Come to another world and become a lord

The dungeon of the royal capital is a one-story building built next to the city wall. Initially, the prisoners were held in the cells on the lower floors of the palace, but later, considering the various inconveniences in the palace and the reputation of the kingdom, this new dungeon was finally built in the outer city, and the original cells were converted into cellars.

Looking at this new building, its first floor is the rest and activity area for the guards, including a reception hall responsible for registering the visitors. On the east side of the hall is a bedroom with a total of 8 beds, divided into upper and lower bunks, for the guards on duty to rest; on the west side is a training room, which is used for daily training and entertainment. In addition, there is a kitchen for cooking, a separate office for the warden, and a toilet. Going straight to the north of the hall, you can see the stone stairs extending downward, and going down is the prison cell for prisoners, which is divided into two floors. The underground floor is used to hold ordinary prisoners. It is damp and cold here. A straight passage runs through the entire room, and you can see the cells on both sides at a glance. In addition, it also has a side room, which is filled with various torture instruments for interrogation.

The scene on the second underground floor is quite different. The space here is relatively small, the rock walls are solid, and there are only a few cells. Only death row prisoners who are involved in particularly serious crimes are placed here. Carl is currently imprisoned in a cell on the second floor, and he is the only prisoner on the entire second floor.

This was all arranged by the warden Gorvin. Speaking of this warden, he is also a well-known figure in the capital, but it is not because of his prominent status, but because of his cruel methods that make people shudder. He has a rough face and a dense black beard; his eyes are small and deep, showing coldness and cruelty hidden in his eyes. In addition, the most striking thing about him is his sparse hair and striking baldness.

Usually, Gorvin would wear the standard warden uniform, which was a dark grey coarse cloth robe with black leather cuffs and collar. He always wore a heavy belt around his waist, with a bunch of heavy keys and an iron rod hanging from it, which was a symbol of his authority. Gorvin was not a noble, but he was the king of this dungeon. He liked to show off his power. Whenever he inspected the prison, he would deliberately slow down his pace and stomp the ground hard, and he did all this just to scare the prisoners.

Carl was thin and tired at this time. He leaned against the cold stone wall, with his hands and feet locked with rough iron chains.

There were footsteps coming from above, and then Arya came down led by the warden Galvin.

The girl was almost shocked by the atmosphere here. A strong anger surged in her heart, and she turned to the jailer and shouted:

"How can you put him here? Do you know who is imprisoned here?"

And Gorwen snorted coldly and said with disdain:

"I am following orders from above. If you don't agree, go and talk to your superiors."

Carl raised his head after hearing the voice. Although he was exhausted, he still tried to smile:

"Aliya, it's so good to see you."

Hearing Karl's movement, the girl immediately rushed over, grabbed the cell door with both hands, her face full of worry:

"Are you okay? Are they okay?"

"It's okay so far. After all, I am a viscount." Carl comforted.

"How can it be?" Arya cried. "You are plotting to murder Samuel? How can your majesty believe such a lie?"

But I heard Carl say:

"Your Majesty didn't believe it at first, but for some reason he changed his mind halfway through."

"Why on earth is this happening?" Arya cried again.

Carl shook his head, expressing his confusion.

When they were talking, Gorwen suddenly came up and knocked on the cell door with an iron rod, interrupting their conversation. There was a cruel light in his eyes, and he sneered at Alia, "It's almost time~"

"What?" Alia's eyes almost widened: "I just came down!"

"It's already against the rules to let you see him~" Gorvin said bluntly.

"I paid you!" Alia glared again.

"That little bit of money is only worth that little bit of time." Gorvin replied disdainfully.

Alia was already furious at this time. Carl even saw that the girl had put her hand on the dagger at her waist. He shook his head at the girl, and the girl finally calmed down. She turned her head to look at Carl and was about to say goodbye, but suddenly heard a voice from upstairs:

"The King's Censor is here!"

Along with the voice, a servant in court costume came down. When he saw that person, Gorwen instantly lost his previous arrogance and knelt down and kowtowed:

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Censor, is here to welcome you~"

Alia stood aside and looked at the servant. The servant nodded politely to Alia, and then ordered the warden who was kneeling on the ground:

"Your Majesty, Lord Samuel was poisoned. This is a serious matter. You must conduct a thorough investigation and not bend the law based on the suspect's status. Do you understand?"

As soon as these words came out, the warden kowtowed again and again, saying that he would obey the king's orders.

Alia bit her lips tightly, trying to suppress the anger in her heart.

But the palace servant finished speaking, waved his hand at Gorwen and said:

"You leave first. I have something to say to Lord Karl alone."

After the other party left, he said again:

"Don't blame me, I am just conveying His Majesty's will."

