Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 111 Sneak Attack

Freyburg is located on the east-west main road of Morgan Territory. It is a small castle with a standard square structure. Its size is similar to Greyburg. There is a small village of about a hundred people on the side, which forms its outer city area.

Its current lord, Baldo Frey, is nearly 60 years old and has two sons and a daughter. The eldest son has married and has a son and a daughter, while the youngest daughter has just turned 18 and is not married yet. Although the Frey family is not big, they are indeed a long-established local noble family. They are law-abiding and have managed their own small piece of land for generations.

It was already dusk, night was about to fall, smoke was rising from the village, and old Baldo was sitting in a comfortable rocking chair, squinting his eyes, waiting for dinner. Until the guards broke in and disturbed him, and the other party's report made the old man terrified, he almost jumped off the rocking chair, and then ran up the city wall in two steps.

Then he saw the witch hunters led by Amira appear outside the city:

Amira was wearing a nun's outfit, holding the Vatican flag in her hand, and had a badge on her chest that symbolized her status as the Chief Inquisitor. Behind her were a dozen witch hunter soldiers wearing Inquisition robes.

She cleared her throat and then shouted to the guard on the wall:

"Witches have been rampant recently, and the Inquisition has been ordered to investigate. I hope you will cooperate!"

After saying this, she felt a little awkward, as if she was catching herself.

On the tower, the guards were apparently at a loss as to what to do with this sudden visit. Instead, it was old Bardo who spoke first:

"It's the Northern Inquisition, open the city gate quickly!"

As the gates slowly open, Amira sees the old baron, his guards, and his children come out to greet her. The old man is extremely pious and enthusiastic, and then they temporarily mobilize people to prepare a dinner for her team.

She was also invited by Bardo to have dinner with his family, accompanied by two priests, and they sat in the banquet hall of the castle. The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies, roast meat, stew, fragrant bread, and red wine with an attractive luster under the candlelight.

"Welcome to all guests of the Inquisition." The baron raised his glass and said with a smile, "Let us drink to the Lord!"

After drinking a cup, Bardo suddenly asked:

"I wonder what exactly the presiding judge is investigating this time?"

“Samuel’s murder,” Amira says suddenly, putting down her glass. “Lord Morton is blamed for it.”

“That’s nonsense, and I hope your Honor will understand,” Bardo says, filling Amira’s glass.

Amira takes a sip and says:

"The Vatican doesn't really care who did it, but this matter involves witchcraft. There are rumors that Samuel was not poisoned, but killed by magic."

"This is completely groundless. You can't believe these rumors." Baldo said again.

“My Lord, I am only acting on behalf of the Lord. The Lord has already made the clear judgment on right and wrong.” Amira tried her best to imitate the words used by the clergy.

"Of course, of course. If you need anything, please let me know. As long as the Frey family can do it, we will definitely help."

Then, in a harmonious atmosphere, several people drank the wine again.

On the way back to the dormitory, Baldo's second son Erlen couldn't help but complain:

"Are they short of money again? Are they planning to start a witch hunt to make money?"

"Don't talk nonsense, they are all servants of the Lord," said Bardo.

"Am I wrong? They hunt witches every year, but they never catch any witches. Instead, they make more and more money. My father is too lenient with them!"

But I heard old Bardo sigh:

"It's nothing more than arresting a few ignorant villagers. It's no big deal. When they've made enough trouble and got the money, they'll leave. Oh, I hope no one gets killed."

It was late at night, and the moonlight shone through the castle’s high windows onto the ground, casting mottled shadows. The two guards at the gate had already begun to doze off, and then someone saw Amira and several witch hunters approaching the city gate. They woke up instantly and greeted them with confusion:

"Your Excellency, what are you doing here so late at night?"

There was no reply. Several witch hunters had already surrounded them. When the two reacted, it was too late. The daggers instantly cut their throats. They didn't even have time to call for help. Then the city gate was opened, and Carl and Alia led the Fire Rose Guards, as well as the knights from Grey Castle and Shadow Castle into the city. Under the leadership of the witch hunters, they rushed straight to the main castle. Perhaps they all mistook them for witch hunters, and no one stopped them along the way.

After reaching the main castle, the inner city guards finally realized that something was wrong. They tried to resist, but their opponents were Alia and the elite knights behind her! The strength gap was too great, and soon the guards were defeated. Throughout the operation, Carl did not lose a single soldier.

The incident happened so suddenly that Bardo was almost pulled out of bed, and the whole family was taken to the hall. Some of them were even in pajamas. After seeing Karl, the old man's eyes widened:

“How did you get in?” He glances at Amira, then looks surprised. “Why is the Inquisition helping him?”

“Lord Bardo, please don’t misunderstand me. Lord Carl is just an enthusiastic lord.” Amira said seriously, “I have said before that we are investigating the matter of Earl Morton using witchcraft to murder Samuel. After Lord Carl learned about this, he took the initiative to contact us and expressed his willingness to help the Inquisition to participate in the investigation.”

“It is everyone’s responsibility to defend the faith and eliminate evil. I am just fulfilling my duty as a believer.” Carl wanted to laugh when he said this. He really didn’t know how Amira held back from laughing.

"What?" Baldo opened his mouth wide and stared at them for a long time without saying a word. After a long while, he slowly uttered a sentence, "So, what are you going to do with me?"

“As I said, the Inquisition is investigating witchcraft and only arrests the guilty. If you are innocent, you have nothing to worry about,” Amira continues.

Innocence, what is innocence? Baldo's eyes moved quickly, and then he suddenly knelt down in front of Karl and said:

"The Frey family has always been pious. I hope the judge will understand."

He called out "judge", but in fact he kept kowtowing to Karl, and he kowtowing loudly on purpose.

Then he shouted again:

"If the situation is true, then Morton is guilty of a heinous crime. Although the Frey family is its vassal, they cannot turn a blind eye. I also want to learn from Lord Carl and fight against demons and defend justice. I hope the chief judge will grant me the task~"

Is this a surrender? Should I accept it? Carl thought, he could just kill the Bardo family and forcibly occupy the city, but that would mean splitting up his troops, and he didn't have many to begin with...

After thinking it over again and again, he finally made a decision:

"Baron Baldo, I'm glad you've come to this realization. But I believe Morton will not surrender obediently. Once he resists, your Freiburg may become the front line. For safety reasons, I suggest that you let your son and daughter..."

Karl glanced at Bardo's three children, then noticed his eldest son, his daughter-in-law and two younger children, and added:

"And the grandchildren, all moved to Rickburg temporarily, are you willing?"

"What? You want us to be hostages?" Erlen, the second son of Bardo, shouted after hearing what Carl said. Then he turned to look at Bardo, "Father, you can't listen to him!"

"It's all up to Lord Carl~" Ignoring his second son, Bardo agreed quickly without any intention of resisting.

Erlen called out again: "Father!"

But they heard the old man say to them:

"Just go to Rickburg and have some fun, just treat it as a vacation. That's a city that His Majesty the King spent a lot of money to build. It's much better than here."

After hearing his words, the second son collapsed like a deflated ball and stopped talking.

"That's settled then. Please change your clothes, we'll be leaving immediately."

Then, under the escort of the guards, everyone left the hall.

At this time, Alia whispered in Carl's ear:

"Do you think he is trustworthy?"

Carl looked at the wrinkled baron and said:

"If he were younger, it's hard to say. As for now..."

He paused and continued:

"At 60, it's still difficult to have another son."