Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 174 Ancient Sites in the Mountains

In the tower study of Reikburg, the flames of the fireplace burned quietly, reflecting on the stone wall, and the warm light dispelled the winter chill. Carl sat behind a heavy oak desk, and next to him was the population register of the White Wolf Clan, which recorded in detail the number of people in each household, as well as the names and ages of family members. So that more appropriate arrangements can be made later. Noura left after only two days. The next major problem was to accommodate the thousands of people who suddenly appeared. Reikburg needed more housing, and vacant land in various places also needed to be re-registered and reported. There was also the abandoned village of Oon. If anyone wanted, they could live there directly and get ready-made houses and land directly.

The life of a lord is not as interesting as you might imagine. When you have power, you are also responsible for the survival of more people. Fortunately, he has the help of Selena and Jim. Selena seems to have a natural talent for government affairs, and Jim has become proficient after a year of study. He is no longer the serf who knew nothing at the beginning, and gradually begins to have the temperament of a lord.

Karl was lost in thought, looking out the window at the snowy plains in the distance. Outside, the cold wind was howling, and a thick layer of snow covered the entire castle, as if the whole world had fallen into silence.

It was January now, the coldest time in the North. Everything would be temporarily stopped because of the weather, even Aaron's ambition. The cold winter prevented him from sending troops to the North. Because of this, Carl could sit in the study like this and enjoy a brief peace. But it was only for a while.

As he was thinking, the door was gently pushed open and Amira walked in. This time she did not wear a nun's robe, but changed back into a wizard's outfit, sexy and gorgeous. Dressed like this in this season, Carl couldn't help but wonder if this guy was really human? She walked to the table and said with a smile:

"I have something I want to discuss with you. I've been thinking about this for a long time..."

Karl put down the documents in his hand and looked up at her:

"No need to be so polite, just say it."

Amira pulls an ancient parchment scroll from her bosom and gently spreads it out on the table. On the scroll is a complex map with mountains, forests, and mysterious symbols.

"What is this?" Carl looked at the map and fell into thought for a moment.

“A map of ancient ruins,” Amira says, pointing to a mark on the scroll. “It says there’s a dragon’s lair hidden in this mountain. There are treasures hidden there that humans cannot even imagine. I think this is an opportunity.”

"Dragon's Nest?" Carl stared at the map and asked, "Are you talking about a real dragon that can breathe fire and has wings?"

“Yes, that’s the kind of dragon you’re talking about,” Amira nods. “But don’t worry, even if it’s a dragon’s nest, there’s no way there’s a dragon in there. Dragons have been extinct for nearly a thousand years. But if we’re lucky, we might be able to find some dragon bones.”

“Hmm~” Carl nodded, which made him feel a little relieved. Then he suddenly remembered the scene when Amira first came. The mage suddenly asked to live here and build a tower for herself. So that’s it. Now he understood the other party’s true intention. “So you came to me just for this ancient monument?”

“That was true at first,” Amira said, scratching her cheek. “But…it’s actually pretty good staying here.”

"Why wait until now?"

“Well,” Amira says, smiling again, “there may be no dragons, but there are other problems. I’m sure there will be many monsters. You don’t think a young girl like me can go in alone, do you? I’m just a scholar with no power.”

"Are you sure you are powerless?" Carl narrowed his eyes.

“At least someone should be there to protect me while I cast my spell,” Amira says, smiling. “And not just for me. There must be some magic weapons in there, and maybe even something for your little lover.”

"You mean Alia?"

“What else?” Amira replies. “She actually asked me if I had any weapons that could deal with paranormal creatures. After all…”

"what?"

"Nothing. She said she encountered a strange thing before, but it might be an illusion. She didn't say what it was specifically."

"Why are all of you Riddlers?" Carl complained.

Amira just waved her hand without replying.

"So when are you going to leave?" Carl thought for a moment and asked again.

“The sooner the better,” Amira replies, her eyes flickering with anticipation. “We can complete this expedition in winter before the enemy makes his move.”

Carl nodded in agreement, but then he added:

“But, Amira, this expedition is not without risks. Not only the monsters, but also the risk of going up the mountain in winter.”

“I know. That’s why I need the most experienced team members,” Amira says with a confident smile. “In addition to Arya and me, I hope to call on our bishop Eleanor. Her magic will surely come in handy in a critical moment.”

"Eleanor?" Carl raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously surprised by the suggestion.

“Yes,” Amira says, a little hesitantly, but finally nods. “You’ll have to go talk to her about this. I think she’ll listen to you.”

