Come to another world and become a lord

With the departure of Prime Minister Aaron, the atmosphere in Carl's tent became a little depressing. War reports filled the entire table, and light danced on the ink-stained documents, reflecting the numerous battles and sacrifices on the paper. The dispute in the North that lasted for a year and a half consumed too much manpower and material resources, and also exhausted all participants. Now this farce is finally coming to an end. Although he stands on the edge of victory, behind this victory is a broken North.

Alia, who was standing next to him, frowned slightly and couldn't help but asked softly: "So, we have reconciled with Aaron?"

Carl looked away after hearing this, and after a moment of silence, he nodded: "I guess so. As long as he stops interfering in the North, there is no need for us to continue to be hostile to him." His voice was a little low, with a hint of helplessness, "This is good for both sides. The North has been in constant war for more than a year. Now, I want peace more than anyone else."

Arya nodded slightly, as if she understood his position. However, Amira snorted coldly, revealing a trace of dissatisfaction and disdain between her eyebrows: "How shameless! After doing so many things, Aaron still has the nerve to talk about reconciliation." She stood with her arms folded, a trace of coldness in her eyes, "He can't win the fight, so he wants to form an alliance with us. He really has a good plan."

Karl smiled slightly and said calmly: "He even... proposed that Myrna marry me."

Amira was stunned for a moment, then sneered, “He actually did this? How shameless. Does he think that I can erase all the past grudges with just a few words?”

"Of course I won't agree," Carl sighed softly, with a slightly tired look on his face, as if he was facing a helpless situation that he was powerless to change.

Amira frowned slightly, her tone not without indignation:

“If you ask me, reconciling with him like this is too easy for him.” She paused and looked at Karl angrily, “So many people died, so much blood was shed, and Aaron just wants to brush it off lightly as soon as he opens his mouth?”

Carl lowered his eyes slightly as he listened to her accusations. He knew that the female mage had resentment in her heart, but resentment was resentment, and after a year and a half of continuous fighting, it was time to take a break. Everyone was tired.

He said calmly:

"We can't really invade the West. If we do that, the North will be dragged into war again."

“Then he should at least pay compensation,” Amira says coldly, with a hint of disappointment in her tone. “So many people died and so much trouble was caused. Isn’t it too much to ask for some compensation?”

Carl was silent, his eyes deep. He actually agreed with Amira's suggestion, but he knew Aaron's character very well. He was very cunning, and even if he asked for compensation, it would probably be fruitless. Instead of doing that, it would be better to do him a favor and stabilize the situation temporarily.

He shook his head slightly, his voice low and firm:

"Forget it, let's give him some leeway. He is the prime minister of a country after all."

After that, he looked up at the sky, as if recalling the past. Carl had always had mixed feelings about Aaron. On the one hand, Aaron had helped him in the early days, and without his support, he would not have been able to gain a foothold in the North. However, on the other hand, the root cause of the chaos in the North was Aaron's interference.

Amira snorted disdainfully, crossed her arms, and said with a hint of helplessness:

"You are too soft-hearted and tolerant of everyone. He is so bold because he knows your character." She sighed and looked at him worriedly, "Well, I am just worried that he will come back again in the future."

Carl did not respond to her words, but just smiled faintly. Maybe, maybe Aaron will not give up his desire for the North, but so what? In this conflict, he suffered heavy losses, including almost all of his elite knights, and now even his most capable wizard is dead. If he wants to recover, it will take a few years.

Alia sighed softly, then asked:

"Then...what about Xiluo De? Now he is trapped in White Horse City. I'm afraid he won't give in easily in this situation."

When mentioning Siloed, Karl's expression gradually turned cold, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his brows. He said slowly:

"Aaron's intention is to persuade him to surrender and keep his title, provided that he is willing to surrender."

Carl didn't want to let Cyrod off easily. He had been his enemy since Morton's death. He was involved in almost every trouble. Maybe he had his own justice, but the trouble he brought was no less than Aaron. It could be said that agreeing to Aaron's request was just the last respect for him. If he still insisted on his wrongdoing, Carl didn't mind sending him off personally.

At the same time, in White Horse City, Siloed was throwing a piece of letter on the table. The envelope had Aaron's seal on it, and the words between the lines were full of persuasion to surrender.

He still finds it hard to believe that Aaron had reached a reconciliation with Carl behind his back, and now he is shamelessly asking him to lay down his arms, surrender and plead guilty. This is betrayal, the most shameless betrayal!

Siloed sat at the table, his face livid, his clenched fists trembling slightly, his anger seemed to burn out of his chest. He was deeply angry about Aaron's compromise with Carl. He felt like a pawn in the hands of the prime minister, now ruthlessly abandoned in the North. When he thought of this, his anger was almost uncontrollable.

"Surrender? Forget it!" He cursed fiercely. He was the White Knight, he was Sirod, he would never be inferior to anyone. He had made countless contributions to the kingdom in the past, how could he accept the humiliation now? He would rather die in battle than surrender. Aaron's letter was nothing but a humiliation in his eyes, which made him hate him even more.

He stood up suddenly, glared at his subordinates, and said with gritted teeth:

"Let Carl come! Let him come to White Horse City in person to take my life! I, Xiluo De, will never bow to him!"

As Sirod roared, the atmosphere in the city gradually became tense. The soldiers felt the anger of the city lord, and their faces were solemn, knowing that they were about to face a fierce battle. White Horse City was now isolated and helpless, but the soldiers defending the city were still brave and vowed to fight to the death. The entire city began to step up its defense.

Of course, the news that Siloed refused to surrender naturally spread back to Carl's camp very quickly. In fact, all this was within his expectations, or it was exactly what he wanted.

Carl was silent for a moment, and finally sighed pretentiously:

"It's his own fault. You can't blame me."

The next morning, Carl stood outside the city and looked at the outline of White Horse City. The sky was just beginning to light up, and on the city wall, Siloed could be vaguely seen holding a long sword, silently watching the enemy outside the city. He was like a trapped beast that was forced into a desperate situation, his eyes full of determination.

Then he slowly raised his hand and ordered the horn to blow. Immediately, the army's artillery aimed at the city wall one by one, and various siege weapons also moved forward, preparing to launch the final general attack. Carl did not avoid it. He stood in front of the battle formation and stared at the decisive battle that was about to unfold.

"Attack the city!" Carl gave an order, and the cannons roared, pushing this northern city into the abyss of fate.