Come to another world and become a lord

The first floor hall of Grey Castle was in ruins. The decorations were smashed to pieces, and the floor was clotted with evil black blood. The flags that symbolized the Greyt family were torn into strips and thrown on the ground. Even the backrest of the lord's throne in the center was missing a corner, as if it had been cut by a sword.

Carl walked side by side with Selena. He clearly saw the girl's sad expression, and then Alia also walked in.

"They captured Aeron." She shouted excitedly to the two men, "Morton left him behind to cover his retreat. His troops were all destroyed, and he and his knights were all captured in the battle."

"Iren..." Carl nodded. This was another good news. From Rickburg to Greyburg, he and Morton's right-hand man had fought several times. This time he became a prisoner again.

"Right now, the four Chamber of Commerce presidents are waiting outside the palace to see you." Alia continued.

Carl nodded again, then walked to the lord's seat and motioned Selena to take a seat. But the latter just took a step back and shook her head.

"It's you they want to see," she said.

Carl replied:

"But you are the Lord of Greyburg."

But Selena shook her head again and said:

"Without you, Greyburg cannot be defended."

The two of them kept refusing each other for a while, until Alia said impatiently:

"I say, do you need to care so much about such a small matter?"

Carl sat down reluctantly. As the main hall door was pushed open, the four presidents walked in one after another under the protection of mercenaries.

All four of them wore expensive armor, even Katerin. Of course, this did not mean that they personally participated in the battle. They wore such armor only for safety reasons. However, there was one exception: when the dwarf Goswin walked in, his armor and axe were covered with blood. He was panting and looked fanatical, as if he had not recovered from the excitement of the battle. At this time, he became the most conspicuous one among the four. Karl could not associate the word merchant with this strong dwarf. He was clearly a berserker!

"Lord Carl, you are not hurt, are you?" Edmund was the first to speak, his tone full of concern.

"Thank you for your concern, President Edmund. Thanks to Alia's protection, I can say that I am unharmed." Carl replied with a smile.

Hearing Karl's answer, Edmund breathed a sigh of relief, but then he heard Katerin say:

"Lord Carl has really dragged all of us into this time~"

There was a hint of teasing in the woman's tone, but also a hint of complaint.

In response, Carl nodded and apologized:

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Katerin, and everyone else. I wouldn't have done this if it wasn't absolutely necessary. I'm willing to take responsibility and make up for your losses during this period."

"Now that Morton's threat has been lifted, the most important thing now is for the factory to resume production and ensure that the goods can be delivered to us on time." The half-elf Emilio said on the side.

"That's natural." Carl nodded in agreement.

"And strong liquor!" interrupted the dwarf Goswin. "My men came all the way here to fight for you, just for your vodka!"

Carl replied:

"Don't worry, Goswin. I have ordered people to go back to Rickburg to transfer all the wine in stock. If we're quick, you can drink it tonight."

"Humph, that's quite nice~" the dwarf nodded with satisfaction.

Emilio next to him suddenly sighed to him:

"Come to think of it, you are really amazing. We are all hired mercenaries, but you just called your own people over~"

Goswin just chuckled and said:

"We dwarves don't need any mercenaries. We dwarves rely on ourselves!"

As the two were talking, Edmund suddenly interrupted them and said in a calm tone:

"By the way, Lord Karl just mentioned that he is willing to compensate for our losses, um, this..."

He hesitated, seeming to be about to speak.

"President Edmund, please feel free to say whatever you want to say~" Carl replied.

"Since Lord Carl has said so, I will speak frankly about the hiring fee for the mercenaries this time... They all came here to rescue Greyburg..."

It was indeed a matter of money. Of course, Carl could understand that. They were all businessmen and would not do business at a loss. Besides, this war had nothing to do with them. Thinking of this, Carl replied:

"I understand that all your expenses this time will be borne by Rickburg, but Rickburg cannot afford so much money now. If you don't mind, can you advance the money first, and then deduct it in installments from the profits of perfume and spirits. Naturally, the interest will not be reduced..."

He was about to continue when he heard Arya whisper in his ear:

"Karl, they hired a wizard."

Mage? Just as he was about to ask Alia what the problem was, he saw the girl had already spoken to Edmund:

"President Edmund, it is reasonable for us to pay for the mercenaries. But there is one thing I don't understand. Your troops are enough to repel Morton. Why do you need to hire an additional wizard?"

Carl looked confused. He looked up at Alia and then asked softly:

"Why? Is the commission for a mage very expensive?"

But Arya nodded first, then shook her head, and finally she whispered to him:

"Trust me, you don't want to make a deal with a wizard..."

Below the main seat, Edmund also showed a moment of embarrassment, hesitatingly said:

"Um... Lord Carl, that wizard was not hired by us~"

"What?" Alia and Carl looked surprised at the same time.

But then Edmund said:

"The day before we set out, she approached us and said she wanted to help us..."

Edmund frowned when he spoke here, then he quickened his pace and continued:

"We actually declined politely at the time, but she said that if we didn't accept her help, she would go to help Morton across the street... Moreover, she specifically wanted to see you, Lord Carl~"

Hearing Edmund's words, Carl suddenly frowned. He knew that this world had so-called magic, so it was not surprising that there were wizards. However, he had never actually seen one. For most people, so-called magic was far away and mysterious, and many people would never have the opportunity to come into contact with it in their lifetime. At least he had never heard of any wizards in the North, and even Morton had never had the opportunity to come into contact with wizards, otherwise this battle would have had a different ending. He even thought of Prime Minister Aaron, who had no wizards with him when he came to reinforce him.

So far, the only person with magic he had come into contact with was the Snow Princess Noura. The girl's terrifying weapons and abnormal fighting power were enough to make people shudder just thinking about it.

But now, a real wizard came to me by name? Why? I was just a small baron in the North. How could I have won her attention? The only difference between me and others was that I was a time traveler. Was it because of this? Did she know my identity? But no matter what, I couldn't hide from her. I might as well go and meet her openly.

He glanced at Alia, and saw a rare look of worry on the girl's face. He just smiled and said it was okay, then turned to Edmund and said:

"I wonder where that wizard is now?"

Edmund wiped the sweat from his head and continued:

"In the tent outside the city, she said she never meets with secular lords, and she wants you to go meet her!"