Come to another world and become a lord

"Lost?" When Carl saw Alia's depressed face, he knew that something was wrong. Clan committed suicide, and Aisha escaped. The clue that he had finally obtained was broken again.

The girl nodded, and Carl could only shake his head helplessly:

"There is no other way. Let's execute her husband tomorrow."

"You want to lure her out this way?" Alia asked.

"I don't actually hold out for that," Carl sighed.

Alia also sighed, her face full of guilt:

"It's my fault~"

"It's not your fault..." Carl said. If there was any mistake to be made, he was the one who made the biggest one. Clan had obviously been arrested, but he lost his vigilance at that time. He should have realized that the other party might commit suicide, but he was still careless.

"What's going to happen next?" Alia asked.

"From now on..." Carl didn't say anything more. He understood what Alia meant. He had promised Aaron with his life that he would rescue Myrna, but now he had completely failed. Aaron might be disappointed with him and even sacrifice him to save his daughter. If things went as expected, the Prime Minister's position would also change.

Now there is only one way left, to execute Paul and lure Aisha out. This is not fair, the man is innocent, and in a sense he is also a victim. Almost everyone does not think this will work, but Carl has no choice, as long as there is a possibility, he will do it. He has not been a good man from the beginning to the end, not to mention that executing Paul is reasonable in everyone's eyes. His wife committed a serious crime and escaped, and he was implicated and punished for it, which is very common in this era. Even according to Alia's statement: Whether Aisha will appear or not, Paul must be punished for his wife's behavior. Kidnapping the prime minister's daughter is a serious crime, and both husband and wife must be executed. Perhaps the only one who would disagree is Jim. Fortunately, he is now locked up in the dungeon, otherwise he can imagine the latter breaking into the office to protest.

The execution was scheduled for noon, which was almost a habitual decision. For Carl, beheading at noon was almost a tradition in the novels and TV dramas he read in his previous life. On this day, the sky was surprisingly gloomy, with no sunshine. As time approached, it began to drizzle.

Morton and Iren also arrived at the scene with him. Morton was in a good mood, with an uncontrollable joy on his face. After seeing Carl, he clapped his hands and joked:

"Okay, that's what we should do. The situation in the North is too bad now. They even kidnapped the Prime Minister's daughter. We should make an example of her and deter the others! This will deter these villains."

Carl ignored his words and looked around. He did not see Prime Minister Aaron, but this was normal. He did not care about executing an insignificant civilian, and he did not think this trick would work.

Carl just sat there, watching everything around him, waiting for a miracle to happen. He hoped that Aisha would appear in the crowd, but in the end, she did not appear. The executioner was already in place, sharpening his machete to an extremely sharp edge. When the moment of execution really came, he even hesitated a little, because this one strike would mean the end of everything. Not only Paul's life, but even his own short career as a baron might come to an end...

At this moment, he finally saw Aaron appear. The Prime Minister's face seemed to have aged a lot overnight. When he passed by Carl, he did not even look at him, but just passed by and walked straight towards Morton.

"Count~" the chancellor shouted, "Baron Karl has proven his incompetence. Now I want to hand over the right to investigate the case to you. What do you think?"

Morton's face was completely filled with smiles at this time. He said slowly: "Dear Prime Minister, first of all, this is Baron Karl's home ground after all. I am just a guest here. I have neither people to use nor enough power... I may have the will but not the power..."

The thing that Carl feared the most finally happened. Just as he expected, they kidnapped Myrna just for this moment. When he was at his wit's end, the prime minister would definitely change his position and side with them in order to save his daughter.

Aaron looked at him coldly, then cleared his throat and said gloomily:

"I understand. From now on, in the name of the Prime Minister, I will temporarily relieve Baron Carl of his management rights over Rickburg, and Earl Morton will take over!"

"What? How can this be?" Arya shouted, but Aaron ignored the girl's dissatisfaction and continued to say to Morton:

"That's okay."

Morton stood there, smacking his lips, and said slowly:

"Mr. Prime Minister, are you only going to temporarily relieve him of his management rights? Baron Karl has already shown us his incompetence. Is it really appropriate to hand over Reikburg to such a person?"

"Earl Morton, don't go too far. Carl is a baron appointed by His Majesty the King himself. It is not up to you to decide whether it is appropriate or not." Alia scolded.

