Come to another world and become a lord

Under the dim night, candles have been lit in the lord's bedroom of Rickburg. Carl is sitting at a round table, looking out the window at the scene outside the city. In the darkness, there are countless enemy campfires dotted around the castle like stars.

According to the scouts' reports, the Great Khan dispersed his forces after burning the town. He stationed about 1000 heavy infantry in the outer city, and divided 2000 cavalry and infantry to be mixed and deployed on the east and west sides. Then he pulled out 500 elite rangers, led by the Snow Princess Nura, crossed the river and went around to the south to cut off his retreat, while he led 2500 main forces to station in the camp in the south.

The purpose is to completely surround Rickburg and not let anyone escape. However, except for one place, Carl turned his head and looked at the fireplace in the bedroom. The firewood in the stove crackled and the burning flames warmed the whole room. That was the entrance to the secret passage mentioned by Alia. However, no matter how he looked at it, it was just an ordinary fireplace. He spent a whole day and couldn't find any opening mechanism. Instead, he found flags engraved with noble family emblems under a pile of thick books. There were golden lion red and white flags from the royal family, and white fox flags from the Prime Minister Aaron's family, as well as a total of more than a dozen other noble flags of various sizes, all of which were missed again when escaping. But he couldn't find the exit of the secret passage. If there really is a secret passage, it can be said to be perfect in terms of concealment.

At this time, Alia and Jim had come to the bedroom at the same time at his call, and stood in front of him fully armed.

"So we can indeed leave the castle through this secret passage, bypassing the Khan's cavalry?"

"I told you, the secret passage leads to the forest, and the exit is nearly 2 kilometers away from the city. No one will notice it at night."

"Very good, now open the secret passage."

"what?"

"I want you to open the secret passage immediately," Carl repeated.

"Wait, you want to escape? As a lord, you want to escape alone?"

“Not just me, you have to come too.” Carl said seriously.

"Absolutely not! I won't run away, nor will I let you run away. If you dare to retreat in the face of battle..." Alia drew her sword and said, "I will kill you first!"

"What are you thinking about?" Carl shook his head helplessly, then spread out the map on the table, "As you said, our food is not enough to sustain so many people in the city, so the only way now is to seek help from outside."

"Help?" Alia looked at him puzzled.

"Yes, it's Earl Morton Morgan of Morgan County, the closest to us. The Candle Castle where he lives is less than a day's journey from here..."

"You want to ask him for help?" Alia looked puzzled, then shook her head. "It's useless. You know how many people the northerners brought this time. The Earl's troops can't do anything at all."

"Of course, it's unrealistic to ask for reinforcements, but what we need now is just food. As long as we have enough food, we can wait until the reinforcements arrive."

After hearing what Carl said, Alia shook her head:

"It's just bizarre."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Carl replied.

“Even if we can get the food and fodder, how can we break through the encirclement and transport it into the city?” Alia paused at this point, then looked at Carl with a strange look, “Do you have a plan?”

And Carl just smiled lightly:

"I can think of a way, but it's a bit risky. But do we have any other options?"

Alia just sighed softly:

"Who caused this situation..."

"cough cough"

Carl coughed twice and continued:

"I need you to come with me. If I go, I will probably be kicked out by them. But you are different. You are the former guard of the Prime Minister. Even the Earl will give you some face."

Then he turned to look at Jim:

"Rickburg will be in your hands while I'm gone."

"I, I'll do it?" Jim seemed a little flustered when he heard Carl's words.

"It's okay. It will only take a few days at most. Just keep everything as usual. If anyone asks, tell them that the lord has found reliable foreign aid. The reinforcements will arrive within seven days. Let them all rest assured."

The moment they entered the secret passage, Alia turned back again as if she had thought of something and asked:

"What if he disagrees?"

"Then we'll use the smashing of the cup as a signal, and you'll capture him and threaten him with his life."

"are you serious?"

Carl just spread his hands and said nothing.

The torches flickered in the air as they walked through the dim secret passage. As they went deeper, a musty smell became stronger, and the silence around them made people feel a little depressed. Their footsteps echoed in the narrow space, and it seemed that even the sound had become cautious.

As they carefully avoided the gravel and debris on the ground, Alia suddenly stopped. She raised the fire and shone it forward. Then Carl saw that in the light, a mass of gel-like things was crawling on the ground, constantly wriggling. The mass was about the size of an adult, and the whole body was translucent. The inside seemed to be filled with a slowly flowing liquid. The color was a strange light yellow, and some darker particles could be vaguely seen scattered inside, like some kind of internal organs. Its surface looked extremely smooth, as if no solid matter could leave a mark on it.

Carl was almost shocked by what he saw. Just as he was about to ask Alia, he heard the girl complain first:

"Damn it, how many years has it been since anyone took care of this passage? Slime has grown all over it."

"Wait, is this... really a slime?" Carl couldn't believe what he saw. He had been in this world for two years, but this was the first time he heard of such an existence that only existed in the fantasy world.

But Alia looked at him as if he were a rare animal:

"Is there anything strange about this?"