"Why does your majesty do this?" Alia asked.

However, the servant did not answer, but said in a low voice:

"Lord Karl, I have been entrusted to bring you a message."

Hearing what the servant said, Carl instantly perked up and listened carefully.

And he was heard to say:

"After His Majesty detained you, he summoned the Fourth Prince at night. His Majesty was furious and smashed the Fourth Prince's head with a vase."

"Did His Majesty say anything at that time?"

The servant shook his head again:

"After that, His Majesty dismissed his attendants, and no one heard what they said specifically."

"Thank you very much~" Carl expressed his gratitude. He did not ask the other party who commissioned him. If the other party wanted to say it, he would naturally say it. Since he didn't say it, it meant that he didn't want him to know. But at this time, his doubt was about what he said. Did King Philip beat the fourth prince?

The servant said:

"Now that it's done, I should leave."

As he spoke, he strode up the stairs, and then he heard Gorvin's various flattering farewells from above.

However, none of this mattered to Carl anymore. The king had beaten the fourth prince, so what did this have to do with his case? He was sure that it was Morton who had framed him, and what role did the fourth prince play? Wait, the fourth prince! He suddenly understood that only members of the royal family could mobilize the palace guards. This time, it was not only Morton who framed him, but also the fourth prince. But why? He had no grudges against Seba, and they had no connection at all. Why did the other party want to harm him?

Just when he was confused, he suddenly heard Alia say:

"The Fourth Prince is targeting you? Is it because of Myrna?"

In an instant, he suddenly realized that it was true. On that day, Myrna had said that she would get married in private in order to escape the marriage. The other party must have taken it seriously. Since they couldn't touch the prime minister's daughter, they would use him as a scapegoat! This was really a sudden disaster. Of course, the focus was still Morton. Otherwise, the fourth prince, who was obsessed with love, would never have been able to do this.

Morton, what a vicious plan. He poisoned Samuel, then framed himself, and finally let the prince come out to confess. Even if the king knew the truth, what would happen? Would he punish his own son impartially? In the end, he could only use Carl to take the blame! The point is that this is just a backup plan. The other party's ideal result is probably that he and Samuel drank the wine at the same time! Kill two birds with one stone! This plan is really vicious. It almost completely cuts off all chances of survival. It is a dead end. He sat on the ground with some powerlessness.

Alia immediately noticed his change and almost rushed to the door and asked:

"what happened to you?"

He heard the other person's voice and looked up in confusion. Yes, there was also Alia. Now she was the only one he couldn't let go of.

"Go find Prime Minister Aaron," he said.

"I know, and I'm going to do that," the girl replied.

"Follow him and get out of here," Carl continued.

"What did you say?" Alia's eyes widened, almost unable to believe it.

"Don't worry about this matter anymore. Leave the capital as soon as possible." He couldn't let her continue investigating. The king was determined to protect his son. Continuing would only bring danger. Although he had confidence in Arya's martial arts, this was not a problem that could be solved by force alone. There were many ways to kill a person.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can I ignore you? Don't worry, I will immediately..."

"This is not something you can handle!" His voice unconsciously rose, shocking the girl again.

Before Alia could continue speaking, she heard Gorwen's impolite voice urging from upstairs.

Alia stood up, straightened her clothes, and then said to him seriously:

"I don't care what you think, but I will never give up. Don't worry, I will definitely rescue you."

As she spoke, she walked towards Gorvin and gave him all the money she had left:

"This is all the money I have. Take good care of him and don't let him suffer."

After receiving the money, Gorvin changed his expression again and nodded and bowed.

Carl looked at her, watched her figure disappear, and shook his head with heartache and helplessness. It was useless. Nothing he did was useful now. He just hoped that Alia would be safe.

Gorwen accompanied Alia to the door and watched her leave. Then he turned around and walked back to the dungeon and came to Carl. The warden's face had become cold and ruthless:

"Well, the show is over. It's time to teach our new noble a lesson."

Karl looked up at him with contempt in his eyes:

"You just received the money, and you want to deal with me?"

"So what? His Majesty has already told me to conduct a thorough investigation. I cannot abuse my power for personal gain." His tone was filled with viciousness as he spoke.

Then the cell door was opened, and Gorwen walked in, raised the iron rod high, and hit Carl's legs. Carl felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if his knees were smashed. However, before the pain ended, another stick hit him, this time hitting his back. The sudden impact almost made it impossible for him to breathe, as if his lungs were blocked by something. Gorwen hit his limbs and torso with the stick again and again until he was tired. He wiped the sweat from his head and said to the two jailers:

"Drag him to the interrogation room and have him tried properly."

Then they dragged Carl, who was covered in blood, like a dead dog and walked towards the torture room on the first floor.