Come to another world and become a lord

The steel whip in Gorvin's hand was stained with blood, and Carl was in a semi-conscious state, his body was cruelly pulled on the wheel, his posture was twisted. This was the nth time he was dragged to the interrogation room, and how long had passed outside? In the dungeon, it was impossible to distinguish between night and day, so he quickly lost the concept of time. The atmosphere around him was heavy and cold, and in the dim light, only Gorvin's cold smile could be seen.

Gorvin began to adjust the mechanism of the wheel with a sinister smile, and as the pulling force increased, Carl could not help but groan in pain. Gorvin, who was standing on the side, looked at him with a morbid satisfaction, and his smile became more and more twisted.

"You know what? It's useless even if you don't confess." Gorvin lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "If I want, I can kill you right here."

As he spoke, he approached Carl and poured salt water on him to observe his reaction.

The severe pain made Karl open his eyes again. He breathed rapidly, but still showed a mocking smile: "Kill me?...Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the higher-ups?"

"Ha~ You really think you're a piece of cake?" Hearing his words, Gorvin suddenly laughed, "Do you really think anyone cares about your life or death? You're just a serf, a scapegoat for His Majesty, who cares about you~"

As he spoke, he widened his eyes again and continued:

"To tell you the truth, you can only live if I want you to live, and you must die if I want you to die~"

After saying that, he raised the steel whip again, and this time whipped Carl's legs even harder. Every time he whipped Carl, he felt as if his bones were about to be broken, and his leg muscles twitched involuntarily due to the severe pain.

Gorwen had never felt such pleasure before, there was nothing more satisfying than being able to beat up a noble. Even though he was born a serf, he was still a protagonist appointed by the king himself, and now he was under his control. He once again felt the power, and this feeling made him extremely powerful.

He swung the steel whip again and again until he was exhausted and out of breath. Carl's body had been beaten to the limit and he could no longer maintain consciousness. Finally, he lost consciousness again in the endless pain.

Gorwen took a few steps back, panting, and nodded with satisfaction. He said to the jailers on both sides: "Drag him back first, give him some food and drink, don't let him really die~"

The two jailers nodded, dragged Carl back to the cell like a dead dog, and threw a piece of almost rotten bread on Carl. They complained:

"Humph, what a shitty noble. It's fine if he's enjoying himself outside, but now that he's in this dungeon, we two brothers have to serve him."

Another person snorted coldly:

"Humph, didn't the master ask us to give him something to drink? Then give it to him~"

As he spoke, he pointed to his crotch, and the other man nodded in understanding.

The two men approached the cell door, unzipped their pants, and urinated all over Karl's head:

"Come, give the noble master some beer!"

After saying this, the two of them laughed with satisfaction.

Meanwhile, in the meeting room of the palace, the military chief Rod stood in front of King Philip and spoke nervously. His face was serious, and he held a detailed report in his hand, which detailed the strategic importance of Rickburg and Carl's contribution to the region.

King Philip sat on the main throne, tapping his fingers on the armrests of the throne with a hint of contempt on his face.

"Tell me..." he said, "How much money did you charge others this time?"

Rhode was stunned for a moment, and replied almost unconsciously:

"No~"

Philip sneered:

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"Really not~" Rhodes defended, "Your Majesty, I dare to guarantee with my position that I did this entirely for the country."

His voice was firm, as if he was really speaking up for something greater.

The king was silent, then smiled again: "Okay, then tell me, what made you suddenly change your mind and speak for Carl?"

Rhode was stunned again, then rolled his eyes and said:

"Because of the information from the north."

"What information?" Philip raised his head alertly.

"The Great Khan seems to have made some moves recently." Rhodes said in a slow tone, "Someone seemed to have seen his daughter Noura and a small group of people appear in our territory."

"What do they want to do now?" Philip had become nervous at this time.

"I don't know yet." Rhodes shook his head. "Although I saw them entering the country, they didn't seem to do anything excessive."

After hearing what Rhodes said, Philip sighed:

"Nura, the Snow Princess~ It must be something special for her to come here in person."

"Indeed~" Rhodes nodded, "Now that Carl is imprisoned here again, Rickburg is leaderless..."

Philip sighed again:

"But now the Jinlist family must give an explanation."

"Karl was wrongly accused, and his family is not stupid." Rhodes said, "If they are just looking for a scapegoat, it doesn't matter who they find."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Philip asked.

Rhode licked his lips and continued:

"Kill the servant who delivered the wine and send him over. Then, announce to the public that Morton is the mastermind behind the incident and has now fled back to the territory. Also, issue a wanted notice for him."

"If we do this, what if Morton rebels?" Philip shouted.

But he heard Rhodes say again:

"Nura has come to the North, and he is so eager to kill Carl. Could it be that he has already..."

"What did you say?"

"It's just speculation."

Hearing what Rhodes said, Philip fell into deep thought.

Seeing the king's distress, Rhodes said:

“Maybe there is another way.”

"Speak!" Philip shouted eagerly.

"Our plan remains unchanged. We will kill Carl as a scapegoat, and then award his territory, including Rick Territory, to Morton to appease him and ensure that he does not change his mind."

"What?" Philip's eyes widened. "He cheated my son, and I still want to reward him?"

"It's frustrating, but it's the only way." Rhodes said, "Otherwise, once Carl dies, Rickburg will be in chaos. If Morton takes the opportunity to rebel and join forces with the Great Khan to seize Rickburg, the consequences will be disastrous~"

"Then why not just let Carl live!" Philip couldn't help but yelled, and then he said to himself as if he had figured something out, "You're right, even if Morton doesn't betray me for the time being, if he gets Rickburg, I'm afraid I won't have a peaceful life in the future. Carl can't die, he holds my life in his hands~"

"So... let's do this?" Rhodes asked tentatively.

"That's it." Philip nodded. "But forget about the wanted order. Just spread the news. If the Jinlister family wants to take revenge, let them solve it themselves!"

Rhodes nodded, then handed over the parchment and pen that he had prepared in advance. Philip glanced at him, took the paper, and began to draft the edict.