Come to another world and become a lord

Carl returned to Rickburg a week later. This journey was longer than he expected. Along the way, his mind kept circling with the scenes of fighting the orcs and the power brought to him by the black sword. It felt a bit too good, and even made him miss it. This is definitely not a good thing. If he had a choice, he would even hope not to rely on the power of vampires for the rest of his life. Humans must find a way out on their own. He needs stronger weapons to deal with the next comeback of the orcs...

When he returned to the castle, he found Selena already standing at the gate waiting for his arrival. There was a trace of worry on the girl's face, and she immediately walked up after seeing Carl.

"What happened?" he asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just... Campbell's envoy has been wanting to see you and has been in Rickburg for two days..." Selena said truthfully.

In Rickburg's study, Karl and Fland sat opposite each other at a heavy oak desk, the atmosphere was quiet and somewhat depressing. Outside the window, the night breeze blew slightly, bringing a hint of chill, but it could not dispel the dullness in the study.

Fland crossed his arms, stared at Karl with a deep look in his eyes. After a long while, he broke the silence and said slowly:

"Lord Campbell asked me to come here to ask you where you have been during this period of time?"

"Dealing with some personal matters." Carl replied.

"Private business?" Fland paused here and continued, "During this critical period of electing the Duke of the Northern Territory? Is there anything that requires you to personally lead the troops to the grassland..."

There was an accusatory tone in his voice.

Carl shook his head and said:

"I didn't expect you to know so soon."

"It's not just us. The entire North knows about it." Farand continued, "How could they keep it a secret when they made such a big fuss?"

"That's right." Carl nodded, his expression remained calm.

But Fland continued:

"If it's just the North, it wouldn't matter, but this matter will sooner or later reach the palace. When His Majesty knows about it, do you know what it means?"

Without waiting for Karl to answer, he continued:

"If they want, they will even accuse you of treason! If it comes to that, Lord Campbell and I will no longer be able to support you."

Carl listened quietly, frowning slightly. He naturally knew what Farand said, and this action brought him great risks. But did he have any choice? The orcs' affairs always came first.

"Of course I understand, but I have no choice." Then he spoke slowly, his voice low and firm.

Farand's eyes lit up slightly. He thought for a while and then continued, "Tell me the reason."

In the study, the candlelight flickered gently, and the dim light reflected the stacked files and drawings on the bookshelf, casting long shadows. Farand sat there and listened quietly to Carl's description of how Nura brought him to the tribe, the invasion of orcs he witnessed, and the so-called madness.

He just listened like this, not knowing how long it had been, until the candle on the lamp burned out completely. He leaned back in his chair, pondered for a moment, then sighed deeply and said helplessly:

"Have you ever thought that what you said is not important to the kingdom?"

"Not important?" Carl asked back, "The invasion of the orcs is related to the survival of mankind. In a small sense, it also determines whether the Great Khan will go south. How dare you tell me that it is not important? If I don't go this time, the Great Khan will lead the whole tribe to go south. For them, this is a battle of life and death. They will not stop even if it means both of them will perish together."

"The problem is not the facts, but what Your Majesty will think," Farand continued.

"Someone is doing something wrong and is deliberately spreading the news." Carl said suddenly.

Farand said:

"This is not surprising. Everyone is eyeing the vacant position of Duke of the Northern Territory. Moreover, even if no one is playing tricks, this matter cannot be concealed."

Carl also leaned back in his chair at this time, without saying anything else, just looking straight into Fland's eyes.

After a long time, Farand held his head in his hands and complained:

"Damn it, you've thrown a big problem at me and Master Campbell. I understand~ I will try my best to convince Master to continue to stand by you no matter what the situation is."

"Thank you very much~" Carl nodded in response.

"This is not only for you, but also for self-preservation."

When Farand left the study, he was extremely conflicted. He knew very well that he had no choice. Carl was the key to the entire North. Only by making him the Duke of the North could the tribe and the Great Khan be stabilized. If something unexpected happened, it would probably be a catastrophe. The question was, could he do it alone?

At the same time, King Philip, who was far away in the royal capital, had received a letter from Prime Minister Aaron.

After reading the letter, the king almost slammed the table and stood up.

His brows were tightly furrowed and he rubbed the letter paper in his hands vigorously. His inner anger had reached a point where it was difficult to suppress.

"Karl..." He repeated the name in a low voice, his tone mixed with shock and anger. "Not long ago, he actually led his troops to the grassland..."

Although his voice was not loud, it was like a stone that caused a thousand waves in the council hall, instantly causing the ministers to discuss. The ministers who were just discussing other topics stopped talking at the same time and turned to look at him in shock.

"Leading troops to the grassland?" One of the old ministers murmured in confusion, his face full of disbelief.

"Why does Carl want to interfere in the affairs of the barbarians?" someone asked his colleague next to him in a low voice.

At this moment, Philip did not wait for the discussion to ferment, and added coldly: "Not only that... He also provided the tribe with guns and artillery. Those new weapons he has been researching."

As soon as these words came out, the entire council hall burst into exclamations again. The ministers looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief. Guns and cannons were originally the kingdom's secret weapons, and now these new weapons have fallen into the hands of the tribe, which is tantamount to pointing the spearhead at their own country.

"This is simply a blatant betrayal!" Suddenly, an angry voice burst out from the mouth of a minister.

"He betrayed the kingdom and defected to the Great Khan!" another voice shouted angrily, and the sound echoed throughout the hall like a fire.

The ministers' anger erupted instantly, and more and more people began to stand up and loudly denounce Karl's "treason".

"Karl is so audacious!"

"He is unforgivable for colluding with the barbarians just to achieve his own ambitions!"

"We must stop him immediately! Otherwise, the entire kingdom will be dragged into the abyss by him!"

For a moment, the council hall was filled with roars and accusations, the voices rising and falling like a storm. Every minister's face was filled with anger and anxiety. They could not accept this sudden bad news, and they could not tolerate a lord acting on his own and even handing over new weapons to the barbarians.

King Philip clenched his fists, the anger in his chest becoming more and more difficult to suppress. He felt that his authority had been challenged as never before, which made it impossible for him to sit on the throne calmly.

"Enough!" Philip suddenly roared, and his voice shocked all the ministers like thunder. The noise in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone shut up, looking at the king with awe and uneasiness.

Then he shook his head. What should he do? He had planned to ease the tension with Carl before, and even planned to support him to become the Duke of the North, but now he has become like this. The most important thing is that he still has evidence in the other party's hands. His dealings with vampires, and the third prince Gareth who has now become a member of the blood clan, are the best evidence.

When he thought of this, he felt like his head was going to explode. Finally, he suppressed his anger and said:

"Go, send someone to Rickburg immediately to ask Carl for an explanation. If his explanation does not satisfy me..."

He paused here and did not continue. He just sat back on the throne, took a deep breath, and prayed in his heart: I hope that explanation is sufficient.