Come to another world and become a lord

The banquet hall in Reikberg was surprisingly simple. Most of the decorations had been taken away when the king evacuated, which made the spacious banquet hall look a little empty. But even so, it was still cleaned up. The walls were hung with the few remaining paintings depicting the construction process of the castle. The long table was simply covered with a layer of cloth, and wooden tableware and simple ceramic wine glasses were placed on it.

Prime Minister Aaron sat on the main seat, and on his left were Aaron's daughters Myrna, Carl and Arya, and on his right sat Earl Morton, Baron Henry, and the knight named Aeron who accompanied the Earl.

When everyone was seated, the servants began to bring the dishes. The first appetizer was a sweet soup made from local wild vegetables, served with wheat bread. At Karl's signal, the servants began to pour soup into everyone's bowl and cut the bread into pieces for distribution.

Lord Morton simply glanced at the soup in the bowl with disdain and pushed it forward, with no intention of drinking it at all.

After taking a sip, Milna immediately revealed a painful expression:

"What is this? How can there be something so disgusting?"

After hearing her words, Karl also took a sip. A bitter and sweet taste instantly spread in his mouth. From a modern perspective, this is indeed not tasty, but it is not bad in this world. At least during his time as a serf, there were many more unpalatable foods than this one, and some of them would even make you sick after eating one bite. Of course, Karl did not intend to serve this kind of food, but during the siege of Rickburg, vegetables, as perishable foods, were consumed the fastest, and this was the only vegetarian dish Karl could find now.

"Huh~ Rickburg really knows how to entertain people~" Earl Morton took the opportunity to sneer.

And just then Carl suddenly said:

"This is a military ration."

"Hmm?" His words immediately aroused Myrna's interest.

"When marching and fighting, the most likely threat is a shortage of supplies. Once this happens, the soldiers have to find food locally, and this wild vegetable is the most common. Over time, this sweet soup made from this wild vegetable has become one of the regular foods in the army."

He paused for a moment and continued:

"A good knight must be very familiar with this food."

After hearing the words "excellent knight", Myrna's expression immediately changed:

"Humph, are you trying to say that I'm not good enough? I'm just a piece of broken soup, just watch!"

As she spoke, she picked up the bowl, pinched her nose, and drank it all in one gulp. Then she looked at Karl again with a distorted expression:

"how?"

After seeing his daughter's childish behavior under Karl's provocation, Aaron just sighed helplessly, then scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth, took a few sips and said:

"Come to think of it, when I was on a campaign with the old king, we were trapped in a border town. At that time, the army was out of food, and we drank this soup. It actually saved my life~"

After hearing the prime minister speak, the Earl of Morton could no longer sit still and had to pick up the spoon and take a sip. He then showed an extremely disgusted expression, as if he had drunk some deadly poison. This expression was not relieved until the servants brought the roast meat, and then everyone's glass was filled with ale.

Aaron raised his glass first, followed by everyone else, and finally drank the wine in one gulp. After drinking this common folk wine, Morton showed a painful expression again.

All of this was seen by Prime Minister Aaron, but he did not pay much attention to it. Instead, he took the lead and said:

"In any case, we must first thank the Baron of Rickburg, the hero of our kingdom, Lord Carl Flandal. He helped us..."

"Okay, Dad, let's discuss some practical issues." Before Aaron could finish, Myrna spoke first, "First of all, there is the issue of tents. There is a serious shortage of tents in the castle. I heard that many people can only sleep outdoors. It's snowing here, and some people have frozen to death while sleeping. Morton, how do you think we should solve this problem?"

At this time, Earl Morton had just put a piece of meat into his mouth, and almost choked himself to death after hearing her words.

"Well, regarding this, Morgan County is naturally willing to provide a sufficient number of tents, and even sell them to Rickburg at only half the market price..."

Before Morton could finish, Myrna interrupted him:

"You mean, you want Rickburg to pay for your tent?"

Morton was stunned at first, then asked uncertainly:

"Uh, what's the problem?"

And Milna continued to say bluntly:

"Rickburg defends the kingdom and the North from enemies. Now supplies are scarce and the people are in trouble. As one of the earls of the North, shouldn't you take the initiative to take on some responsibilities? Just a few tents, but you're doing business~ Daddy, is this the so-called style of a northern earl? He doesn't look like a noble at all, but more like a businessman. If this is the case, then it's time to appoint a duke to control the North..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? Lord Morton is certainly responsible, but we also have to consider his difficulties." At this moment, Aaron suddenly interrupted his daughter, turned his head and glanced at Morton, and said, "If you have any difficulties, please feel free to raise them."

"No, no." Morton shook his head and said, "Miss is right, we will take care of the tents and provide them free of charge."

Seeing Morton's embarrassment, Myrna became even more proud, and then said:

"Humph, a tent alone is not worth much. I heard that the key blow that defeated the Great Khan was the credit of the reinforcements sent by Morton."

