Come to another world and become a lord

When Morton heard that Snow had been defeated, the army was halfway through the march, which made the earl furious. He immediately decided to speed up the army and entered the territory of the Graven Valley that night. Not long after, they met the retreating Aeron. The two armies met in the dim woods and neither of them could see each other clearly. Morton thought he had encountered the local garrison, while Aeron mistakenly thought that the enemy had caught up at night, and finally they even fought, until the knights of both sides recognized each other during the battle, and began to repeatedly order their soldiers to stop fighting. It took a lot of effort to resolve this misunderstanding.

But at this time, both sides had suffered casualties. Morton alone had more than ten wounded and two killed, while Iren, who was outnumbered, had even more. This unexpected incident made Morton, who was already angry, even more furious. At this time, he sat in his tent, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at Iren, who was dusty and in a mess, and cursed:

"You and Snow, your troops together number nearly 400 people. A team of 400 people was defeated in less than a day? How did you fight for me?"

Aeron knelt on one knee, and faced with Morton's scolding, his face was surprisingly calm:

"Lord Snow was very close to Greyburg at the time, but he still did not form a battle line. He even dispersed his troops. As a result, Arya took advantage of the opportunity and broke into his main camp and took the head..."

Morton calmed down a little after hearing his words.

"I heard about this." He said, "He led a team of more than 300 people, but was attacked by a single rider and lost his life. What a waste!"

However, at this point he changed the subject and continued to rebuke:

"But what about you? What are you doing?"

"At that time, as soon as Snow died, his troops were completely defeated, and Greyburg's morale was high. With my limited military strength, I was not able to compete..." Iren said coldly.

"So, you're just going to retreat like this? Let the cavalry from Grayburg and Rickburg chase our defeated army..."

"There's really nothing I can do..."

Hearing his words, Morton sneered:

"Can't do anything? I think you are deliberately not helping!"

With a "smack", Morton slammed his hand hard on the armrest of the chair and roared,

"Don't think I don't know the little tricks of you guys. Snow is dead. I think you are going to laugh out loud!"

Having said that, he took a few breaths, took another sip of the red wine in his hand, calmed down a little, and then continued:

"Ailun, what do you think made you a baron? You are not a noble, nor are you recognized by others. I was the one who granted you the title of fiefdom against all odds. Why do you think this is?"

"I will be grateful for your kindness to me forever..." Iren said as he lowered his head.

"Then you should do something to repay me! Not just talk!" Morton roared again, then leaned back in his chair as if he was frustrated, and continued, "I kidnapped Myrna, but you failed. I asked you to capture Porter Village, but you still failed. Finally, I asked you and Snow to be the vanguard and besiege Greyburg, but what was the result? In less than a day, Snow was killed and the army was defeated. What have you accomplished so far? What use do I have for a waste like you!"

As he spoke, he suddenly threw the wine glass in his hand at Aeron, and the red wine splashed out of the glass and poured all over Aeron's face.

Just as he was about to explode again, a guard suddenly walked into the tent, knelt on one knee, and reported to him:

"My Lord Earl, the presidents of the Golden Feather Chamber of Commerce, the Emerald Bay Trade Alliance, the Hammer Trade Group, and the Star Trade Road are outside seeking to see my Lord Earl."

"Four presidents of the Chamber of Commerce?" Morton raised his head curiously. "What are they doing here?"

Outside the tent, President Edmund, Female President Catherine, Dwarf Goswin, and Half-elf Emilio were waiting anxiously. After a long time, the tent was opened, and the reporting guard walked out slowly and said to them sternly:

"The Earl has ordered us to accept the meeting requests from the four association presidents!"

"Ah, thank you for the report, young man~" Edmund smiled and nodded to the guard.

The guard merely snorted contemptuously and added:

"When you see an adult, please show some respect to me."

"What did you say?" After hearing his words, the dwarf Goswin immediately became angry and looked at the guard angrily, "Boy, say it again!"

"Why, you want to fight?" The guard was not polite either.

"You boy!"

Seeing the dwarf about to draw his weapon and fight, Katerin quickly grabbed him and said:

"Brother Goswin, calm down. We are here to negotiate. The point is to resolve the matter. There is no need to haggle with such a person~"

The dwarf snorted in dissatisfaction, then loosened his hand that was about to draw his weapon and followed the four people into the tent.

Inside the tent, Morton sat there, and the servant beside him brought him a new glass of wine. He took the glass, took a sip, and then looked at the four people without saying a word.

"Ah~ Greetings, Lord Earl~" Edmund was the first to bow, and the other three also saluted.

Morton snorted and then said:

"What are you doing here? If it's a business matter, just talk to my financial manager."

"Ah~ My Lord Earl, we are not here for this matter." Edmund said respectfully again.

"Oh~ It's rare to see a businessman not talking about business~" Morton said with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"We are here to help the Earl," Catherine added.

"Share the worries? Share what worries?" Morton tilted his head curiously.

"Ah~ Of course it's about the conflict between Lord Earl, Lord Carl, and Greyburg." Edmund said.

"Greyburg? I didn't expect that you businessmen would be interested in this kind of thing." Morton snorted.

"Oh, of course. We in business value peace above all else. Once a war breaks out, the trade routes will be cut off. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one..." Edmund talked incessantly.

Morton yawned, then interrupted him impatiently:

"Tell the important point!"

Edmund was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said:

"We want to come forward and coordinate your peace talks with Rickburg."

"Yeah." Morton nodded, and then continued, "I understand. You are here to plead for Karl."

"No, Count, this is actually more beneficial to you. Think about it..."

Before Edmund could finish his words, he was interrupted again by Morton. The earl raised his voice and shouted at them:

“Presidents, I don’t know what benefits Karl has given you. I respect you as the president of a chamber of commerce, so I am here to listen to your nonsense. But you’d better understand your own identity. Since you are businessmen, do your duty. It is not your turn to interfere in the affairs between nobles!”

At this moment, the dwarf Edmund couldn't help it and suddenly shouted:

"Hey, Morton, we are doing this for your own good. Now you have suffered a defeat, with an army of 400 being chased and beaten by dozens of enemies! You still have some bargaining chips if you negotiate peace now, don't let the time pass and you lose everything..."

Before he could finish his words, Emilio beside him patted him on the shoulder.

"If you can't speak, don't speak!" the half-elf complained angrily.

Morton looked at the four people, then laughed out of anger. He suddenly clapped his hands:

"Okay, well said. Have you already decided that I can't win this battle?"

"No, Lord Earl, that's not what we meant. It's just that peace is the most important thing in everything..."

Edmund was about to say something more, but he heard Morton suddenly shout:

"Someone, get these four lunatics out!"

Before they could even explain, several guards in the tents had already swung their spears and attacked them...

When the four people were driven out of the tent, except for Catherine, the others were all bruised and swollen, and kept wailing.

"So what do we do now?" Emilio asked.

"What else can we do? We've done what we should do. Now we can only leave it to fate." Edmund complained.

"Leave it to fate? Do you mean wait for Carl to be killed by Morton, and then our business will be completely ruined?" Katerin said sarcastically.

"What can we do?" cried Edmund.

"I don't care." Katelin said, "But the question is, are you willing to give it up?"

After these words were spoken, the four people fell silent again.

In the tent, after driving away the four presidents, Morton looked at Iren again. He tapped the chair with his fingers and said slowly:

"This is the last time. I'll give you one last chance. You will be in charge of the next siege. You must capture Greyburg for me."