. Therefore, it was not too difficult to raise food, and the real obstacle was the hiring of drivers. When they heard that this trip was to Rick Castle, almost everyone was discouraged. The news of the siege of the city by the northern nomads had already spread throughout the city. Now everyone thought that this was a road of no return with no life or death. Of course, many of these people, as landed freemen, had an unshirkable obligation to serve the lord. Even if there was no such obligation, as long as Morton was willing, he could also gather enough drivers by force. However, the safety risks caused by this kind of coercion should not be ignored. For such a dangerous operation, Carl did not want any potential risks within his team. He did believe in one truth: No one would do business that would lose money, but some people would do business that would get them killed, and there would always be brave men who would take risks if there was a big reward.

In the end, they gathered the transport personnel for the entire team with a high reward of 4 silver coins per person. Of course, Morton also emphasized that this fee would be charged to Carl, and he was only temporarily paying it. Carl had no objection to this. Then the Knights led by Baron Henry Grete were responsible for the escort, including the baron himself. A total of 50 fully armed heavy cavalrymen lined up majestically through the streets. Morton even boasted about him. 50 heavy cavalrymen were indeed a very powerful force for a baron like him, but they were really not worth mentioning in the face of tens of thousands of northern nomads. However, this was all the assets Morton could show off. At the time of life and death, the earl did not make too many reservations.

At this time, he saw Henry and Alia coming to him at the same time. Alia was riding a brown warhorse given by the earl, and her red armor gave people an indescribable sense of majesty. When the team left Candle Castle, Carl looked back at the castle for the last time. At this time, he realized that Candle Castle was so big, several times bigger than his Rick Castle. Whether it was the size of its town area or the castle itself, it seemed to meet the standards of a medieval city. In comparison, Rick Castle was just barely a town.

The team moved slowly for most of the day, and had not yet completed the journey until the evening. The speed was not even close to that of Carl and his team, but considering the difficulty of transporting food by manpower, it was understandable. If they had taken the water route, they would have arrived by now. Rickburg was located at the intersection of two rivers, and water transportation was actually the most convenient. Both the cost and speed of transportation should be the optimal solution. However, the only problem was that the water route was too obvious and would soon be noticed by the Khan's troops. Especially when Nura crossed the river with 500 cavalry, the route was completely blocked. The Great Khan probably took this into consideration and adopted the strategy of dividing the troops and encircling them.

Carl thought about it and moved his butt on the horse. After a day of riding, the rough saddle almost rubbed the skin on the inside of his legs, and his whole body was sore, especially when the road was bumpy. He could only clamp his legs tightly around the horse's belly and hold the reins with his hands to barely keep himself from falling off. This situation would often last for a long time until his body was completely numb and stiff.

The old knight Henry saw all this and laughed:

"It seems that you were really born a serf."

"Huh?" Carl looked back at him curiously.

"I have never seen a noble who is as bad at riding as you. Even free people have some experience in riding horses because of the need to go out, but only..." Henry stopped here and did not continue.

Only serfs, the lowest class of people, have no chance to ride horses. But I can't ride a horse not because I'm a serf, but because in the era I live in, there are better and more convenient means of transportation, and horses have long been eliminated. Carl secretly complained in his heart.

"So, Baron Grete also thinks that I should not get this title?"

The old knight just smiled and asked:

"What do you think is the most important thing for a noble?"

"Bloodline?" Carl asked tentatively, but Henry burst into laughter again.

"Bloodline?" He said with a smile, "That's just an excuse for ruling. In fact, our ancestors conquered this land with swords and made others kneel at our feet. If anyone didn't obey, we would kill them. In order to survive, they had to obey and follow orders. Therefore, whether one is a qualified noble or not is determined by fists."

"So, you agree with me?" Carl asked again.

In return, the Baron laughed again:

"The premise is that you can defend Rick Castle. As long as you can defend it with your own strength, it should belong to you. Although most nobles do not agree with this, so what? The question is whether you can do this."

"You don't believe we can hold it?"

"The difficulty now is that there is a shortage of food in the city. How are we going to deliver food into the city? The escort team has only 30 riders, while the opponent has an army of . It's unrealistic no matter how you think about it," Henry replied.

"In that case, why did you take the initiative to ask to come along?" Carl suddenly became interested in the old knight in front of him.

"As you said, we have no way out. Once Rickburg falls, Lord Morgan will have no ability to resist. And since you said you have a way, why not give it a try? Instead of waiting for death, it's better to take a gamble, and you are just my bet." Henry paused for a moment and continued, "So you promised that you could transport the food into the city. I want to know what method you have?"

"I see." Hearing this, Carl smiled. "But it's impossible to successfully escort the food into the city with only 50 cavalrymen."

"What?" Henry widened his eyes and looked at Karl in confusion.

Carl grabbed the reins, adjusted his seat position again, and said:

"What we need to do is not to escort the food, what we need to do is to repel the Great Khan!"

There was silence, a long silence. Alia and Henry looked at Carl as if he were a fool, with a hint of pity in their eyes.

"Ahem~" After a long period of silence, Karl had to cough twice to ease the current embarrassment. "I think you two didn't hear what I just said. I mean..."

"We heard it clearly, very clearly." Before he could finish, Alia spoke first, with a hint of coldness in her tone.

"So, this is your great idea?" Henry sighed. "How do you plan to repel the Khan's army?"

"We attacked them at night."

"Well, well~" Henry coughed twice and said, "I want to remind you that, including the two of you, we only have 52 people who can fight. Even if we include the drivers, there are less than a hundred people."

"Of course, we are seriously outnumbered," Carl replied. "That is why the Great Khan would never expect us to attack him. He knows the situation in this area and understands that there is no military force nearby that can compete with him. So he would never think that anyone would take the initiative to attack him. He even dares to divide his troops to encircle Rickburg. This is our opportunity."

"Humph, maybe it will succeed at first, but what about then?" Henry replied, "Maybe as you said, we will be able to take advantage of their carelessness at first, but you also said that the Great Khan understands the current situation. He will soon find out our details and quickly organize a counterattack. Once the other side counterattacks, we will have no chance of winning with such a small number of people."

"Yes, if he can react quickly under normal circumstances, it is because he is not afraid of small-scale sneak attacks from nearby earl forces. But what if the person who attacks him is not a nearby earl?" Carl said.

"What do you want to say?" Henry and Alia asked in unison.

As they were talking, the two of them saw Carl take out a cloth-like object from his backpack. Upon closer inspection, they found that it was a flag with a white fox pattern on it, which symbolized the Prime Minister Aaron's family.

Alia was the first to shout:

"This is the flag of the Prime Minister's family!"

"Yes, that's right." Carl nodded, "And that's not all. I also have one with a lion pattern..."

As Carl spoke, he began to take out the second flag from his bag. The red and white striped flag had a golden lion pattern engraved on it.

"This is the flag of His Majesty the King." This time it was Henry who spoke. He couldn't help but take a breath. "You know, no one can use the King's flag without permission."

"Unless he is also a member of the royal family." Carl interrupted him, then looked down at his tattered clothes, and then laughed, "Do you know? The side branch of Flandor has been written into his family tree by our Majesty himself. Now I am a royal noble."

Looking at Carl's slightly confident smile, Henry, the old knight, could only sigh deeply. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and said, "Maybe... this thing can really work. At least it's worth a try."

"But first, we need to use tonight to train you well, at least to ensure that you don't fall off the horse while running." Alia added.