Come to another world and become a lord

In the heart of the capital, the mansion of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Samuel Kinglist, stood out with its solemn lintel and spacious courtyard. At this moment, the mansion was brightly lit and full of lights. A grand dinner was being held here to entertain the city's elites and nobles. The apparent reason was to entertain the two lords who came from the North, Earl Morton and Baron Karl.

The dinner slowly unfolded under the auspices of Samuel, with delicious food and wine, and the melody of the band reverberating in the air. Carl was sitting not far from Samuel at this time, staring at the door. Morton had not appeared yet, although the invitation letter in the name of Samuel had been handed out, and the purpose of the dinner was clearly stated. But as to whether he would come, Carl was still not sure. Although he was in a prosperous place, his heart was as tense as if he was on a battlefield, and he was even a little restless.

As if seeing Karl's worry, Samuel smiled and patted his shoulder:

"Don't worry~ He will come. After all, this is my invitation."

And just as Samuel said, after waiting for a while, the door was pushed open and Morton strode in. He looked around the banquet and focused his eyes on Karl. An unknown fire ignited instantly:

"You are indeed here too!"

However, before he could get angry, Samuel had already walked to the center of the crowd, raised his glass and addressed the guests: "Dear friends, our two protagonists have arrived. Let us welcome the heroes of the North, Baron Carl Flandal of Rickburg, and Earl Morton of Morgan Territory. It was their joint efforts that repelled the terrifying invasion of the northern barbarians, allowing us to drink here in peace. I propose a toast to our heroes!"

Accompanied by applause and shouts, Morton and Carl were pushed to the center of the banquet hall. People raised their glasses to celebrate, and Morton had to temporarily put away his anger in such an atmosphere.

After Samuel finished drinking the wine in the cup, he knocked on the cup again and said:

"Here, I would like to especially mention my old friend, Earl Morton. He has been through a lot recently. As his friend, I am willing to give him more support and understanding. Of course, it is not appropriate to talk about these disappointing things at this banquet. We should still seize the moment. Ladies and gentlemen, drink and dance to your heart's content. Let us enjoy this peaceful time!"

As he spoke, the crowd began to applaud again, and as the music started, the ball officially began. Men and women began to gather in groups in the center of the banquet, and under the catalysis of alcohol and music, they danced a court ballroom dance.

Samuel put down the wine glass in his hand and came to Morton and Carl:

"Well, we should talk about business next."

"Samuel, what exactly do you want to do by calling us here?" Morton's tone revealed obvious dissatisfaction.

Samuel laughed and said:

"Don't be nervous. I called you here to mediate. Let's go to the office and talk it over."

As he spoke, he led the two of them upstairs. Although Morton looked reluctant, he still followed.

"I heard about your conflict and the whole thing. To be fair, both of you are at fault." Samuel said as he walked, and soon the three of them had arrived on the second floor.

"Hmph, he took my territory for no reason, and you actually say that both of us are wrong?" Morton snorted unhappily.

"You killed Baron Henry and intended to harm his only daughter, Miss Selena. Before that, Henry had proposed a marriage to me. Selena was half my fiancée. How could I not save my fiancée when she was in trouble?" Carl responded bluntly.

"That makes sense," Samuel replied. "If you hadn't killed Henry, and the two families had successfully married, wouldn't Rickburg have automatically been incorporated into Morgan's territory in the future? There wouldn't have been any such trouble. Why would you kill your own vassal for no reason?"

"This..." This sentence left Morton speechless, and he could only turn his head away angrily.

Seeing that Morton was silent, Samuel paused for a moment and then turned to Karl and continued:

"But to be fair, let's not talk about Grey Castle for now. It's unreasonable for you to forcibly occupy Baron Iren's Shadow Castle. This is beyond the limit of defense."

Unexpectedly, Karl did not refute, but said:

"I admit that this is indeed unreasonable, but I can't fight this battle in vain~"

The three of them had already arrived at the office. Samuel invited them to sit down, and he sat back behind his big wooden table and continued:

"Here, I'll take it upon myself to be a peacemaker."

He turned to look at Carl and said to him:

"Shadow Abyss Castle, you have to get your people out. Not only Shadow Abyss Castle, but the entire Thress Territory has to get out. You can't occupy a single piece of land."

Then he turned to Morton and said:

"What Karl said makes sense. He can't fight this battle in vain. How about you give him some compensation and let this matter be over?"

"Compensation?" Morton's eyes widened as if they were about to burst from their sockets.

He wanted to say something, but heard Karl say first:

"1200 gold coins. If he is willing to pay 1200 gold coins, I will withdraw from the Territory of Ceres."

"Bullshit! That's my territory, why should I pay!" Morton couldn't bear it anymore and shouted.

"Because it's occupied by me now~" Carl replied slowly.

"Your Majesty will not agree to this unwarranted occupation!" Morton responded bluntly.

"Oh, you two~" Samuel sighed, "Be harmonious, be harmonious~"

Then he turned to Morton and whispered:

"Your Majesty will certainly not agree, but if he really refuses to leave, and you two are in the North, will His Majesty send troops to help you?"

"But this is 1200 gold coins! I have to spend my own money to buy my own territory?" Morton was already furious at this time, "A mere serf..."

However, before he could finish his words, Samuel stopped him:

"Stop, stop! Someone in the palace slandered Baron Karl as a serf. His Majesty was furious. Please don't touch this bad luck, okay?"

After hearing his words, Morton calmed down a little, and then shouted again:

"1200 gold coins. The monthly commission of an ordinary mercenary is only about 1 gold coin. With this money, why don't I just hire someone to fight!"

"You can try~" Carl replied emotionlessly, "But don't think you're the only one who can hire people."

"Hey~ I'm talking to you two~" Samuel smiled again and said softly to Morton, "This is an entire barony after all. To be honest, it's not expensive, no matter how expensive it is."

"Humph~" Morton snorted unhappily, "500 gold coins, no more."

Carl replied:

"1000 gold coins, this is my bottom line."

"you!"

"Well, how about this~" Samuel suddenly said, "I'll make the decision. You two should both take a step back. How about 700 gold coins?"

After hearing what Samuel said, Carl pretended to think for a while, then said:

"At this price, I feel like I'm losing a bit."

"Well, it's not a loss, it's not a loss. The Territory of Ceres has always been a hot potato~" Samuel said with a smile.

"Okay, I can agree to it. It depends on what he says." Carl first winked at Samuel, then glanced at Morton.

"Ah~ What do you think?" Samuel immediately turned to look at Morton.

After thinking for a while, the Earl finally nodded:

"Okay, let's do it~"