At this time, Aaron also sighed and said:

"Alia is right. Baron Carl was conferred the title by His Majesty the King himself. Apart from His Majesty himself, none of us has the right to cancel his title or deprive him of his fiefdom."

"It's such a pity that such an incompetent person is allowed to occupy such an important position. I am worried about the kingdom." Morton said while pretending to be sad.

Looking at Morton's attitude, Aaron couldn't help but frown. Karl even saw that the Prime Minister's hands had been clenched into fists. Then he calmed down and said again:

"Count, I will report to His Majesty Baron Carl's dereliction of duty this time and suggest that His Majesty cancel the co-title. After all, it is far-fetched to make a serf a baron. Almost everyone in the court opposes it. With so many voices of opposition, I believe His Majesty will reconsider his choice."

"Hmm~" Morton snorted and continued, "I have no doubt about this. I have also heard that when His Majesty first issued the decree to confer the title, many people stood up to express their dissatisfaction. But the question is who will manage Rickburg in the future? Let's choose a suitable candidate, someone who is outstanding enough and capable of taking on the responsibility."

"Isn't Earl Morton himself a good fit?" Aaron replied, "As one of the four great earls in the North, you are familiar with the entire North's environment. Rickburg is the closest to your territory, so I think it is most appropriate for you to take over."

At this point he changed the subject and continued:

"But again, this is just my personal opinion. The future of Rickburg still depends on your majesty's decision. If the earl can rescue my daughter, I am willing to give your majesty some advice. But as for whether your majesty will listen, that is beyond our control."

Hearing this, Morton just sighed slightly and said:

"Well, that's fair. But before that, I hope to temporarily lock Baron Carl in the dungeon for malfeasance. And his guy named Jim is the most suspicious. I suspect Carl deliberately shielded him from the beginning. He needs to be tried thoroughly."

"What? How can this be possible!" Alia shouted again.

Aaron interrupted her:

"No problem." The old prime minister replied without any emotion.

Carl just listened to their conversation silently. The time for execution had long passed, but the executioner was still waiting for instructions. However, no one cared about it at this time. Or it didn't matter whether to execute or not. In short, Morton had won, completely won, and he became a fish on the chopping board. And with Morton's character, he would definitely not let himself feel good. He had already prepared for this. He glanced at Paul who had been put on the guillotine. Although he was finished, at least the kid should be able to survive. Not bad, he didn't have to kill an innocent person. It was considered a good deed before death. Thinking of this, Carl breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Morton's voice sounded again:

"Oh, right~ I almost forgot about the execution."

What? Karl turned to look at him in disbelief. He really couldn't understand why the count suddenly mentioned this matter again.

Morton's face was full of victory at this moment, and he continued with sarcasm:

"Speaking of which, Baron Karl is in charge of supervising the execution today. So, please complete it as your last duty as a baron~"

At this time, Karl's face has become extremely gloomy:

"Is it still necessary?"

"Killing a chicken to scare the monkey~" Morton laughed loudly, and then after seeing that Carl did not make any move, he shook his head and sighed:

"Forget it, since the Baron is unwilling to do it, let me do it~"

Then he shouted to the axemen:

"The time has come, let's get started~"

Along with the shouts, the knife was slowly raised. When it was about to fall, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:

"Stop! I'm coming, let my husband go!"

A familiar woman's voice was heard. Everyone looked over, including Paul who was kneeling on the execution ground. Then the man uttered a trembling voice:

"Aisha, why are you here?"

That’s right, Carl also saw clearly at this moment that Elsa had come, wearing that familiar dress, and walked out from the crowd.

Morton's expression froze at this moment, his smile gradually disappeared and began to become distorted.

"What are you standing there for? Kill him now!" He shouted at the executioner again in a hysterical voice.

At this moment, Aaron's voice suddenly rang out, unusually loud and clear:

"Who dares to take action without my order?"

Then, he glanced at Karl, then aimed his gaze at Morton and Iren, with a sharp look in his eyes, and shouted at the same time:

"Guards! Arrest Morton and Iren!"

As he shouted, more than a dozen spears were pointed in front of the two men, surrounding them.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, what are you doing?" At this moment, Morton no longer had the arrogance he had before, and his face showed tension and uneasiness.

"Nothing, Count. I just want you to go back to your room and rest."