Come to another world and become a lord

The firelight from the corridor came in through the bars of the prison door, casting a few faint spots of light, reflecting on Carl's scarred face. Water droplets dripped from the surrounding walls. He opened his cracked lips, leaned towards the rock wall, and let the water droplets fall into his mouth to relieve the dryness of his throat. Endless torture, humiliation from the jailer, he didn't know how long this would last. If the king really wanted to use him as a scapegoat, why not just do it quickly? He worked hard to become a viscount, but in the end it was just a flash in the pan. He was not strong enough and his words were not taken seriously. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. If he had another chance to get out, he would make all those who had wronged him pay the price! Thinking of this, he leaned his head against the wall, waiting quietly, waiting for the final moment to come.

Until he saw Arya, who came down with two jailers. After seeing his appearance, the girl's eyes turned red, but she quickly adjusted her mood, unfolded a piece of parchment and shouted to the jailer:

"Here is the king's order for release, why don't you let him go?"

"Got it, got it~" The two jailers took out the keys impatiently.

The door opened, and more firelight shone in, causing Carl to squint slightly. He looked at the two jailers. He knew them. They were the two who peed on his head and fed him moldy bread...

He shook his head and then said:

"You can't go out like this."

"What else do you want?"

"I am a nobleman and will never go out on the street in prison clothes. Bring me my clothes and sword. I want to wash and change here," he said.

"I say, are you done yet?" The jailer became more and more impatient.

"You really think you're something special." One of the jailers even took two steps forward, but was then stopped by another.

The two of them looked behind them at Alia at the same time, but saw the girl glaring at them fiercely. They shut their mouths temporarily out of guilt.

"I'll get it right away." Alia said distressedly, and glared at the two jailers before going up.

There was a brief moment of peace, but not long after Arya left, the two began to argue again:

"Humph, he's just a serf who got lucky. I can do it too~"

"Come on, we don't have this blessing."

He ignored the jailer's sarcasm and waited for Arya to bring him clothes and a basin of water. Then he began to wash himself. With the help of the girl, he wiped off the blood stains on his body, put on a white shirt, a leather vest, a cloak, and a sword. He became the glorious viscount again.

The two jailers looked at all this with disdain on their faces. One of them even spat and said to him:

"Well, noble sir, can we go now?"

Karl nodded, took two steps, then turned back as if he had thought of something and walked in front of the jailer:

"Oh yeah, there's one last thing I forgot to do."

"what?"

Before the jailer could finish his words, Carl had already drawn the sword from his waist and pierced the jailer's lower abdomen. The jailer was stunned, looking at his abdomen in horror. When Carl pulled out the sword again, blood spurted out uncontrollably. He fell down with a scream, constantly covering his internal organs that were flowing out of his body.

"Kill, killing people, kill..." The other man was stunned at first, and then he screamed in fear after realizing what was happening. However, just after he shouted, he saw Alia coming in front of him. The girl swung her sword and cut the other's throat without any hesitation. He could no longer make a sound, but fell to the ground whimpering and soon lost his life.

"Go upstairs~" Carl wiped the blood off the sword and said in a weak voice. Alia nodded and reached out to support him.

As soon as the two went upstairs, they saw a group of guards running towards them. Carl roughly counted the number of them, a total of 7 people, which was not a problem for Alia. They heard the sound, but they didn't figure out what was going on for a while, and they didn't even draw their weapons. After seeing Carl and Alia, someone wanted to step forward to ask about the situation, but Alia raised her sword and cut off her head. For a moment, everyone was stunned, and in these few seconds of stunnedness, the girl swung her sword again and killed another person. The remaining 4 people reacted and began to fight back, but how could they be her opponents. In just a few minutes, Alia easily dealt with everyone like cutting melons and vegetables. For a moment, blood flowed like a river, and the dungeon directly turned into a slaughterhouse.

Of course, the guards were killed, but the job was not over yet. There was one last person to deal with, the warden Gorwen. He had suffered a lot from him during this period, and it was time to settle the score. Carl thought about it and continued to walk up with the support of Alia.

In the warden's office, they found Gorvin, who was wearing pajamas and hiding under the table. He seemed to have been sleeping all the time, so he had no idea what happened in the dungeon. By the time he realized what was happening, he had already lost the best opportunity to escape. Alia dragged the warden out from under the table with an expressionless face. The man was trembling, and he had lost his former arrogance and domineering.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"What do you think?" Carl staggered to his side. The wounds on his body opened again due to the intense movement, and blood seeped out from his snow-white shirt, making him look more fierce.

Gorwen's heart tightened, but he still pretended to be calm and said stubbornly: "Karl, you can't kill me. Killing me is against the laws of the kingdom. His Majesty will not tolerate such a crime!"

"Of course, I know it's a felony." Carl nodded.

Seeing Karl's attitude, Gorvin was relieved instantly, and his face regained confidence. He was about to stand up and reprimand Karl for his rude attitude, but he heard Karl say again:

"So I plan to kill you and then go back to the territory directly."

“What did you say?” Gorvin opened his eyes wide, not understanding what Carl meant for a moment.

But Karl's next words made him feel a chill:

"Do you think His Majesty will send troops to the North for the death of a warden?"

"Wait, wait, Lord Viscount, please listen to me, I was wrong before, I was wrong, I deserve to die..." He kept begging, but before he could finish his words, the sword was pressed against his throat.

"You know what? You are not the king of the dungeon, you are just a pariah." After saying that, Carl swung his sword and cut Gorvin's throat.

When he stood up, he felt dizzy and his body swayed a few times, but Alia behind him held him up.

"Are you okay?" The girl's tone was full of worry.

Carl smiled and nodded:

"It's okay, we have to go straight away."

"I have prepared a carriage, but even so, the journey back to the North is long..."

"I can handle it."

Arya didn't say anything more, but nodded. She didn't blame him, didn't question his behavior, and even helped him to kill all the people in the dungeon.

When Carl got on the carriage, Alia pulled the reins and the carriage began to cross the empty road and rush towards the city gate.

Carl sat in the carriage, thinking back to the scene of killing the warden and piercing the jailer's stomach with a sword in the dungeon. At that moment, he actually understood one thing:

After poisoning Samuel, Morton rushed back to the North overnight, leaving the king knowing that he was the one who did it but unable to do anything about it.

Since Morton can do this kind of thing, why can't he do it?

He looked back and saw that the building still looked the same as usual, except that he had slaughtered all the people inside. If the king knew about this, he would be furious, but it had nothing to do with him. Thinking of this, he leaned against the carriage, closed his eyes, and fell asleep due to fatigue and pain.