Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 213: Conferring the Duke

In the hall of Reikberg, the flags of the major families in the North were hung, solemn and majestic. The sunlight poured into the hall through the colored glass windows, adding a layer of sacred glory to today's enthronement ceremony. Several earls of the North gathered here, waiting to witness the enthronement of a new duke, Carl Flandal. This process not only symbolized the integration of the forces in the North, but also an important step for Carl to consolidate his power.

Earl Campbell stood at one side of the hall, his face expressionless as always, neither happy nor angry. Beside him was Fland.

Count Mia Doronzo stood opposite him, her long golden hair shining like gold against the backdrop of her dress, her twin ponytails swaying gently, but the girl swayed left and right impatiently until Yasha found her some drinks.

As for Tilda Morgan, she had been hiding behind a column with a complicated expression. As the only remaining bloodline of Morton, she was pushed to the stage by Carl to become the so-called earl, but she was just a puppet. For more than a year, she was worried and submissive, fearing that one day she would be replaced by Carl and end up like her two brothers. But now what she was waiting for was Carl's title of duke, and from then on she would become her own lord, which made her feel relieved, and her heart was finally at ease.

In the center of the hall, Carl, wearing a gorgeous red cape, stood majestically on the sealed steps. Beside him, Selena held the Duke's seal representing power, waiting for Carl to complete the final oath. As Carl's right-hand man and advisor, she was full of confidence and determination.

When the conferment ceremony began, Campbell stepped forward first. He drew out the ceremonial sword that symbolized his family, held it up with both hands, and solemnly handed it to Carl, symbolizing his support and loyalty to him. Campbell lowered his head, and then said word by word:

"Karl Flandal, from today on, you will be the Duke of the North and will lead all of us. The honor, power, and future of the North will all be in your hands."

Carl nodded, took the sword and looked at Campbell. It was rare for him to hear this beast-like man speak so many words at once, although they were all procedural clichés.

Then he cleared his throat and said slowly according to the lines Selena had given him earlier: "Thank you all for your support. I will be proud of the North and take the loyalty of the earls as the cornerstone to jointly defend the freedom and stability of this land."

Then, amid applause, Campbell bowed and stepped back. Then it was Mia's turn. The girl looked confused until Yasha handed her the sword and whispered a few words to her. Then she walked up as if she suddenly realized something, and even stumbled halfway.

"Well, I forgot the beginning and the middle, but from today on, you are the lord of my lady Mia!"

"Yeah, that's right." Carl nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and then saw the girl walking away carelessly with the sword in her hand. In the end, Yasha took the sword and handed it back to Carl.

Finally, it was Tilda, the girl came up trembling, then knelt down, and said the same lines as Campbell. Carl looked at him, she always seemed timid in front of him, as if this timidity had become a habit.

Then Carl responded with the same words and finally took the sword. The girl knelt there without getting up. After a while, as if she had made up her mind, she raised her head and pleaded with Carl:

"My Lord, I would like to petition you."

"Go ahead, Tilda." Carl didn't refuse.

"Can you allow me to leave Rickburg..."

Then there was silence again, and the girl shrank back a little guiltily. Carl looked at her, this girl who had been oppressed by him for more than a year, was only 10 years old now. He had killed her father and her brother, so it could be said that they had a blood feud. Should he let her go? To be honest, he owed her. Morton deserved to die, but what did this have to do with his daughter? But it was precisely because he owed her too much that he could not let her go. This was the logic of politics, cruel but realistic. But now, is she still a threat? Morgan's old party was completely cleared out in the last rebellion, and he became the legitimate ruler of the entire North. The relationship between the two had been reversed... No matter what, what else could a little girl do?

"Okay." Then Carl replied calmly.

At this moment, Tilda finally let go of her worries. She breathed a sigh of relief and almost fell to the ground because of the sudden relaxation.

Karl still looked at her, and then said:

"How about Berti Territory? There are still three castles there without an owner. You can choose one of them as your fiefdom and live there peacefully~"

Hearing Carl's words, Tilda almost burst into tears and began to thank him repeatedly, but Carl just smiled. This was his compensation to her.

After the ceremony, Carl put on the Duke's crown and stood in the center of the hall, accepting everyone's gaze. His eyes were sharp and determined, like the true ruler of this land. Then came a series of appointments and rewards. Campbell was appointed as the General Affairs Officer of the North for his loyalty and support to Carl, and joined Carl's cabinet. Mia and Yasha continued to manage Doronso. Selena was appointed as the Minister of Finance of the North, and Aisha was appointed as the spy chief. And Alia was appointed as his military chief, commanding the entire army of the North.

"Besides that." Carl glanced at Alia, and then said, "I will also transfer Alia to be the new Earl of Walter! Accept the title~"

Then he saw Alia kneeling on one knee in front of him to express her gratitude. Of course, he had already planned for this canonization. This was not only a reward for the girl's contribution, but more importantly, Walter had been ruled by vampires for too long. Even though they had killed Ford himself, there were still many local vampire remnants. Even though the vampires now nominally regarded him as the king, he still would not trust these guys. Walter now needed a strong lord, a lord who could confront the vampires head-on, and Alia was the most suitable. Her fighting ability was self-evident, and her flaming sword was a natural nemesis for these monsters.

Later, Carl also announced a plan to reorganize and expand the army, which included Campbell's previous promise that he would send some veterans to train a gunnery team for his men and provide them with weapons.

Everything should have gone smoothly. When the ceremony was about to end, a fully armed knight rushed in from outside the hall. This sudden intrusion attracted almost everyone's attention. People looked at him curiously. The latter was flustered and hurried. He trotted all the way to Carl and whispered a few words in his ear. Carl was shocked at first, then his face returned to normal, and he continued to talk about his plan. After he finished, the banquet began, and the music sounded, he took advantage of the time when everyone started dancing and hurriedly left the hall with Alia.

The fall of the North Fortress was shocking news, like a bolt from the blue, which shocked Carl. As the most important stronghold, the fall of the North Fortress meant that the entire Morgan Territory would be exposed to the threat of the army of Sirod, and the situation was extremely serious. And Rhodes, who was now the lord of the North Fortress, the military chief of the kingdom, and a genuine royal family member, must not die because of this...

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He trotted through the corridor and began to ask the knights around him:

"Where is he now?"

"In the study..." the knight replied.

Several people quickly came to the study on the second floor, then Carlton paused and opened the door:

Parn was sitting on a chair at this time. He was covered in wounds, obviously having fought his way out. After seeing Carl, he quickly stood up and saluted, his face full of guilt and unwillingness:

"My lord, I'm sorry, but the North Fortress...is not defended."

Karl did not answer, but asked directly:

"Where's Rod?"

Then a head popped out from behind a bookshelf.

"I'm here, I'm fine." Rhodes stuck his head out and said, his face was also covered in dust.

After seeing Rhodes, Karl was somewhat relieved:

"I hope you two are fine."