Come to another world and become a lord

At the other end of the city of Este, the residence of the Minister of Military Affairs Rod is magnificent and solemn. It is located on a high point in the city, surrounded by carefully manicured gardens and tall stone walls, showing the prominent and luxurious status of its owner. Rod Fran, he belongs to the same family as King Philip Fran, and can be regarded as an orthodox royal family. However, in fact, it is not as glorious as imagined. He is the second son and has no inheritance rights. When his foolish father died, his bastard brother inherited everything in the family and drove him out of the territory. With nothing, he could only come to the palace and try to find a job.

At that time, King Philip had just come to power and continued to build up his power in the court. He took this poor man from his family as his personal guard. Then he showed his loyalty without any bottom line and finally gained the trust of the king and climbed to his current position. Now, he seems to have status, money, and fame, but he always feels that something is missing. Fiefdom, yes, he has no fiefdom of his own, which makes him fundamentally different from those military nobles. In fact, his current title is actually Viscount, but it is only an honorary title conferred by the king. It does not include any fiefdom, but simply an empty title. This makes him feel like a fool, who can be coaxed by just a word and an empty name. Even though he has become a minister of the royal palace, he is still the poor second son in essence. His bastard brother has become an earl, but he can only rely on the king for everything. Without Philip, he is nothing.

It was already late at night, and it would probably be dawn in an hour or two. He really didn't expect that someone would come to him at this time, but after confirming the identity of the visitor, he still chose to get up and receive him.

Arya was led into a luxurious reception room with heavy curtains and a copper stove. Battle maps and various weapons were hung on the walls. Rhodes sat on a carved chair and looked at the girl silently, trying to make himself look serious and majestic.

"Minister Rhodes, thank you for meeting me." Alia nodded to him as a sign of respect. "I am here for a very urgent matter."

"I know why you're here." Rhodes cleared his throat and said.

"In that case, I'll be frank. I hope you can save Carl," said Alia.

Rhodes looked at him with a smile on his face:

"Save Carl? Why?"

Alia sighed softly. She had expected him to say that. It was human nature. So she took out the five gold bars again and handed them to Rhodes.

"Of course, we won't let you work in vain."

Rhode took the gold bars, raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up one of them and looked at it carefully, then said:

"Gold is indeed a good thing, but unfortunately~ I don't need it. Carl murdered the court minister, so he should be punished."

"But he was framed. He had no reason to poison Samuel!" Arya couldn't help but shout.

Rhodes laughed:

"So what? Now that His Majesty is determined to kill him, who can stop him?"

Alia suddenly said seriously:

"His Majesty the King wants him dead, but has he ever thought that killing Carl will inevitably cause chaos in Rickburg? If the Great Khan takes the opportunity to go south, how will His Majesty respond?"

"Well, well said~" Rhode clapped his hands and continued, "This reason may really convince Your Majesty, but what does it have to do with me?"

Alia looked at him coldly. She clenched her fists and seemed a little impatient, but she finally controlled her emotions and asked again:

"Then what do you want?"

"Yeah~ What do I want?" Rhodes muttered to himself while fiddling with the gold bars in his hand. Then he suddenly raised his head and said, "Can you beat Morton?"

Alia was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, but still replied:

"Hasn't this been proven?"

Hearing her words, Rhode immediately showed a satisfied smile:

"Very well, I can save Carl, but I hope that after rescuing him he can go to war with Morton and finish him off once and for all."

"You don't even need to tell me that. Morton and I have been enemies for a long time. But what good will this do you?" Alia asked.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished yet." Rhodes continued with a smile, "After getting rid of him, I also hope to get a piece of the pie."

He held up two fingers:

"Give me two baronies."

"You want land?" Arya looked at him in disbelief. She didn't expect that the kingdom's military minister, such a high-ranking person, just wanted to ask for two fiefs in the north.

"It's Morton's fault anyway. If you agree, I will find a way to save him immediately."

Alia was so surprised that her jaw dropped. She stared at Rhode blankly and then said:

"These are not my decisions."

"That's no use~"

Rhode spread his hands and said, he was about to turn around, but heard Alia shout again:

"Wait! You have to talk to him about this. How can you talk about it if you don't rescue him?"

"Well, it looks like this is a dead end." Rhode said, shaking his head. "How about this, let's both take a step back. I want you to guarantee that he will agree."

"I promise?"

"Yes, I want you to guarantee on your behalf that he will fulfill the agreement when he comes out."

"Sure." Alia answered without hesitation, but she was full of doubts in her heart, wondering what the point of her promise was.

Rhode seemed to see through her thoughts and said with a smile:

"Don't doubt it. You are very important to her. She will agree to your request." He then grabbed the five gold bars on the table and said, "I will accept these five bars as a down payment for saving her life."

At the same time, in the underground dungeon of the royal palace, Carl was handcuffed to the wheel. As the ropes were pulled, he felt unprecedented pain. His hands and feet were constantly pulled, almost to the limit. His ligaments and muscles were ruthlessly torn, and it seemed that even his bones would be dislocated at any time.

Warden Gorwen stood aside, holding a barbed iron whip in his hand, with a cruel and satisfied smile on his face:

"You know what? I just like to watch others being tortured, especially those who are good-looking. I like to see their pretty faces twisted and crying. Men and women, no matter if they are men, end up begging me desperately. As long as I can stop the torture, they are willing to do anything."

"Congratulations! You've chosen your favorite career." Carl sneered.

Gorwen burst into laughter. "You're just being tough, eh? I wonder how long you can keep doing that. I don't care how successful you are outside. Once you come here, you're nothing! Sooner or later, you'll have to kneel down and beg me!"

"Please~" Carl laughed with the last bit of his strength, "Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you deserve it?"

Gorvin stopped laughing, his eyes gradually became fierce, and he suddenly raised the steel whip in his hand and whipped it down, hitting Carl's chest. The barbs instantly tore off a piece of flesh, and it was bloody for a while. However, Carl had not recovered from the pain of this blow, and he was whipped again, this time hitting the ribs under his armpits, which was almost the most painful part. He even felt that his ribs seemed to be broken. In the severe pain, he was sweating profusely, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing. When the third whip came, he fainted directly.

In a daze, I heard Gorwen's voice again:

"I'm telling you, in this dungeon, I'm the king!"