Come to another world and become a lord

The cold moon was like a hook, and its silver light fell on the Great Khan's cage. The surroundings were filled with an oppressive atmosphere. Carl sat on the straw-covered ground, looking at the fire pot burning outside the cage, and sighed helplessly. Then he heard footsteps coming from afar, looked up, and saw a familiar figure.

"Alia!" Carl called out the other person's name, with surprise and a hint of joy on his face, "Why are you here?"

Arya stopped in front of the cage, her face looking cold and determined in the moonlight. She glanced at him, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally said:

"It was Noura. She wrote to Rickburg and gave him a rough outline of the situation."

"Oh~ then you should know the current situation." Carl sighed softly.

"The Great Khan has kept you locked up for nearly half a month..." Alia said softly, with a hint of pity in her tone.

"It seems that he is determined. He will never let me go if I don't agree." Carl said as he knocked his fist lightly on the ground, then raised his head and smiled, "But fortunately you are here. I think you should have a plan."

“I brought Amira,” Arya said.

"Well, that's great. With you and the mage, I believe no one can stop us." Carl nodded in agreement.

Arya didn't answer immediately. Her eyes stayed on him for a moment, then she shook her head slightly: "But I'm not here to let you go. I'm here... to persuade you to accept the Great Khan's advice."

Carl was stunned. His newly-raised hopes were shattered by her words. He looked directly at Alia, with a complex emotion in his eyes:

"What did you say?"

Alia's tone was calm and steady:

"The marriage is a great opportunity. It can completely solve the problems between the North and the tribes."

Karl paused for a moment before replying:

"Are you kidding me? You came all the way from Rickburg just to convince me to agree?"

Alia did not avoid his gaze, but looked at him more seriously:

"Not only that, I'm here to stabilize the situation. This incident is bound to cause a lot of turmoil. You need someone to help you and protect you."

"Protect me well?"

"We must ensure that the wedding goes smoothly and prevent anyone from disrupting it." Alia continued calmly.

"You didn't even ask me if I wanted to," Carl replied.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You will even have the chance to control the entire tribe!"

"So, you want me to do this too?" Carl looked at her quietly, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. "Alia, is this really what you want?"

Alia was silent. The moonlight shone on her face, making her look calmer but also more complicated. After a long while, she whispered:

"This matter is very important and is also our greatest opportunity. Don't forget the orcs in the north. We need to unite with the tribes."

Carl sighed softly, his eyes fell on the cold ground, his voice low but with a hint of stubbornness: "Maybe you are right, Alia. But some things should not be measured by interests."

Alia raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of helplessness and reproach in her tone: "This is unlike you, Carl. Don't you want to take over the tribe?"

Karl raised his head, looked straight into her eyes, and answered firmly: “Even if I want to, I will never rely on marriage.”

"Why?" Alia asked inquiringly.

"You know the reason." Carl's voice lowered, but became heavier, as if he wanted to avoid a topic he didn't want to touch.

The air between the two seemed to freeze. Alia was silent for a moment, looking at him with complicated eyes, as if she was fighting with herself, and finally spoke softly:

"If it's because of me... then I can only choose to disappear."

Karl looked up suddenly, with a flash of astonishment in his eyes:

"What did you say?"

Alia's expression remained calm, but there was a hint of unfathomable meaning in her eyes:

"Karl, you know this. This is not just about you or me. It concerns the future of the entire North, the entire tribe, and even the entire human race... I hope you can understand."

The wind outside the cage blew up Alia's hair and also stirred Carl's mood. He looked at her silently, as if he wanted to find a trace of hesitation or wavering in her eyes, but those eyes were as calm as a lake, but they hid unfathomable waves.

After a moment, he looked away and murmured softly:

"I understand...but are some things really worth sacrificing everything for?"

Alia didn't answer, but turned and walked out of the cage. Her back looked cold and distant in the moonlight.

It was late at night and the wind was cold. The candlelight in Sogar's tent was flickering. Sogar held a wine glass in one hand and slapped the table with the other hand, staring at Talbat across from him. Talbat leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands, and had a sneer on his face, looking unimpressed.

