Come to another world and become a lord

Westward, the capital of the West, is a city that accommodates tens of thousands of people. As the power center of the West, it gathers local nobles and merchants. Now, with the death of Aaron, the Duke of the West, everyone has begun to pay close attention to Aaron's eldest son Eric. This also includes Edmund, the president of the Golden Feather Chamber of Commerce. Starting from the initial perfume and spirits business, after a year and a half of cooperation, with Carl's development of industry, their business cooperation has also expanded to various industries. For a long time, they have sold raw materials and food from the West to Rickburg, and then purchased local industrial products to provide to the West. Now the cooperation between the Chamber of Commerce and Rickburg is inseparable.

This kind of trade has been maintained, and even during the period when Aaron officially intervened in the North, he did not interfere or block the trade. Because even as the Prime Minister, he was very clear about the pros and cons, so he kept the conflict under control. Edmund was also very clear about this. Aaron did not want to eliminate Carl, but wanted him to surrender. It can even be said that it was Carl that increased the value of the North.

But now, the situation has changed. Aaron is dead, and according to rumors, Carl assassinated him. This was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Edmund's chest. He was almost impatient to go to the main city, wanting to see Eric as soon as possible. Of course, he had the same feeling as Katerin, the president of the Emerald Bay Trade Union. His carriage met her on the way to the main castle. The female businessman was still as beautiful as ever. But Edmund no longer had the heart to appreciate her.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the main castle at the same time. After the meeting was agreed, the two walked into the hall under the guidance of the guards. Edmund walked while looking around with his peripheral vision. The atmosphere in the hall was depressing, and the servants and soldiers looked solemn. It seemed that everyone was immersed in the grief of losing Duke Aaron, which made him feel more and more uneasy.

In the center of the hall, Eric, the new Duke of the Western Territory, sat on a high chair. Although there was a trace of sadness between his eyebrows, his expression remained calm and self-controlled. He looked at the two presidents of the Chamber of Commerce in front of him, his eyes as steady as a deep pool:

"President Edmund, Ms. Katerin, thank you very much for coming here in person at such a critical moment. As the presidents of the largest chamber of commerce in the Western Territory, your presence means a lot to me."

Edmund cupped his hands and said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency the Duke, our Chamber of Commerce has been operating in the Western Territory for many years, and we have been cared for by Your Excellency the Duke Aaron. Now that Your Excellency Aaron has unfortunately passed away, we are extremely sad, and at the same time, we are also very concerned about you, Your Excellency the Duke."

Katerin nodded in agreement.

"Hmm~" Eric nodded, and then said, "What you two are most worried about right now is probably my attitude towards the North in the future."

Edmund was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but Katerine immediately took over the conversation and said:

"Lord Eric, let's not be polite. The relationship between the West and the North has always been delicate, and now the situation has become complicated. We have heard some bad rumors... that Lord Aaron's death is related to Carl... To be honest, Edmund and I both know Lord Carl and know his character very well. So we absolutely do not believe such rumors, and we do not believe that Carl would do such a thing."

Edmund also nodded quickly:

"Lord Eric, I have to say one thing. Although the Prime Minister interfered in the affairs of the North and even went to war with Carl, they still have a good relationship in private. And more importantly, the two have clearly agreed to stop fighting, and Lord Carl has no motive to kill the Prime Minister."

Eric nodded slightly, his eyes deep:

"I think so too. In fact, I received my father's last letter not long ago. He not only mentioned cooperation with the North, but also wanted to marry my youngest sister Myrna to Carl. In his opinion, nothing is more important than the peaceful coexistence of the two places."

After these words came out, Edmund and Katerin looked at each other, and both of them looked a little relaxed. Edmund nodded and said:

"Your Excellency the Duke is wise. The people of the West will surely thank you."

But I heard Eric say again:

"But there is one more thing, about my younger sister's marriage. When my father was alive, this matter had never been determined. Now I want to settle it. You two are old acquaintances of Carl, so if possible, I hope you can help."

"Ah, no problem, we will do our best to make this marriage happen." To be honest, this conversation made Edmund a little overjoyed.

Katerin smiled and nodded, indicating her agreement:

"Lord Duke Eric, this is undoubtedly the safest solution at the moment. Don't worry, if Lord Karl knows Duke Aaron's last wish, he will definitely consider your proposal."

