Come to another world and become a lord

Although he had recaptured Greyburg and hanged the traitor William, Karl knew very well that this was just the beginning. William was deserted by his friends and relatives and was unpopular, so it would be easy for him to take him down. But the real difficulty was in the future. Once Morton decided to send troops, Greyburg would face an extremely difficult situation. How should this battle be fought and how can it be won? All the burdens fell on him again.

"So, do you have a plan?" Alia asked beside him.

"It's difficult. This time is different from the time with the Great Khan. We don't have any backup..." Carl said thoughtfully.

"So, you never thought about how to deal with Morton, and just decided to help Selena?" Alia asked uncertainly.

"Hmm~" Carl nodded and continued, "What I think is that this is a good opportunity for the Valley to completely break away from Morton's rule and stand on my side..."

In any case, the territory and population of Rickburg were still a little small, especially when the perfume and distilled liquor business started, he needed greater productivity to fill the market with goods. And the Graven Valley was originally in his plan, providing him with the most important labor force. But with Henry's death, all this was changed.

"That's true, but the premise is that you can beat Morton."

"By the way, how strong is Morton?" To be honest, although he has been fighting with Morton for some time, he is still very vague about the specific strength of this earl.

"Well, let me think about it," Alia said, resting her finger on her chin and looking up. "Let's put it this way. There are about a dozen barons with the same strength as Henry in his territory."

Hearing this, Karl not only took a breath of cold air, but also asked:

"So, how long will it take him to mobilize the army?"

"That depends on how many he plans to mobilize," Alia replied. "If he only wants to call up his own troops, it will be quick. But if he plans to mobilize all the barons in his territory, it will take at least half a month to gather them."

"It would be fine if he only brought his headquarters, but I'm afraid he will call everyone along." Carl replied worriedly.

"If that's the case, it's troublesome." Alia replied truthfully.

"Alia, find someone to write a letter to the presidents of the four chambers of commerce, telling them that the war has begun and that Rickburg will go to war with Morgan County. Transportation and production have been hindered, and the previously agreed supply of goods may have to be temporarily suspended~"

"Ah?" Alia looked puzzled. "But now the winery and perfume factory are only located in Rickburg, so production will not be affected. Transportation is also carried out by water from the two rivers. Unless Morton besieges Rickburg, but I don't think he will do that. He can't take down Rickburg's defenses for the time being. His priority goal must be to take over the relatively weakly defended Graven Valley first. Even if he intends to besiege Rickburg later, that is a matter for later..."

"That's exactly what happened~" Carl nodded in agreement, "But the four of them may not know it so clearly."

“I… don’t quite understand?” After hearing Karl’s words, the girl seemed even more confused.

Carl smiled and said:

"Anyway, just do as I say. Tell them that this time Morton doesn't just want to deal with the Valley, but wants to wipe out Rickburg and Greyburg. And I plan to live and die with the Grete family here."

As he spoke, he walked forward. After a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something and added:

"Oh, yes, let me add this at the end: I am deeply sorry for your losses, but I have no choice. But here, I swear: as long as I, Carl Flandal, can survive this war, I will be fully responsible for all your losses during the war."

Having said that, he left the room happily.

Three days later, when Edmund, Catherine, Goswin, and Emilio, the four presidents of the Chamber of Commerce, arrived at Greyburg, Carl was still sleeping soundly on the bed. The four presidents of the Chamber of Commerce broke into his bedroom without any courtesy. The dwarf Goswin jumped onto the bed first, grabbed Carl's collar and woke him up from his sleep.

In a daze, Carl saw that the four presidents were all sweating profusely.

"What on earth is going on?" Edmund was the first to ask.

"I don't care what grudges there are between you and Earl Morton, but we have signed a contract. You can't cheat us at this time~" the half-elf Emilio complained somewhat dissatisfiedly.

Carl said with great sorrow:

"Mr. Emilio, and everyone else, if possible, I will do everything I can to ensure smooth supply, but the current situation is beyond my ability. According to our spies, Morton has begun to concentrate its forces. Their first step is to block the river in Rickburg and all transportation, leaving Rickburg isolated and helpless. By then, it will not only be a problem that goods cannot be shipped out, but also production raw materials and daily necessities will be cut off."

He had made up this sentence, and he was pretty sure that the four guild leaders couldn't tell whether it was true or not for the time being.

"At the same time, as the news of Morton's dispatch of troops approaches, a large number of people have fled Rickburg. Now there are less than a quarter of the workers left in the brewery. The productivity is seriously insufficient. It is only a matter of time before the brewery stops working."

This was also something he made up, and he was sure that the other party would not know it.

After hearing his words, Edmund sighed helplessly, and then shouted anxiously:

"It's okay for the wine, but the perfume has already been advertised, and the buyers are all nobles and wealthy businessmen from all over the country. Many people have even made reservations in advance. If we can't deliver the goods on time, losing money is a small matter, but we have offended so many powerful people. How can I do business in the future?"

At this time, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"Once the war is over, production will start right away in Rickburg and make up for everything that happened before." Carl said with an extremely apologetic attitude.

"If it's just temporary, it won't be a big problem as long as we can explain the situation to the customers. But... what if we lose~" Katerin stood aside and spoke word by word in a calm tone.

There was a brief silence, and then Carl suddenly said in a sincere manner:

"Well, as long as I, Carl, am still alive, I will take responsibility to the end~"

This is nonsense. If they lose, everyone knows what the result will be. But Carl has already said this. What else can they say? Do they want to be responsible even if they die? How is this possible? You can't let them crawl out of the coffin and continue to make perfume and spirits for you.

For a moment, everyone was silent.