Sogar's voice was low and suppressed, with a hint of suppressed anger:

"You really disappoint me, Talbat. The Great Khan is not dead - this is your plan? And you have the nerve to ask for my full cooperation?"

Talbat snorted, raised his eyelids lazily, and there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth:

"Don't just blame me, Sogar. What about you? Carl is still alive and well, and you didn't dare to do anything, right? Now you are accusing me of being indecisive. Does it make sense?"

Sogar's face suddenly changed, and he slammed his fist on the table, knocking the wine glass over and spilling the wine all over the table. His voice suddenly rose, and he burst into anger:

"I was waiting for you to act because of your plan! But now, what is this? What should we do next?"

Talbot was still leaning back in his chair, his expression nonchalant, and then he sighed:

"I do not know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Sogar's tone became more anxious, and there was a flash of anger and confusion in his eyes.

"The Great Khan seems to be planning to arrange a marriage between the princess and Karl." Talbat said calmly, as if he was stating an insignificant matter.

Sogar's pupils shrank when he heard this, and then he took a step forward, his voice almost roaring:

"What did you say? Why didn't you stop it?"

Talbat raised his eyebrows, spread his hands, and said helplessly:

"What position do I have to stop it? Who can easily change the decision of the Great Khan?"

Sogar's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he wanted to stare through the person in front of him:

"Stupid! Do you know what this means? We can't let this happen!"

Talbat finally stood up from his chair, his eyes becoming colder:

"Stupid? How dare you scold me?"

"Isn't it?" Sogar responded coldly with a tone as sharp as a knife.

The atmosphere between the two became tense, and it seemed that a conflict would break out at any moment.

Just as the two were on the verge of a fight, a pitch-black crow suddenly flew down from the top of the tent, flapping its wings, circling between them for a few circles, and then landing directly on the table. The crow's eyes were as deep as black holes, with a strange light.

Sogar and Talbat's attention was instantly drawn. Just as they were about to open their mouths to drive it away, the crow twisted and swelled in front of their eyes, and in a moment it turned into Casabelos. At this time, he was wearing a black robe and put on the black hood again, covering his head.

"It's like a hopeless case of useless trolls." He raised his hand, stretched out his skinny hand like a bird's claw, and grasped the staff, his tone full of emotion and mockery.

"Mage!" Talbat was the first to react. He stood up suddenly and drew his sword to chop.

Sogar was not to be outdone, he roared and swung his sword.

However, Casabelos only raised his hand slightly, and an invisible force swept out like a hurricane, instantly sending the two flying and landing heavily on the other side of the tent. Sogar and Talbat got up in a panic, staring at him warily.

"You two are such losers." Casabellos' voice was low and full of contempt. He walked to the table, picked up a piece of bread at random, weighed it, and put it down. "I can't imagine how idiots like you can survive to this day."

"You!" Sogar glared at him and struggled to stand up, but was pinned to the ground by an invisible force, unable to move. "Who is that person?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you two are in great danger."

Casabellos shrugged, speaking in a nonchalant tone.

Sogar sneered:

"A disaster is coming? Do you think we don't know? But what can we do now?"

Casabelos raised his hand slowly and fiddled with the withered wood staff, his tone icy but firm:

"Kill the Great Khan and stop their wedding before it's too late."

Sogar's eyebrows jumped and he snorted coldly:

"That's easy to say. The Great Khan is now heavily guarded, and we can't even get close. Wait - what if it's you? Relying on your witchcraft..."

Casabelos sneered, his tone full of disdain:

"Humph, it's not that simple. Of course I can kill him easily, but it can't be me, and it can't be you. This task needs a 'more suitable' person to carry out."

"A more suitable person?" Talbat frowned, his tone full of doubt and tentativeness, "You mean..."

Casabelos smiled slightly, with a meaningful look on his face:

"Forget it. Seeing how embarrassed you are, let me help you this time."

His voice was not loud, but it was so powerful that it made Sogar and Talbat fall silent. Inside the tent, the air seemed to become heavy, making it hard to breathe.