Come to another world and become a lord

After the brief disturbance at the ball, everything in the capital finally came to an end. He obtained the legal ownership of the Territory of Ceres and was successfully conferred the title of Viscount. It can be said that this trip almost achieved all the goals. However, the money spent on this trip was really not small, and now it was almost time to leave, Carl thought aimlessly. But before leaving, he had one last thing to do.

Returning to the official residence of the Minister of Finance Samuel, it was still as spacious and luxurious as before. He still met him in Samuel's office. The old man was still sitting behind his luxurious desk with a smile on his face:

"Brother Carl, congratulations! Now you have to change your name to Viscount. What brought you here this time?"

"This time, I'm here to say goodbye~" Carl replied.

"Oh~ So soon, don't you plan to stay in the capital for a few more days?" Samuel replied.

Carl shook his head:

"No, now that everything is done, I should go back. I still have a lot of things to do back home." He thought of the wizard Amira who wanted to build a tower in his territory, and he didn't know how the tower was going.

Samuel nodded and said:

"Well, that's good too. Go back early and feel at ease."

"Lord Samuel, I sincerely thank you for your help." Carl said and bowed.

Samuel burst into laughter. There was a knock on the door. As the door opened, a servant came in with a beautifully decorated silver tray on which were two exquisite wine glasses and aged red wine. Samuel signaled the servant to fill the glasses. He handed one of the glasses to Carl and took the other. After taking a sip, he smiled and said:

"Don't be polite, we are all friends, if you have anything to say, just ask."

Karl nodded again. He took the glass, thought for a moment, then put it down and said:

"But is there something that really requires your leniency?"

"Oh? What's the matter?" Samuel asked, a hint of alertness flashing across his face.

"That's right... the 200 gold coins. It's a bit difficult for me to take out so many at once. I wonder if you can be flexible?"

"Hmm~" After hearing his words, Samuel also frowned slightly. He put down the wine glass unconsciously, thought for a moment, and replied with a little helplessness:

"Hey~ This money is not going into my pocket~" He sighed and continued, "Your Majesty asked for 150 gold coins, and I only took 50."

"Your Majesty?" Carl was stunned for a moment. He always thought that the 200 gold coins were taken away by Samuel.

"Yeah~ If it were me, of course it wouldn't matter, but it's hard to ask His Majesty~"

He knew very well that Samuel would definitely not dare to make up stories concerning the king's affairs. It seemed that his majesty was also greedy for money. For a moment, Carl didn't know what to say. He felt helpless and amused.

Samuel's eyes rolled around, and after seeing Karl's expression, he said again:

"How about this? I'll give you another 200 gold coins loan at 10% interest. What do you think?"

Once again, this man showed his businessman's true colors in front of him, but what could he do? Carl shook his head helplessly, and then said:

"Okay, just do as the adults say."

"Okay!" Samuel's face was full of smiles. "I'll draft the contract right away. But before that~"

He paused here, picked up the glass and said to Karl:

"Why don't you have a drink first, and consider it as my practice for you brother~"

Karl also grabbed the wine glass at this time. After the two clinked glasses, just as he was about to drink, he saw Samuel suddenly put down the wine glass and groaned while holding his stomach:

"Ouch~ Why do I suddenly have a stomachache? Ouch~"

"Are you okay?" Carl put down his wine glass and asked with concern.

"Oh, this is really embarrassing. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, brother~" Although Samuel tried his best to keep smiling, sweat kept pouring out of his forehead, which showed that he was in great pain. "Hey, I have to go to deal with this emergency first."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave, but just after he took a few steps, he suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

Carl hurriedly walked forward and tried to help Samuel, but saw that Samuel was foaming at the mouth and his eyes were rolling up uncontrollably.

"No... No..." He kept muttering to himself, his voice becoming hoarse and weak, "It's the bar... It's the wine... It's poisonous..."

His expression became painful and desperate, and his voice became weaker and weaker. When Carl wanted to help him up, he found that he had stopped breathing.

Everything happened so fast that Carl had no idea what was going on. Was the wine poisoned? Would the wine he had just drunk also be poisoned... Just as he was still in shock and confusion, he heard a scream at the door:

"Killing!"

He looked up and found that the waiter who had delivered the wine was standing at the door, covering his mouth with his hands and shouting in fear.

"What did you say?" He stood up and walked towards the servant, who immediately stepped back a few steps and shouted again:

"Murder! Viscount Carl killed Lord Samuel!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Carl yelled again, "You brought the wine!"

He tried to catch the servant, but the servant had already started running out, shouting:

"Murder, murder, Karl killed Lord Samuel! He also wanted to kill me to silence me!"

Carl was chasing after him. There must be something wrong with this man. He had to catch him! They ran all the way, disturbing the servants around them. They ran from the office to the main hall. When he was about to catch him, the door of the house was suddenly kicked open. Then he saw a team of palace guards wearing silver-white armor suddenly rushed in. The leader of the team directly accused loudly: "Carl, you are accused of murdering the Minister of Finance Samuel! We are ordered to arrest you!"

What was going on? Why did the palace guards appear at this time? On orders? On whose orders? Samuel had just died, and the guards rushed in. How could it be so fast? How did they know? Carl was stunned, but soon he understood everything. It was a conspiracy, a conspiracy against him! The question was who had such great power that he actually mobilized the palace guards to arrest people?

However, the other party did not give him any chance to think or argue. Two soldiers strode forward, and one of them hit him on the nose with the hilt of the sword. He felt a sharp pain and tears streaming down his face. He felt as if his nose was broken and blood was flowing down. He fell to the ground almost instantly and was pressed to the ground by the two men.

The team leader walked slowly in front of him, and then said to him with contempt:

"Then come with us, Viscount Carl."