Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 216 Choose Again

Carl sat in the tent, the candlelight in front of him flickering, casting a shadow on his face, his deep eyes revealing a trace of fatigue and helplessness. Eleanor stood in front of him, with a solemn expression, holding a report that had just been compiled in her hand. Her voice was low and firm:

"Sir, the casualty statistics have just come out. The number of injured is over 23, and people have died of serious injuries..."

"Got it~" Carl nodded as he sat on the chair, feeling more and more depressed. He frowned slightly, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the table, thinking about the source of the civil unrest.

Eleanor looked at him with concern, then sighed and continued:

"To be honest, the conflict between the Rangers and the Musketeers has been going on for more than a day or two. Most of the Musketeers are local residents of Rick Territory. Over the years, they have been harassed and robbed by nomadic tribes. This hatred buried in their hearts is almost irreconcilable."

"It's the madness that has infected them," Carl said.

Eleanor paused, then frowned:

“That’s hard to say for sure.”

"Is anyone crazy?" Carl asked again.

"There are three people who are indeed mentally ill and are now imprisoned." Eleanor replied, "I tried to use divine magic to treat them, but it was ineffective."

"That's right, this is Casabelos's trick. They are using madness as a weapon against us." Carl couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief at the troublesome matter.

"But the hatred between the two tribes is indeed long-standing." Eleanor continued, "The people on the border have always hated the tribe, especially after you allowed the White Wolf Tribe to move into Rick Territory. The contradictions between the two sides have always existed, and small-scale conflicts have continued."

"Do you want me to drive them away? We must reconcile with the Great Khan. The orcs in the north are the real threat." Carl said with some complaint.

"That is true, but you cannot expect your people to smile at an enemy who has killed their loved ones," Eleanor replied.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the tent became more and more oppressive. Carl fell into deep thought, folding his hands together. Was this his own mistake? It can only be said that sometimes one's imagination is too good, and the reality is often not so simple. He had imagined that the relationship between the North and the tribes could be maintained through close commercial ties, but he ignored the fact that the long-standing hatred had already taken root.

Business can indeed bring stability, but it needs to be a slow and progressive process. Similarly, long-term hatred may take several generations to gradually ease.

Karl sighed helplessly, and then he heard Eleanor ask again:

"What to do next?"

Just as Carl was thinking about how to answer, a voice suddenly sounded from a corner of the tent:

"We should find a way to kill that mage."

Then, a slender figure slowly walked out of the shadows. The pale face of the Third Prince Gareth emerged from the darkness, with a gloomy light in his eyes.

"Vampire!" After seeing the other person again, Eleanor's nerves tensed up. She stared at the other person with a look full of resentment, and her hand unconsciously touched the holy book at her waist.

"Bishop, I am not an enemy," Gareth shouted.

"Of course I know!" Eleanor cried, and then turned to Carl, "You shouldn't have brought him."

Carl replied:

"It's safer to keep him with you. After all, all the people who can deal with him are here now."

Gareth shook his head, then ignored Eleanor and turned to look at Karl:

"As long as that wizard is alive, this won't stop. We need a decapitation operation, and you know who would be the best person to do it."

"We don't need the power of vampires!" Eleanor shouted from the side.

"Do you have a better way, Bishop?" Gareth asked bluntly.

"It's none of your business," Eleanor continued.

"Hmph~" Gareth sneered.

Karl watched the two people arguing, then coughed twice:

"Eleanor, you go down first."

"My lord, you don't really want to borrow their help, do you?" the female bishop asked with her eyes wide open.

"Believe me, I know what's going on." Carl replied calmly.

Gareth showed a smug look. He watched the bishop leave the tent unwillingly. He turned around and was about to say something, but heard Carl say first:

"Eleanor is right, I don't need vampire powers."

At this moment, the Third Prince's smile gradually faded, and a hint of disappointment and confusion flashed in his eyes:

"You're still rejecting your power, even if you can't solve it yourself."

Karl's expression became increasingly grim, his eyes as sharp as a knife:

"This is not my power, this is a trap of the vampire."

"Don't you trust me so much?" A gloomy look appeared on Gareth's face.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's Isabel and her mother that I don't trust." Carl replied, "Okay, you can leave first. I will make the decision on this matter."

Gareth frowned slightly, but said nothing more. Instead, he bowed and then disappeared into the shadows again.

Carl's eyes followed Gareth's figure disappearing into the shadows, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew that although Gareth's proposal was attractive, he always remained wary of the power of vampires. After all, there were too many unknowns and dangers hidden behind this power.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became particularly solemn. He took a deep breath and decided not to get entangled in the argument with Gareth. Then he shouted outside the tent.

"Reinette~" he said, with a hint of fatigue in his tone.

The black knight Renee opened the tent curtain and strode in, carrying a huge sword on her back and holding a chicken leg in her hand. She quickly ate the chicken leg and threw the bone out of the tent, then asked:

"My Lord, are you calling me?"

"Do you have a way to kill that wizard?" Carl asked straight to the point.

Reinette waved her hand with a hint of cynicism on her face:

"If it were me destroying their troops, that would be fine, but Mage...it's not that easy."

Carl felt lost for a moment, but then asked:

"What's the difficulty?"

"First of all, he is too small a target. He will run away and use all kinds of strange spells to escape, which is unpredictable." The female knight waved her hand and said, "You need a more professional person to deal with it."

"Vampire?" Carl asked.

"Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." Renette smiled.

Finally, Carl gave up and let out a long breath:

"Forget it, let's think about how to repel them first."

"I'm good at this~" Reinette showed a proud look, "All you need is..."

As they were talking, the curtain was suddenly opened again, and a scout suddenly barged in and interrupted their conversation. The latter looked panicked, and immediately knelt down and reported after seeing Carl:

"My lord, something terrible has happened. Lady Selena sent me an urgent report that a large-scale conflict has broken out between the White Wolf Tribe and the local residents of Rick Territory! The local garrison can no longer suppress the situation!"

At this moment, Carl felt like he was hit on the head. He should have thought of it earlier. Since the madness can affect the army, it can naturally affect other people. Now Rick County is also in chaos. Isn't this exactly what he saw in his dream, the burning Rick Castle and the soldiers fighting each other.

Reinette looked at Carl who was somewhat stunned, and then asked tentatively:

"How about... I go back? I'm fast..."

"Well... OK." Carl nodded dully, "You can go to Twilight Castle and ask Jim to bring a troop with you."

Renette nodded, and when she bowed and left, Carl sat helplessly on the chair. Then his eyes fell on a black sword deep in the tent. It was Ford's former weapon and the symbol of the vampire king. The battle in which he killed the chieftain of the orcs reappeared in his mind. That terrible power even made him yearn for it. Finally, he reached out again and grasped the hilt of the sword.