"Wait, so that means: werewolves, vampires, and zombies all exist?" Carl continued to ask.

"There are also witches and magic..." Alia added, "Although you are not a mercenary or adventurer, and you may never have the chance to see these creatures in your life, you should have heard of their legends. The old people in the village will more or less mention how to prevent vampires from attacking at night, how to avoid werewolves in the mountains and forests, and so on..."

So I have indeed heard of such legends, not only here, but also in my original world, but who would take them seriously? No, it should be said that everyone here, except me, believes them very seriously.

"I always thought it was just a story to scare children..." Carl said, but Alia shook her head repeatedly.

"Are you really from this world?" Then her expression returned to seriousness. "Anyway, just try to avoid these things. They are not easy to deal with. Just like this slime, no matter if you chop it with a knife, slash it with a sword, or even hit it with a blunt object, it can't cause any damage to it."

"Then...what should we do now?"

“Fire will help it,” Arya said, pausing to look at the torch in her hand. “But it won’t catch fire. If you want to kill it, you need something that will catch fire.”

"So that means we have absolutely no way to deal with it now?" Carl asked.

Alia waved her hand:

"We can only go around it. Fortunately, it doesn't move very fast. As long as we find it in time, there won't be any problem."

Then she pointed upwards again:

"We have to pay close attention to the ceiling on the way back."

"I understand..."

It was noon of the next day when they arrived at the Laswell territory, but the city gates were closed. This was not incomprehensible. Since the news of the northerners' southward march spread, the nearby castles seemed to have been on alert and there were no more pedestrians on the road.

When Carl and Alia were about to approach the city gate, they suddenly saw a guard sticking his head out from the top of the city wall. Then Carl heard the sound of bows being drawn and arrows being drawn. A voice rang above their heads:

"Stand back, no one is allowed to approach the city gate!"

And Alia just shook her head helplessly, then opened her throat and shouted loudly:

"Captain Fire Rose - Alia and the Lord of Rickburg want to see Earl Morgan!"

However, the guards on the top of the city remained unmoved. They just continued to aim their arrows at the two of them and shouted:

"Back off immediately! The Earl won't see anyone!"

"What?" Alia looked at the guard in disbelief and said unhappily, "Just go and inform that Morton guy and tell him that Alia wants to see you!"

However, the guard remained unmoved by Alia's words:

"My Lord Earl has given orders long ago. No one should see you. Stand back immediately, or I will release an arrow!"

"This..." The rejection left the girl speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Carl looked at the embarrassed Alia like a joke:

"It seems that the Count deliberately doesn't want to see us."

"You said he did it on purpose? He didn't know we were coming."

"Of course he didn't know we were coming. He just didn't want to see anyone, especially someone coming from Rickburg for help."

"Now what?"

Carl glanced at the guards on the top of the city wall, then smiled and shouted:

"We are here on the orders of Prime Minister Aaron. This lady is the Prime Minister's personal guard. Just go and inform the Earl~"

"I said, the Earl is not here..."

Before the guard could finish, Carl interrupted him and shouted again:

"I just asked you to inform him. It's up to him to decide whether to meet him or not. But if you insist on stopping him, humph, delaying important matters, the prime minister will hold you accountable and take the heads of your entire family as punishment! I want to know, who will protect you?"

"This..." The guard obviously hesitated.

Karl knew very well that these gate guards were usually members of the local militia, and were powerless peasants. The greatest tragedy of these people was that they could not even control their own lives.

"Just go and inform him. Whether he meets or not is his business. It has nothing to do with you."

After hearing these words, the guard hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and turned around and went down the city wall.

Then there was another silent wait. After a while, the castle gate slowly opened and a majestic black horse stepped out, carrying its proud owner, Earl Morton Morgan. The latter was not wearing any armor, but only wearing casual clothes. His slender body was wrapped in a heavy and exquisite woolen cloak, and his neck was wrapped in a scarf made of animal fur. He came to Alia, pulled the reins, and after a quick glance at Carl, he turned his gaze back to the girl:

"Ah~ It turns out that Lady Arya is here to visit. What an honor~ The last time we met was at the King's party. You left a deep impression on me."

"I was just a guard at the gate. Your Excellency, you are too kind to me."

"No, no, no, even if you don't make up, your beauty still overwhelms the whole audience. Those so-called noble ladies are not even half as good as you..." Morton paused here, looked around, and then asked:

"I heard you say that Lord Rickburg came with you, but hasn't Rickburg always been a territory directly under His Majesty the King?"

"Your Majesty, not long ago, His Majesty the King awarded the castle to this Baron Carl Flandal." Alia saluted respectfully and waved her hand to Carl.

And Carl also nodded to Morton symbolically:

"My Lord Count."

"Hmm~" Morton looked at Carl from head to toe with interest, then revealed an elusive smile and said to Alia:

"Lady Alia is such a joke. A noble baron from Reikburg? Why didn't I see him? I only saw a lowly serf accompanying you~"

As he spoke, he glanced at Karl with contempt in his eyes.