Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 211 Aaron's Weapon

The city of White Horse was shrouded in the night, and the streets were silent with only the occasional sound of horse hooves. As the power of the Northern Lord Carl grew, the shadow of war loomed over the city, making its residents feel extremely depressed and uneasy. Every alley and every building in the city of White Horse seemed to be shrouded in a pessimistic atmosphere. The citizens no longer talked about daily trivialities, but instead worried about the upcoming war. It seemed that everyone believed in their hearts that their lord, the White Knight Sirod, would not be able to win, and that Carl's power would annex their homes.

At this moment, a group of cavalrymen were slowly entering the city. They were wearing heavy armor, riding tall war horses, and their weapons were shining with cold light. They were obviously elite soldiers. These cavalrymen were originally the knights of the kingdom of King Philip. However, today, there were no conspicuous royal emblems on their armor, and even the flags symbolizing the kingdom were not flying. At this moment, they seemed to be just nameless mercenaries, disguised as ordinary mercenary teams. If they were not insiders, the people of White Horse City would never recognize the true identity of these soldiers - the king's personal guard knights.

At the city gate, Baron Ladron, the most trusted confidant of the White Knight Sirod, had been waiting for a long time. He watched the cavalry slowly enter the city, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Although the upper echelons were very secretive about the origins of this team, Ladron still recognized their identities from their exquisite helmets. Even though many modifications were made to the armor, the helmets they wore were still the work of the King's Capital Blacksmith Guild. This craftsmanship and texture could not be imitated by any other mercenary team.

In Ladron's mind, although these knights had no titles or territories, as the king's personal guards, their status and influence far exceeded that of people like him. Therefore, when the leading cavalry rode up to them, Ladron hurriedly went to meet them with an obvious flattering look on his face.

"Thank you for coming to help us." He bowed slightly, his tone respectful and sincere, "With the assistance of the King's Army, we don't have to worry about anything anymore!"

The leader's face darkened slightly, and then he frowned and whispered: "We are not the king's army, but mercenaries hired by the prime minister. We are here just to get paid to do the job."

Radron was stunned, realizing that he had made a big mistake. He quickly patted his mouth and apologized, saying, "I made a mistake. Thank you, Prime Minister, for everything you have done for us. You are the most loyal and reliable warriors."

The leader relaxed his expression, nodded slightly, and continued to ride forward. The cavalry behind him was like a giant snake, advancing slowly towards the castle.

At the same time, on the main tower of the castle, Prime Minister Aaron quietly watched the troops enter the city. His expression was stern and his eyes were solemn, as if he was thinking about something. The situation in the North was extremely grim, so he had to come here in person.

Standing next to Aaron was the Lord of White Horse City, the White Knight, Siloed. He was dressed in white armor, handsome, and his eyes were full of determination. Aaron still remembered that he was the one who was most opposed to others interfering in the affairs of the North. As a genuine Northerner, Siloed always insisted on the principle that the affairs of the North should be solved by the Northerners themselves. However, facing the pressure from Carl, he had to compromise and honestly accept Aaron's help. However, Aaron could still see a sense of helplessness in the other's eyes.

At this moment, Xiluode was looking at the cavalry below just like him, but there was no joy in his eyes.

Then he suddenly said:

"Honestly, is it really possible for us to win with just these reinforcements?"

Aaron did not respond immediately, but continued to stare into the distance, deep in thought. After a while, he spoke:

"I heard that Carl defeated the orcs in the north. Those creatures are extremely powerful and invulnerable to swords and guns. Even the tribes were no match for them. But he defeated them."

"This... doesn't this mean there is no chance of winning?" Xiluo De's mood almost hit the bottom.

But Aaron continued:

"That's true if you use conventional means."

"Conventional means? Does the Prime Minister have other methods?" asked Xiluo De.

Aaron didn't say anything, but suddenly looked up at the sky. Then, Siloed heard the crows' cries. One by one, the crows began to land on the top of the city and gathered where they were standing.

"What is this?" Siloed took a step back uneasily, and then he saw the crows gathered together and gradually formed a human shape. Then he saw Casabelos in a black robe and hunched back appeared in front of them.

"Mage! You are so brave!" Sirod shouted and was about to draw his sword, but was stopped by Aaron.

Aaron glanced at Casabelos, then said in a calm tone:

"You are finally back. I am waiting for your news. You promised me that you would bring success."

"Of course." Casabellos replied in a hoarse voice.

The white knight Sirod standing at the side frowned, the uneasiness in his eyes became more and more obvious, and the hilt of the sword trembled slightly in his hand.

"Wait, Prime Minister," he suddenly spoke, with a hint of alertness and anger in his voice, "This is just an evil magician. Are you trying to use the magician's power to fight against Carl?"

Aaron turned around, his eyes like ice swept towards Xiluo De, his tone was calm:

"Casabelos has been my advisor for many years, and his knowledge and power are the key to our victory, far more than you can imagine."

Xiluod's face changed and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. It was obvious that he was shocked by Aaron's attitude, but before he could say anything, he saw Casabelos took out a bottle of dark red potion from his sleeve. The liquid in the bottle flashed a faint red light under the moonlight.

"The potion has been perfected, and the orcs have proven its effectiveness." The mage slowly handed the potion to Aaron, his tone full of confidence.

Aaron took the bottle of medicine and looked at the seemingly insignificant liquid with cold and careful eyes.

“But they still lost to Carl.” He said lightly, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

A hoarse laugh came from the dark hood, and the eerie voice sounded again:

"He decapitated the chieftain not by force, but by using the power of vampires."

"What?" Siloed's pupils suddenly dilated, and he could hardly believe his ears. "He is colluding with vampires?"

Aaron ignored Siloed's shock, his eyes still fixed on the bottle of potion, his expression indifferent and cold: "So, the vampire has been conquered by him? It seems that we wanted to lure him into a fight with Ford, but in the end we made wedding clothes for others."

But I heard Casabelos say again:

"No problem. Even without him, the vampires would still attack us. His battle at least weakened the power of those guys."

Xiluode's face became more gloomy, and he shook his head angrily:

"Master Prime Minister, please forgive me for being blunt, but the power of the mage is evil, and we should not use this method to fight!"

Aaron finally turned his gaze to Siloed, his eyes were cold, he stared at him for a long time, and then he said slowly:

"You can refuse," he said in a low and steady voice, revealing endless dignity and determination, "but then you only have one choice - surrender to Carl. This battle cannot be won by human strength alone. And I have no obligation to continue to get involved in a war that is doomed to fail."

Siloed was shocked by his words, and his hand holding the sword loosened a little. He realized that maybe what Aaron said was right, and finally he put down the sword and said nothing more.