Come to another world and become a lord

This day was probably the most eventful day recently. At noon, Morton arrived, accompanied by a man with a scar on his face, wearing a black hood and a gloomy expression. After arriving, the two quickly met the prime minister. The earl also changed his previous arrogance and put on a kind smile. Carl watched from the side, which was really funny. He didn't find Morton's reaction strange, but the man next to Morton caught his attention. The man didn't look like a noble or a knight, and compared to Morton's attitude, he was completely the opposite. Even when facing the prime minister, he put on a bitter face.

So when he had some free time, he asked Henry about the man's background.

"Oh, you mean him? That's Baron Iren, the Earl's personal bodyguard." The old knight said.

"Baron? Why does he look a little different?" Carl looked at the man again. He had a thin body and was a little short.

"He was not born into a noble family. In his early years, he had been hanging around with gangs and doing evil in the slums. Until one day, he stole something from the Earl's house. Finally, the Earl issued a bounty and finally caught him after a lot of effort." Henry continued.

"Morton...didn't he skin him?" Listening to Henry's description, Carl felt it was a little unbelievable. This was not like the Earl of Morton in his impression.

"Huh, that's weird, isn't it~" Henry smiled, "Not only did he not get punished, he was even knighted in the end. This happened a year ago, and no one knows the reason. But as far as I know, this guy is pretty powerful~"

"Very powerful?" Carl looked at the other person's small body again, revealing a puzzled look on his face, "Is she as powerful as Alia?"

"Don't get me wrong, if it's a head-on battle, not to mention Ms. Arya, even I can deal with him within two moves, but this guy never fights anyone head-on." There was a hint of contempt in Henry's tone when he said this.

"So, he is actually an assassin responsible for assassination?" Carl asked.

"You could say that, but it's more than that," Henry replied.

"More than that?"

"It is said that the entire North's underworld respects him very much. No matter if they are bandits or gangsters, they will give him some face when they see him. But it is really against morality that such a person can become a knight..." Henry paused here, and then changed the topic and said, "Just pretend you didn't hear the last sentence, haha~"

A figure that is highly respected by the underworld in the North, Carl thought thoughtfully. He never expected that Morton had such a heavyweight figure under his command.

In this way, they all watched Morton flattering the prime minister in boredom during the whole noon. Fortunately, this time did not last long. After a brief greeting with a few people, everyone dispersed. When passing through the aisle, he happened to meet Jim, who was complaining about Aaron's troops having to be stationed in the city.

"So he brought his troops here and did nothing, but he wanted to feast and eat here, and we are responsible for that?" Jim shouted excitedly after seeing him, "Now those civilians can't get enough food, and the children are still starving. Although the food shipped from Morgan has alleviated the situation, it is only enough to ensure everyone's survival. Now we have to feed so many people..."

"Aaron came to reinforce after all. Without him, the Great Khan would not have retreated. Even if he did nothing, his contribution is still significant." Carl replied.

"The main credit, shouldn't the main credit go to the soldiers fighting on the front line! And the villagers who sacrificed their lives to protect the outer city..." Jim continued shouting.

As he shouted, another voice sounded from the other end of the corridor:

"Who is saying bad things about my father?" With the sound of iron boots hitting the ground, Myrna had already walked in front of the two of them.

Before they could say anything, she reached out and slapped Jim in the face: "Pa~" The girl was fully armed at this time, with standard knight's iron gloves on her hands. The slap directly hit Jim's face full of blood, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

The suddenness of this incident startled Karl so much that he froze for a moment, and then he heard Milna continue to say:

"Baron Rickburg, please take good care of your slaves. A serf who slanders the chancellor will be executed. If you, Baron, are unwilling to deal with him, then I will do it for you!"

As she spoke, she was about to draw her sword from her waist, and at the same time, Carl also made a move. He grabbed the other's wrist as quickly as possible and blocked the other's sword-drawing action. For a moment, the two of them were deadlocked there, and Milna showed an expression of disbelief on her face.

