Come to another world and become a lord

Carl and Alia returned to the interrogation room in the dungeon again. In front of them, Aisha was tied to a wooden chair. She lowered her eyes and was still wearing the tight dress. Her slender white legs were exposed from the split skirt. With drops of sweat, she looked a little seductive. The woman in front of him was the one that Carl had been thinking about for the past few days and wanted to catch. He had to admit that the woman was really beautiful. But she was not stunning. In Carl's opinion, both Alia and the snow princess Noura of the nomadic tribe were better than her. Such beauty was considered common in his opinion. However, in terms of clothing, it was probably considered seductive in this era. Although it seemed very common in the eyes of modern people, it was rare to see a woman showing her legs in such a closed and conservative era. It was not like in modern society that short skirts and hot pants filled the streets in summer.

Of course, Carl didn't come here to see legs. He walked to the woman, sat down with Alia, and then coughed a few times. After hearing the sound, Aisha raised her head and a smile immediately appeared on her slightly tired face:

"My Lord Baron, it is an honor to meet you."

"Are you honored?" Carl's voice was slightly low.

And Aisha continued to smile:

"Of course, it was you who defended Rickburg and saved everyone. To me, you are not only a lifesaver, but also a hero that I admire."

"Really?" After hearing her words, Alia sneered, "If that's the case, why would you do such a thing?"

"It's just that we each serve our own masters. I'm really sorry to have caused you trouble, sir." Aisha replied.

Hearing Aisha's words, Carl sighed slightly, and then said:

"Each of them serves his own master? Well, let's not talk about this. I just want to ask you, four days ago, the Prime Minister's youngest daughter, Miss Myrna Wilson, was kidnapped. Did you do it?"

After thinking for a moment, Aisha replied:

"It's not accurate to say that they did all of it. I was only responsible for delivering midnight snacks and opening the door to the secret passage. They did the rest."

Alia asked quickly:

"Who are they then? How many people are there in total?"

Aisha shook her head to shake off some of the sweat on the ends of her hair, twisted her body again, and tried her best to adjust herself to a comfortable position before saying:

"Villains, ruffians, desperadoes, and some old friends. They came to live nearby a few days ago. There are five of them in total."

"Where are they now?" Carl asked.

This time Aisha did not answer, but looked around for a few times, then asked:

"How's Paul?"

"He's fine, even better than you." Carl replied.

After hearing Carl's words, Aisha breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could recover, Alia added:

"But this is only temporary. Kidnapping the prime minister's daughter is a serious crime, and he, as your husband, will also be punished."

"He is innocent, he knows nothing!" Aisha shouted excitedly.

"We know, but that's the rule, unless... you are willing to tell us where Milna is now and make amends for your mistake," Carl replied.

"So, can you let Paul go?" Aisha asked.

"Whether he can survive depends on you," Carl replied.

After hearing what Carl said, Aisha lowered her head, then she suddenly raised her head again as if she had thought of something and asked:

"What about me?"

Her question made Alia impatient, and the girl shouted:

"I say, you don't really think you have a chance to live after doing something like this, do you?"

Carl replied in his usual calm tone:

"I can only assure you that your husband is okay."

She lowered her head again, as if she was thinking, as if she was making up her mind, and finally she gritted her teeth and said:

"That's not enough. You have to make sure I survive, too."

"What?" Alia looked at her in disbelief.

"I mean let me live too!" she repeated.

Carl looked at the woman in front of him, and for some reason he thought of Cran who took poison. As a loyal soldier of Iren, this woman should have done the same, but now he saw the desire for life in her eyes. The change should be her husband Paul. She fell in love with him, and from then on, she had a bond with him and the hope of living, and could no longer face death calmly.

Thinking of this, he tapped the table with his fingers and then said:

"It's not impossible. Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this? Who is the one who gave you the order?"

"I...I can't say."

"You can't tell?"

"I can tell you where Miss Myrna is now, but I can't tell you this, even if you kill me. This is the rule..."

"I'm telling you, don't push your luck!"

Alia couldn't hold back any longer and shouted loudly. Then she gritted her teeth and continued:

"It seems like you won't behave unless you're punished!"

"You can try it, but I promise it won't work." Aisha's attitude was also extremely firm.

Karl just continued tapping the table with his fingers, and said thoughtfully:

"Let me think about this. You want me to save both Paul and you, but you refuse to tell me who the mastermind is? Is that right?"

Perhaps she also felt that it was a little outrageous, Aisha lowered her head silently, but after thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said:

"I am your only clue now. Only I can help you find Myrna!"

Good man, is this a threat? It seems that this woman has figured out his weakness. Karl shook his head helplessly.

Ailia, on the other hand, was so angry that her face turned red.

"Why are you still talking to her?" She roared, "Just torture her. I want to see how tough she is~"

"No~that's it~" Carl said suddenly.

"What?" Alia looked at Carl with an almost incredible expression. Elsa was also surprised. Even she herself had never thought that the other party would agree so easily.

"I promise you." Carl continued to say to Aisha, "As long as you tell me the location of Myrna, I will guarantee the safety of you and your husband. But there is a prerequisite. From now on, you must stay in Rickburg and be monitored by me... Of course, this is also for your own safety."

"Are you... telling the truth?" Aisha asked uncertainly.

"I guarantee it with my title and reputation!" Carl replied.

"I promise!" Aisha replied.

"So, can we tell you now?" Karl asked again.

Aisha nodded, and then said:

"They have kidnapped Myrna and have been hiding in the secret passage. I will tell you their location!"

After leaving the interrogation room, Alia stared at Carl with resentful eyes:

"I say, you agreed to something so outrageous, aren't you reluctant to part with her because she's so pretty?"

Hearing Alia's complaints, Carl just smiled happily:

"To be honest, we all know who did it. What's the point of her confessing it?"

"Then we will have evidence, and we can complain to Prime Minister Aaron..." Alia shouted anxiously.

"And then what?" Carl asked.

"And then..." At this moment, Alia suddenly paused.

"Will Aaron kill Morton then?" Carl asked, "Or let me put it another way, does Aaron have the ability to kill Morton?"

Arya did not answer. From Arya's reaction, Carl already understood that the answer was obvious. From Arya's reaction and his speculation about the political situation in the kingdom, Carl at least understood one thing. Although Aaron was the prime minister, he did not have the ability to kill Morton, or not for the time being.

"Since this matter cannot bring down Morton himself, then why bother? It will only make everyone lose face, and Aaron will eventually compromise and give everyone a chance to step down with dignity." Carl said. Yes, if things get to this point, in order to make everyone step down with dignity, the only way is to put the blame on Aisha again, accuse her of false accusation, and then execute her. Then Aisha will die, the matter will be over, and Morton will not suffer any loss.

"But what if Elsa is still alive and has always been by my side?" Carl said again.

"You mean..." In an instant, Alia suddenly understood something and looked at Carl in surprise.

At this time, Karl smiled again. Yes, Aisha, as Iren's loyalist and the only witness who could accuse them, would become Morton's biggest worry as long as she was alive and under Karl's control. She would always be the sword of Damocles hanging over his head. The so-called handle could only play a real role when it was held in his hand. Karl believed that as long as he held Aisha in his hand, she would play a key role sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Carl couldn't help but laugh even more happily, and he looked at Alia again.

The girl also smiled, then put her hands on her hips and said:

"So, in the final analysis, you are still attracted by someone else's beauty and want to keep her by your side, even going so far as to think of an excuse in advance!"

"Wait, no, isn't that who I am in your eyes?"

"Yeah~" The girl nodded vigorously, "From the moment you tricked Nura, I knew you were not a good person~"