"Ah, Miss, you are too kind. I can only contribute a little. The key lies in the brilliant strategies and proper command of Baron Henry and Baron Carl~" Morton said modestly.

"People who have contributed should be praised, but why are you asking others to pay after the reinforcements have arrived?"

"Ah, this..." Milna's sudden change of subject caught Morton off guard again.

"I heard that you not only want Rickborough to pay the knights' wages, but also the pensions for the dead, and even haggled over the food shipped over~ Dad, from what I understand, the battle of Rickborough concerns the entire North, and even the entire kingdom. Logically, everyone should do their best to help, and Rickborough can't just fight alone. In my opinion, since Earl Morton is so calculating, he shouldn't be called Earl. How about calling him the profiteer Morton?"

"Hmph, you are talking nonsense again. You are a Earl, what have you said to me?" Aaron knocked on the table again, showing a hint of anger and scolding. Then he turned to look at Morton again, "My daughter is spoiled and outspoken. Don't mind it, but she does have a point. Defending against nomads is not just Rickburg's business. It concerns the entire kingdom, and everyone should do their duty. What do you think, Earl Morton?"

"Of course~Of course, I didn't handle the aid well. I promise that I will do my duty and will never let Baron Rick pay a penny for this matter~" Morton already felt sweat on his head at this time. This was not an invitation to dinner, this was simply a Hongmen Banquet!

"Your Excellency, of course, I will also report your contribution in this battle to Your Majesty. I believe Your Majesty will certainly praise those who have made contributions."

"Ah, yes, yes, thank you, Prime Minister~" Morton nodded continuously.

Carl listened to the conversation between the three people and laughed secretly in his heart. He leaned over to Alia and asked softly:

"Milna, did you teach her all these words?"

"I did teach her some, but not all. Some of the things she said were probably what Aaron wanted, otherwise he wouldn't have let her talk without interfering." Alia replied.

Carl smiled and looked at Myrna again. Although the prime minister's daughter was spoiled, she was at least on his side because of Alia. Even though she hated him, kicked him, said the food was bad, and slapped Jim... these were all small things, and he could tolerate them all. Speaking of which, Jim's slap... He knew that Jim was a good person, a simple and honest person. This kind of person was very loyal, but he also had shortcomings. He was straightforward, and to put it bluntly, he didn't think before he thought. If he didn't correct himself, he would suffer a great loss sooner or later... He thought aimlessly.

Then Alia said:

"However, this can only solve part of the cost. As for the subsequent repair and reconstruction of the town, we still need to solve it ourselves."

Carl nodded in agreement. Yes, although with the help of Myrna, a lot of expenses have been reduced, but there are still many places where money is needed. How to make money will become the most important agenda next.

After returning to his guest room, Morton first sat on the sofa with a red face, and then finally couldn't help but burst into a roar:

"They are all in collusion! Especially that little girl named Milna! Humph, the Prime Minister's most doted little daughter, right? With such a persona, they can use their daughter's mouth to say what they want to say but are embarrassed to say! Then at most, they will just say that their daughter is spoiled, speaks without restraint, and is ignorant, so don't be surprised! It's great, it's really convenient!"

He stood up again angrily and continued shouting:

"What about Karl? Who is Karl? Why is this old man helping him? Ah? He's just a lowly serf, and he wants to take advantage of me!"

"He wants to extend his power to the North and use the newly promoted Baron Rickburg as a breakthrough point." Ailen leaned on the windowsill and said in a cold voice. His face was hidden in the hood and no expression could be seen.

Hearing what Iren said, he seemed to become even angrier, and veins began to bulge on his flushed face:

"Humph, you're taking advantage of me, you old man are very cunning~"

And Aeron's voice was still as calm and cold:

"But after all, he is also the prime minister. What can you do to him?"

"You're right, he is the prime minister, and I have to endure it no matter how aggrieved I am." Morton nodded helplessly.

And Aeron pulled out a dagger from his waist, cut his hand a few times, and continued:

"So, if you can't solve the problem in the open way, why not choose the secret way?"

"What did you say?"

"Now we all live in Reikburg. If something happens to the Prime Minister's little daughter here, who will be the first person responsible?" said Aeron.

After hearing these words, Morton shuddered all over, and then he roared:

"What nonsense are you talking about? How dare you! Do you know what you are talking about?"

Although it was a roar, the voice was kept very low.

"I'm just stating a possibility."

"Possibility? I think you don't want to live anymore! You've been a knight for so long, but you're still thinking about your dirty ways. You can't change your bad habits. You know what I mean."

At this point, Morton knocked on the table in frustration, then hooked his finger at Iren who was leaning against the window, and when he got closer, he lowered his voice and asked softly:

"Tell me specifically, what are you going to do?"