"You dare to stop me? Just a baron!"

Carl's mind was in a mess at this moment. Everything happened too fast, not even giving him time to think. He knew that because of what Jim said just now, the other party really wanted to kill someone, and he couldn't watch Jim die. But he also knew that the other party was the daughter of the prime minister, the person he couldn't afford to offend. He knew that Jim shouldn't have said that, and that words can cause trouble, but it was too late to say that now. The key was how he should deal with this problem now. He had to find a way, and there had to be a best of both worlds solution that would not offend the other party and save Jim's life.

"That's not the case." He suddenly said, "I heard from Alia that Miss Myrna's ambition is to become a female knight."

"Yes, that's true, even though Daddy wouldn't let me... Why are you saying this?"

"A knight's sword will not strike an unarmed person." Carl replied, "This is one of the knight's principles."

After thinking for a while, Myrna put away her sword:

"Okay, then you will be responsible for executing him according to the regular procedures."

"I won't execute him either~" Carl replied.

"What did you say?" The girl widened her eyes.

"Perhaps what he said was a little inappropriate, but there was not a single word in his words that insulted or slandered the Prime Minister. He was just complaining that the current situation of Rickburg could not afford the food and accommodation for the troops. So the crime you mentioned does not exist."

"Hmph~ Good, I get it. Are you playing word games with me?" After hearing what Carl said, Milna sneered.

"I was just..." Carl stopped talking halfway. A sharp pain suddenly came from his lower body. Just as he was about to argue, the other party had kicked him hard in the crotch. The kick was so fierce that he almost rolled his eyes. The pain even made him wonder if he had been disabled. The key point was that the other party was wearing iron boots! Are all women in this world so fierce? Noura is like this, and this unruly young lady is even worse. In comparison, Alia is the most reasonable one.

In a trance, he saw Myrna draw her sword and try to attack Jim again, and at this critical moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, who appeared in front of him like a savior.

Alia's voice sounded calmly in the corridor:

"What are you three doing here?"

"Master!" After seeing Alia, the girl immediately put away her previous arrogance and showed a gentle look like a kitten, "Master, these two people bullied me~"

"Why do I see you bullying others?"

After hearing what Alia said, she immediately pouted.

"Let's not talk about this, Myrna, I have something to ask of you."

"Master, just tell me what you have to say. I promise to complete the task~" After hearing Alia's request, she quickly regained her spirits.

Alia looked at Carl, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands covering his crotch, then turned to look at Myrna, and then said:

"It's about Rickburg."

"Ah? Is it for this man again?" Milna glanced at Carl, who was still lying on the ground, with disdain.

"Don't say things that may lead to misunderstanding. Rickburg is not just about him. It concerns the safety of the entire kingdom." Alia replied.

"I understand. Master, please tell me whatever you want me to do and I will do it!" The girl agreed readily.

Carl lay on the ground in a daze. He knew that Arya and the Prime Minister's youngest daughter were talking, but in the severe pain, he had no idea what the two were talking about, nor did he remember how long they had been talking. It was not until Myrna left that he recovered from the pain.

When I looked up, I saw Alia reaching out her hand to me:

"Are you OK?"

"I think I'm going to become a eunuch..."

"Well, you can still joke around, so it should be fine." Then she grabbed Carl's hand and lifted him up. "Although Milna has a bad temper, I still hope you can be more tolerant. After all, she is not a bad person by nature."

"So you see, I was beaten so badly that I couldn't even get up, and I didn't dare to do anything," said Carl.

In return, Alia smiled gently:

"She is willing to help us, but there are conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Hmm~" Arya said, pretending to be thoughtful, "That means she must sleep in the best room in the castle at night."

"Well, you just want the best room?" The best room in Rick Castle is naturally the master bedroom. It was once the bedroom of King Philip. Carl thought for a moment and said, "It's a good deal."

"It's just that you have to stay in the guest room."

"Even the guest rooms are much better than my previous place. Don't forget, I was just a serf back then."