Come to another world and become a lord

Carl was extremely shocked when he heard about the rebellion in Porter Village. Before that, he had even put these things aside and started thinking about using the knowledge unique to modern people to make some unique things, such as perfume, gunpowder, or better liquor, as well as extracting higher purity alcohol, etc. However, when the news of the rebellion in Porter Village reached Rickburg, everything had to be stopped. Village chief Hake and his dandy son were bullied by this family when he was still a serf, but even so, considering the stability of the territory, he still chose to put aside the past grudges and extend an olive branch to them. But how did these two bastards repay him?

When he rushed into the meeting room angrily, he saw Jim and Alia had been waiting there for a long time, both of them had gloomy faces. A guard came to him and handed him a wooden box respectfully. When he opened the box, he saw a bloody head inside the box. The expression on the big mouth was first the surprise and anger before his death. He recognized the head. It was the guard of Rickburg who stayed in Porter Village under his order. Not only did they kill him, but they also cut off his head and sent it to him.

In this situation, a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart, almost making him feel hot all over, and he gnashed his teeth unconsciously:

"How dare they?"

"This..." Jim seemed to be a little bit unconvinced of the current situation. He walked forward tremblingly and looked around. "Perhaps there is some misunderstanding here?"

"Misunderstanding? What a misunderstanding! How dare they kill even my people?" Carl was already furious at this time. All the new and old grudges came up at once, and he slammed his palm heavily on the armrest of the chair.

Alia was relatively calm among the three. She rested her chin on her hand and said thoughtfully:

"They definitely don't have the guts to do this on their own. I'm afraid someone is instigating them."

Carl took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then asked the guard:

"What is the situation in Porter Village now?"

"They built a wooden fence and chevaux de frise," the guard replied. "I also saw soldiers wearing Morgan's uniforms coming in and out..."

After hearing the guard's words, Carl pinched his forehead in distress:

"As expected, it's that Morton guy again!"

"That's going to be troublesome." Alia said, "We can't fight the Earl with our strength. Henry, Aeron and the others will bring their troops."

Carl felt a headache again. He shook his head and asked again:

"No news from Aaron yet?"

"Not yet, but it shouldn't be a big problem." Arya replied, "Since His Majesty has already given you Rickburg, there is no reason for you to occupy the surrounding villages. But even if I get a reply from His Majesty, I believe Morton will not give up. In the end, it all depends on who has the stronger fist."

"But at least in this case, we are in the right." Carl sighed helplessly, then glanced at Jim and said viciously, "As for the father and son, I will kill them with my own hands!"

Jim stared at Carl in a daze until Carl left the meeting room. He didn't know what was going on. Although he knew that the village chief and his son were not good people, they were from the same village after all. What kind of hatred could there be between fellow villagers? He couldn't understand why the village chief would rebel, and he couldn't understand the meaning of doing so.

When night was about to fall, he left Rickburg before the city was closed and went to Porter Village alone. After all, it was his hometown and he knew all those people. What was wrong with that? He thought so. He didn't know how long he had walked. When he arrived at the village, it was already late at night. However, Porter Village was no longer the same as it used to be. The village was surrounded by a wall more than two people high with wooden stakes. Simple lookouts were built at each corner. Even though it was midnight, torches were still lit and the patrollers were alert. After finding Jim, they shouted at him.

As Jim expected, the patrolling guards were all young people in the village. They recognized Jim, and Jim naturally recognized each of them. There was no conflict or fight. A few people just went to inform the village chief. Soon, the wooden door at the entrance of the village was slowly opened, and the village chief Hake, his son Dickens, and Lisa came out surrounded by several young guards.

"Jim! You're here too!" Village Chief Huck was still as enthusiastic as ever.

"Village chief~" Jim also bowed his head.

Huck laughed, then patted Jim on the back:

"Are you here to join us?"

"No, village chief." Jim shook off the village chief's hand and continued, "I'm here to advise you not to do anything stupid. Carl is the baron of Rick and the legal lord of Porter Village..."

"Oh... I see." Huck interrupted Jim before he finished speaking. He put away his original smile and said coldly, "You are speaking for Carl."

"I just don't understand." Jim replied, "Why do you want to rebel against Carl? Carl is one of our own people in the village! Now that someone from our own village has taken the position of lord, isn't this a good thing?"

"Good news?" Dickens laughed. "Karl is just a serf. He obviously doesn't have any noble blood, but he became a baron and our lord? Is this reasonable? Jim, don't you feel unwilling?"

Jim was confused by Dickens' words:

"what?"

"Jim, don't you feel unwilling?" Dickens said again.

"Is this the reason why you rebelled against him?" Dickens' words made Jim even more confused. He really couldn't understand why the other party would have such an idea.

At this moment, Lisa also spoke:

"Jim, Carl is just a serf like you and me. Are you really willing to let a lowly serf be our lord? And step on our heads?"

"Lisa, what are you talking about? If Carl becomes the lord, he will only take better care of the village, which is obviously beneficial to the village! And he is your childhood sweetheart!" Jim shouted.

"But he is not a noble." Lisa said suddenly.

"So, you would rather the ruler be an unknown noble than Carl?" Jim stared at Lisa blankly, a hint of disbelief flashing across his face.

"Nobility are born, they become lords, and I accept my fate. But Carl, what right does he have? Why him and not the rest of us?" Lisa said unwillingly.

"Yeah, why not you Jim? And why not me?" Dickens added.

In an instant, Jim suddenly understood. He finally understood why these people wanted to rebel. He couldn't understand it before. Obviously, Carl being the lord was a good thing for them, but why did these people still do this? Now he understood everything:

"I understand, I finally understand~ You just simply can't stand seeing him doing well, you are jealous of him! You would rather your lord be an unforgivable bastard than that person be Carl. I am so stupid, you are just simply jealous, you can't stand seeing people who were not as good as you before suddenly have a better life! Just for such a simple reason, you even go against your conscience!"

"That's enough, Jim," Huck cried interruptingly.

"I will go back and tell Carl that I will let him break down your city walls, and there will be no mercy at that time!" Jim ignored the village chief's scolding and continued speaking.

At this time, Dickens suddenly said coldly:

"No, you're not going anywhere."

As he said this, Jim suddenly felt a heavy blow on the back of his head. A young guard attacked him from behind while he was not paying attention. He staggered and fell to the ground in pain, his head buzzing. He vaguely saw Dickens squatting beside him, who said with a sly smile:

"You will become our hostage and force Karl to abdicate!"