Come to another world and become a lord

On a quiet street in the city of Estragon, a hotel is quietly located on the edge of the bustling city. Its appearance is not conspicuous, as if it has deliberately retreated from the hustle and bustle of the city. The hotel is called "Yinyueting" and is not very large. Its biggest feature is that it can provide customers with private rooms.

The decoration of these boxes is simple and elegant, with exquisite tapestries hanging on the walls, depicting legends and natural scenery. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, emitting soft light, warm and quiet. There is usually a round wooden table in the center of the room, with drinks placed on the table in advance, and comfortable velvet chairs placed around it, all designed to facilitate users to have private conversations.

Karl was sitting in one of the boxes at this time, close to the window, with the curtains half-drawn beside him. The soft moonlight shone through the thin fabric and projected onto the table, creating mottled light and shadows. The box was filled with a faint fragrance, coming from an exquisite incense burner, which burned pine wood and lavender collected locally, bringing a touch of mystery and tranquility. He was waiting for someone, the prime minister's daughter, Mirna.

From the moment Morton stepped into the palace, he knew that the other party had arranged everything before setting off, otherwise the princes and nobles would not have all sided with him. But he did not make any preparations and rushed into the capital like a headless fly, and immediately suffered a great loss in the first round of confrontation.

He knew that he needed to build up some connections and establish his own network of contacts in the capital. But now, the only person he knew in the capital who could talk to him was Prime Minister Aaron.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open and Myrna strode into the room. She was wearing an exquisite long dress and looked gentle and elegant, but her eyes and expression still couldn't hide her savagery and arrogance. She even had a dagger on her waist that didn't match her clothes.

After she came in, she didn't sit down immediately. Instead, she glanced around the room critically, and then said disdainfully: "Huh, this is a place where spies only come. You actually asked me to meet you in a place like this?"

"Alia said that the Prime Minister hopes that our conversation will be as secret as possible, and this place is the most suitable one." Carl replied calmly.

"Humph, I knew it. Daddy is always insane. He has to be careful about this and that. He is the prime minister of a kingdom, but he lives like a coward. He doesn't even dare to come to see you in person!"

Milna said unhappily, and grabbed a jug of wine on the table, poured herself a glass, and spit it out after taking a sip.

"What kind of junk is this? Is this something people drink? Call the bartender!"

Looking at her screaming and jumping there, Karl just shook his head helplessly. This young lady really hasn't changed at all and still has that bad temper.

"Forget about this. After all, the Prime Minister has also instructed us to keep it secret as much as possible..."

Milna looked at him with contempt again:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Then she snorted softly again. Although she was dissatisfied, she gave up calling for help.

"Well, since we are all here, let's just make do with it." She waved her hand, then took out a piece of parchment from her bosom, looked at it and said, "Daddy asked me to tell you that Morton had bribed most of the people before he came here and asked them to speak for him in front of the king."

"How did he know I came to the capital?"

“Of course someone informed him in advance. You have been targeted since you entered the city.” Milna showed a trace of impatience and looked at Carl as if he were an idiot. “After all, they are all nobles with noble blood, unlike you, who are just a serf, dirty, lowly, stupid, and vulgar…”

"Can we not get hung up on our identities?" Carl smiled helplessly, "You mean..."

"Daddy said that many people stand on Morton's side not only for the money, but also because they dislike you. A lowly serf is so ignorant of the world that he dares to snatch the land of an orthodox blue-blooded noble. It makes people extremely angry just thinking about it!" As Milna spoke, she slapped the table.

"Um...are you really on our side?"

"You think I am thinking that~" Milna replied unceremoniously, "If it weren't for Master, there's no way my father and I would help you."

Carl could only smile awkwardly. Regardless of Milna herself, the reason why Prime Minister Aaron was willing to help him was definitely not because of a female mercenary captain. Aaron had always wanted to reach out to the North, but he had no chance. His appearance seemed to have given him an anchor. Aaron's attitude showed that he was willing to help him, befriend him, and use him to influence the North, but he was cautious and didn't even dare to meet him.

"The solution to deal with Morton's obstruction is simple. You just need to find some people, give them some money, and smooth the relationship." Milena said lazily.

"Ah? That's all?" Karl was a little surprised by her words.

Myrna put her hand on her chin and thought for a while before saying:

"Well... Daddy did say a lot, but I've forgotten most of it."

Oh my goodness, Karl felt like dying. He could only say helplessly:

"I understand what you said, but who should I look for? Who is willing to see me? If someone can act as a matchmaker..."

Before he could finish, Myrna responded:

"Impossible, Daddy said clearly that it's not easy for him to be involved in this matter."

The Duke of the Three Realms was not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the Northern Territory. Once he did, he would touch the king's reverse scale. No one dared to take this risk openly, so they could only do it secretly. Carl understood this truth.

"The problem is, I don't know anyone here~" He sighed helplessly.

"Well, not really!"

"what?"

Carl looked up and saw Myrna picking up the parchment again and saying:

"The Chancellor of the Exchequer, Samuel Kinglist, and the Minister of War, Rod Forland. Dad said that you met them at least once in Rickburg."

After hearing what Myrna said, he suddenly remembered the day when he became a baron. He came before the king and those two people were beside King Philip. One of them even tried to stop his enthronement.

"Speaking of which, Rhodes is nominally your relative." Milna continued.

"They don't like me," said Carl.

"But they both know you, and you also defended Rickburg. Daddy said that's enough. You go to see them, and out of courtesy, they will also see you and pretend to be very enthusiastic." Myrna continued, "The key is, these two people talk better than anyone else."

"Yeah~" Karl nodded thoughtfully. As long as they could meet, there would be a chance to talk. "So I have to give him money, right?"

"That's your business. It has nothing to do with me." As she spoke, Milna stood up. "Next time if we meet, remember to find a better place. This place really makes me not want to stay for a moment."

After saying that, she left without even looking back.