However, before Edmund and Catherine finished their words, an angry voice echoed throughout the hall:

"What? You don't want to think about how to avenge your father, but you still plan to marry your younger sister to the murderer of your father? I, Gareth, will be the first to disagree!" With the sound of heavy footsteps, everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Aaron's second son, Gareth, walking into the hall angrily, followed by a team of fully armed knights.

Eric was a little stunned by the sudden appearance and the scene. He frowned slightly and looked at Gareth calmly:

"Gareth, what are you doing? Father's strategy was clear before he died."

"Why? I heard that a traitor persuaded my brother to reconcile with the murderer of his father, so I came to take a look. Are you two the traitors?" He looked at the two presidents as he spoke, only to have them glare at him so hard that they took a step back.

"Gareth, please don't be rude. President Edmund and Ms. Catherine are both important guests of mine. They have contributed a lot to the prosperity of the West over the years. Reconciliation with the North is also my own decision. It is not only my wish, but also my father's wish when he was alive." Eric continued.

"In other words, brother, you are the biggest traitor!" Gareth said suddenly.

Hearing this, Eric's face darkened slightly:

"You are becoming more and more presumptuous. The Western Territory has been through too much. The current situation is unstable. What we need more is peace and development."

"Gareth"

"Peace and development?" Gareth sneered, his voice full of sarcasm and anger. "Is that your answer? Your father died unjustly, and your enemies have not yet been brought to justice, but you plan to continue cooperating with Carl? You even plan to let your sister marry him? Eric, do you have any family dignity and blood?"

"Gareth, I am doing this for the future of the entire West. To be honest, even someone as powerful as my father suffered a loss in this matter. What can you and I do? Besides, the two presidents also said that this matter is strange and it doesn't seem like Carl did it."

Gareth shook his head, then said loudly:

"You are just a coward, Eric! The prestige that my father has worked hard to build throughout his life has now been destroyed because of your cowardice and weakness. If we don't avenge our father, how can this land still exist with dignity? How can our family face our ancestors?"

Gareth's words instantly made the atmosphere in the hall tense. The attendants and servants around him lowered their heads, not daring to interrupt. Edmund and Katerin exchanged glances, with obvious uneasiness on their faces. Eric's eyes gradually turned cold. He stood up and stared at Gareth coldly:

"That's enough, Gareth! I am the Duke of the West, and my decision is the direction of the West! If you are truly loyal to your father, you should assist me with all your strength instead of questioning me and disturbing the stability of the family."

"To the west? A coward like you is worthy of being a duke? If father knew you were such a person, he would never pass on the dukedom to you!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Eric couldn't help but roar.

After he finished speaking, Gareth suddenly turned around, glanced at the nobles watching behind him, and then shouted:

"Everyone, are you really willing to watch the West Territory succumb to the enemy? Eric's weakness and incompetence are destined to lead us to destruction! Only by taking decisive action can we win back our father's glory!"

Low whispers were heard in the conference room. Everyone had different expressions, but everyone remained silent.

Eric was completely furious. He knew very well that he had to take a tough stance now, otherwise his brother would become lawless:

"Gareth, I am your lord now, how dare you say such things?"

Gareth sneered, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "You are not my lord, I will not recognize a coward as my lord! Don't worry, I will do it for you what you dare not do. I will lead those who are truly loyal to my father to revenge and to fight!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Stop him!" Eric yelled.

"Let me see who dares?"

With a clang, the knights accompanying Gareth had already drawn their swords before the guards could act. The guards in the hall were at a loss for what to do. For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became solemn.

Eric was stunned at first, then he tried his best to remain calm, sat on the chair and said coldly:

"What do you want to do?"

"I didn't intend to do anything. I just wanted to leave, but someone tried to stop me." Gareth snorted coldly.

Edmund was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, then advised:

"Well, calm down, we are brothers, there is nothing to talk about. Lord Gareth, if you want to leave, that's fine, but you must at least tell your brother, he is now the new duke."

At this time, Eric also said:

"Gareth, you can go, but don't forget, I am the Duke of the West."

"Hmph." In an instant, the knights put away their swords again. Gareth glanced at his brother sitting on the lord's throne, then snorted coldly and left the hall angrily.