Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 126 The final farewell

Morton was pinned to the ground by the guards, the flame in his hand gradually extinguished, he looked at Amira unwillingly, his eyes full of resentment. The sorceress stood aside, looking indifferent, she knew very well that the earl was completely finished. The witch hunters tied Morton up and escorted him out of the hall.

Not long after, the gate of Fengzhu Castle was slowly opened from the inside. The third prince Gareth stared at this scene in shock.

"This...how is this possible?" he muttered, not daring to believe that Fengzhu Castle could be breached so easily.

Carl smiled slightly, as if he had expected it. He stood up, waved at Gareth and said, "Then, let's go into the city."

The soldiers shouted as they rushed into the city and occupied Candlelight Castle without any hindrance. Gareth followed closely behind them and entered the city with Carl. The two of them were now standing in the center of the town, looking at this sturdy castle, and the prince couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"So, how on earth do you do it?" he asked.

"Morton is unpopular, and the people of Candlelight Castle have suffered for a long time. So when I arrived, they opened the city and surrendered." Carl replied.

"Is it that simple?" Gareth looked incredulous.

"It's that simple." Carl continued. He couldn't say that he arranged a real wizard to frame Morton. Of course, it was true that Morton was unpopular. It was also magic. When he stopped Gregory, the people believed it was a miracle of the Lord; but when it came to Morton, people were more willing to believe that the lord was a wizard. In the end, the truth was not important. What was important was what people were willing to believe.

"I have to say, you really have a way."

As if knowing that Karl didn’t want to say more, Gareth stopped asking questions and changed the topic to praise him.

Carl also responded with a friendly smile:

"Thank you for your praise, Your Highness. I am truly flattered."

Gareth nodded and continued:

"But the next thing is the trouble. Imprisoning a count is no small matter."

"Your Highness, do you want to know how I will deal with Morton?"

Gareth waved his hand and said:

"I'm not interested, and I don't want to listen. My mission is to deliver the letter, and I've already accomplished it. But... no matter what you plan to do, you'd better hurry up. Because I believe that my father must have other ideas about how to deal with Morton in the future."

Carl smiled slightly and said:

"So, Your Highness, are you in a hurry to leave? If you don't mind, you can stay in Candlelight Castle for one night."

"Of course I've been traveling all day, so I need to rest." Gareth patted Carl on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll stay overnight."

Then he turned to look at Jim and others behind him, and continued:

"Who is willing to accompany me for a walk so that I can experience the customs and culture of the North?"

Then Carl saw Edgar walk out from the crowd first and began to enthusiastically introduce the situation of Fengzhu Castle to the third prince.

He looked at the two for a while, then stopped paying attention to them. Now he had a more difficult problem in front of him. How to deal with Morton? He thought, since witchcraft was used as an excuse from the beginning, it would be reasonable to burn him as a wizard. Of course, in fact, it was not that simple. It was reasonable for the people to say so, but the nobles would not believe it.

Deep in the dungeon of Candlekeep, the lights were dim, and the air was filled with the smell of damp mold and rust. Carl stood in front of the cell door, holding an oil lamp, illuminating the darkness ahead. The iron door creaked open, and the light shone on the stone wall inside the cell, revealing Morton's lost face.

"Earl Morton." Carl walked slowly into the cell, with a hint of complicated emotions in his tone.

Morton raised his head, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. His hands were chained, and he looked lifeless. Hearing Karl's voice, he sneered: "Why, are you here to see my joke?"

Carl placed the oil lamp on the stone platform beside him and looked at Morton quietly. He remembered the beginning when he went to the earldom to ask for help and for soldiers and food:

"I was just wondering how we ended up like this."

"Hmph~ Do you want me to remind you?" Morton snorted coldly, "Do you want me to remind you? You came to me brazenly to ask for soldiers and food, and I lent them to you, but in the end you teamed up with the prime minister to default on my debt."

"Indeed." Karl did not deny it, "But at that time I was resisting the invasion of the Great Khan. This was related to our survival..."

"That doesn't change the fact that you defaulted on your debt~" Morton replied.

"Yeah." Carl nodded, "But in the final analysis, it was just a small matter. Yet you kidnapped the prime minister's daughter to frame me, and then sent people to rob my village."

"Humph~ What? You are allowed to take advantage of me but I am not allowed to resist? After all, this is just a small fight."

"That's right~" Carl continued, "Up to this point, I didn't even plan to completely turn against you. Even when Baron Henry proposed a marriage, I thought it was the best way to resolve the conflict."

"Hmm~" Morton nodded thoughtfully, "So the real reason why we can't reconcile is..."

"It all started when you poisoned Henry," Carl continued. "He was loyal to you, but you poisoned him."

"Ha~ Loyal to me? This traitorous fellow, he clearly knows that you are the one I hate the most, yet he still secretly gets along with you!"

"The marriage between Rickburg and Greyburg is a win-win situation, and you are the biggest beneficiary!" Carl's tone rose unconsciously.

Morton was stunned for a moment, then he laughed:

"Yes, you are right. Henry's idea is indeed the best. If I hadn't harmed him at that time, Rick Castle would have automatically been incorporated into my Morgan Territory a hundred years later. I clearly know that what he said is right."

When he said this, he looked up at Karl and continued with a smile:

"Unfortunately, there is one thing I cannot tolerate. I cannot swallow this. You are just a serf. Why should I, a count, take the initiative to make concessions?"

"Is that why?" Carl asked.

"Yes, that's who I am," Morton replied.

"So just because of this reason, you killed Henry, attacked Greyburg, and even poisoned the Minister of Finance to kill me in the capital. You left me no choice." Carl said.

Morton just laughed jokingly, and then joked:

"I kept pushing you into a dead end, but you always managed to be reborn. In the end, you won! And I died because of my bad temper."

"I once considered saving your life," Carl said suddenly.

"Are you willing to spare my life?" Morton's face was full of doubt.

"As long as you are willing to give up your title of Earl..."

"Hmph~" Morton sneered again.

But I heard Karl say again:

"But after thinking about it carefully, this is unlikely. Putting aside the grudge between you and me, I must give an explanation to Selena as well."

"You'd better kill me~" Morton replied, "Then I can use my life to fight for the future..."

"Fight for the future." Carl felt a little curious.

But I heard Morton continue:

"Bet for your future death!"

After that, he let out a long breath and said:

"As long as you kill me, no matter how many reasonable excuses you have, you will always be the invader who killed the earl and seized his territory. What do you think others will think?"

"I know His Majesty the King will definitely not support me," Carl replied.

"Not only the king, but also the other four earls in the north. Everyone will be afraid of having a neighbor like you." Morton laughed again, "From now on, you have no choice. Next, everyone will unite to guard against you, and even take the initiative to attack you."

Carl frowned unconsciously. Morton was right. He was an aggressor, and that would not change. But he would never let Morton go and leave a big trouble for himself.

"Next, all that awaits you is a fight. Either you defeat them all, or you will be killed by them~" For some reason, Morton's laughter became louder and louder, and then he sighed again, "The title of Duke of the North has been vacant for too long~ I don't know if you have the ability to take it. I will wait for you downstairs, and when you come down, you must tell me how far you have walked..."

"I will."

Morton grinned again, and then, as if he had gathered all his strength, he suddenly shouted:

"Well, see you down below, Count Karl!"

As Carl left, he could hear Morton laughing.