"understood."

The Church of the God of Light is located in the inner city of Rickburg, connected to the main castle by a corridor. The windows of the corridor are decorated with colored glass and printed with religious patterns. Carl walked through the corridor and entered the church. The majestic statue of the God of Light, Tarrant, came into his sight. For some reason, Carl always felt that the figure was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. But now was not the time to think about these things. Eleanor's office was on the right side of the second floor of the church.

When he pushed open the heavy wooden door, he saw Eleanor sitting behind a simple desk, looking down at a pile of documents. She was wearing a white bishop's robe, with golden hair hanging down from under her hood, setting off her fair face, which looked a little tired and extremely solemn. The candle on the table had burned halfway, and the flickering candlelight cast her shadow on the wall.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Eleanor looked up and saw that it was Karl, with a tired smile on her face. She closed the document in her hand and sighed softly.

"Sir, you've come just in time. This is the latest case file, and I need your final review."

Karl nodded and took the document she handed over.

Then he heard the girl complain again: "Recently, Rickburg has been unstable. There are more and more murders. Most of them are impulsive murders. Someone even beat his neighbor to death for a piece of bread. The key is that this family is not poor! Even he himself can't explain why he is so impulsive."

She said and rubbed her temples with her hands again.

Carl listened quietly, frowning slightly. This was not the first time the girl had complained to him about the same problem. He had previously thought that it was because of the war that caused the unrest among the people, but now that it has been quiet for more than a month, the number of violent cases has increased instead of decreased, which shows the seriousness of the problem. The population of Rickburg is increasing rapidly, but in contrast, its public security problem is rapidly deteriorating. Perhaps we should consider establishing a police department, but that is a story for another time.

"Thank you for your hard work." He said to the girl.

"This is what I should do." Eleanor bowed her head and said, "As the Lord's pastor, I have the responsibility to lead my people towards forgiveness and peace."

"Yeah." Carl nodded, and then saw Eleanor looking at him curiously.

"But, sir, you must have something else to do this time, right?"

The girl seemed very perceptive, and Carl readily explained the reason. After a while, he heard the other party shout:

"I am willing to go with you."

"would you like?"

"Yes." The bishop nodded and said, "But I have one condition."

"What conditions?"

After thinking for a while, Eleanor finally said:

"I hope you can come with me, sir."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Carl finally agreed, with a hint of determination in his tone.

"You want me to go too?" Carl asked.

"Yes." Eleanor's eyes were firm.

"That's no problem, but can I ask the reason?" Carl asked.

"This..." The girl's eyes began to wander. She looked at her palms again. She could feel the power of God. It seemed that she could release divine magic at any time... and every time she had this feeling, Karl was always by her side... Was this really just a coincidence? She couldn't be sure. She didn't dare to jump to conclusions, because any misjudgment would be a blasphemy against the Lord. In the end, she could only stammer:

"Anyway, this matter requires your leadership, and that's the Dragon's Lair. Don't you have any interest?"

To be honest, I am interested. After all, this is a fantasy world. But Carl has been here for so long, but he feels like he is living in the damn Middle Ages. He has never seen swords and magic, dragons, and dungeons. Well, I have seen magic and orcs, but I have never experienced dungeon adventures! I have to go there in person.

When he told Alia about this decision, he was strongly opposed:

"You must not go! As a lord, your duty is here, not to venture to an unknown ancient site. It's too dangerous!"

"But that's a dragon's nest!" Carl replied.

"Does it matter?" Arya asked.

"It's every man's dream to explore the Dragon's Lair!" Carl explained.

"Are you a child?" Alia scolded unceremoniously, "Besides, Aaron has already revealed his cards, you should stay here."

"Don't worry, they will never attack in winter." Carl continued to try to persuade.

"That won't work! It's too dangerous~"

"But with you here, there's nothing to worry about!" Carl replied.

"It's because I'm here that you can't go. I will never let you go!" Alia's attitude was extremely firm. The two of them stared at each other until the wind blew open the window and blew out the candle on the table...

A few days later, the expedition team was ready. Carl, Amira, Eleanor, Alia, and an elite team of more than a dozen witch hunters from the Inquisition gathered in front of the gate of Rickburg. Everyone was well-equipped and determined, ready to face the upcoming adventure.

Amira stands at the front of the group, explaining the mission and the situations they might encounter. When she’s done, she glances at Alia and Carl, then leans in and asks softly:

"So, how did you convince her to let you come?"

Carl replied:

"I kissed her in the dark."