Come to another world and become a lord

The black carriage drove through the street, the wheels rolling on the stone road, making a continuous clicking sound. The night outside was as dark as ink, and only the iron lantern in front of the carriage cast a swaying yellow light. Prime Minister Aaron sat in the carriage, his mind fluctuating. From Rickburg to the capital, the irreconcilable contradiction between Carl and Morton, he was not sure if everything he did was right. In Rickburg, he deliberately favored Carl and made Morton a sucker to pay for the defense war. Even when he learned that the earl planned to kidnap his daughter, he still chose to remain indifferent. He let Myrna maintain a good relationship with Carl, so that everyone could see how close they were, and then what? At Carl's enthronement ball, he had known that Myrna had hidden a dagger, but he did not stop her and let her do this. In the end, all the events turned together and became the stage for Carl and Morton to fight each other.

At first, it was just a small conflict, and then it gradually escalated until it became a fight to the death. Now, such a big commotion has occurred in the capital. No matter what happens next, the North will no longer be stable. Everyone is watching the situation. What will the king do? What will the Great Khan do?

The carriage returned to his residence in the capital. Aaron stepped out of the carriage slowly and frowned. It was late at night and the surroundings were shrouded in a suffocating darkness. This was different from the past. The servants could not turn off the lights before he returned. The surroundings were terribly quiet. Several horses began to neigh uncomfortably, and the iron lamp on the carriage began to shake constantly. The coachman began to try to appease them, and the accompanying butler showed a look of dissatisfaction. He stood behind Aaron and said:

"These servants are really becoming more and more unruly. They turned off the lights even though the master was out and hadn't returned yet! This is simply lawless. If they continue like this..."

"You guys go and have some rest~" Before he could finish his complaints, Aaron interrupted him. The prime minister's voice was hoarse and calm. "Don't worry about anything, don't look at anything, go back to your room, close the doors and windows, and go to sleep."

"But sir~" The butler wanted to explain a few more times, but heard Aaron say again:

"This is an order."

The butler nodded obediently, then called the groom, who untied the locks and led a few horses to the stable.

Aaron stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the front door. After a moment's deliberation, he strode up the steps, pushed open the door, and walked into the house. His footsteps echoed in the empty hall. It was dark all around. There was charcoal in the fireplace, but no fire. The noise that should have been there was no longer there, replaced by a depressing silence. When he passed the sofa, he saw a maid lying there, breathing slowly, with a calm expression, as if she had fallen into a deep coma. He finally knew the reason for the silence. She was probably not the only one who was asleep.

Continuing forward, there were stairs on both sides leading to the second floor. Just as he was about to go up, a shrill crow cry suddenly sounded behind him. He turned his head sharply and saw a crow perched on a decorative stone pillar at the door, tilting its head and looking at him curiously. Then there was another crow cry, and another crow flew in and landed on the wooden table by the fireplace, followed by the third and fourth crows. More and more crows flew into the room. They were as black as ink and carried an ominous aura. They kept screaming, like a prayer of death.

All the crows occupied the hall and focused all their attention on Aaron, as if they wanted to see through him.

Aaron took a step back in surprise, then coughed lightly and suddenly said:

"You shouldn't be here."

In an instant, all the crows stopped calling and just stood there quietly. Then, in the empty hall, a figure appeared. He was thin, slightly hunched, and wore a loose and worn black robe. His black hood covered his entire face. In one of his hands, he held a staff made of a dead tree. His exposed fingers were thin and long, with obvious joints, and his nails were as sharp as claws. It was as if it was not a human hand, but a bird's claw. Crow, yes, he was somewhat similar to those crows.

After hearing what Aaron said, he spoke, his voice low and resonant, as if coming from far away: "The raven brought me the news, so I wanted to come and take a look."

"This is a completely unnecessary move, and you will only make yourself a target of the church by doing this."

"I remember that the person stationed here should be Bishop Meide. He is a good person, but unfortunately his ability is average." The man laughed hoarsely, and the sound was totally unlike that of a human. Then he said, "I am deeply sorry about your daughter."

"This is what she deserves. It would be good for her to go to church and learn something." Aaron replied calmly.

The man laughed again:

"Now that the two families have a personal feud, the North will inevitably be in chaos, and your wish will be fulfilled. What are you still worried about?"

"I hope there will be chaos in the North, but I am also worried that the Great Khan will take advantage of the opportunity..."

"Don't worry~Akitila has his own things to do. Believe me, he is already busy enough." The man said, and then paused, "It's just..."

"What?" Aaron asked.

"A wizard came to Rickburg and took root there." the man said again.

"Your colleagues?" Aaron asked.

"No, we are not familiar with each other, and even... we are somewhat hostile to each other." The man continued, "So I am worried..."

"I am the messenger of night, and I bring you a choice." The shriveled man said slowly, "Power, or destruction. Choose, Vizier."

"Are you afraid that such a change will eventually affect us?"

"The power of a mage should never be underestimated. If she really chooses Rickburg..." At this point, the man raised his head and said to Aaron, "I hope you can write a letter to the Pope."

"Write to the Pope?"

"Yes, tell them as the chancellor that you suspect that Reikberg is hiding a wizard."

After hearing his words, Aaron couldn't help but frowned:

"Is this necessary?"

"To be on the safe side, all risks need to be eliminated."

"I see." Aaron finally nodded.

The man laughed again, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

"You know what?" he said, "Compared to pigeons, the biggest advantage of ravens is that they are smart enough to find the recipient and deliver the letter directly to the recipient. But because they are so smart, they always have some tricks. The focus of training ravens is never to tell them what to do, but to consider how to prevent them from betraying you."

"Yeah~" Aaron nodded, then said, "I know your crows are well trained, but I don't care about that."

There was no response, and when he looked back, the man had disappeared, along with all the crows.