Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 125 The End of the Earl

When Amira and several witch hunters entered Candlelight Keep, everything went as Carl expected. It must be said that the Inquisition card was indeed useful, and now he had to use this card to quickly capture Candlelight Keep.

Because not long after that, King Philip's letter arrived. As if he was afraid of being late, he didn't even use a messenger, but ordered someone to rush and deliver it directly to him. The man was a young royal knight, and the family emblem of the Fran family was inlaid on his gorgeous armor. The golden lion shone brightly in the sun. A member of the royal family? Carl thought to himself.

When the knight took off his helmet, he revealed a head of thick golden curly hair. He looked very young, with a handsome face, regular features, and deep blue eyes like clear lakes.

Just as Carl was about to speak, he heard Alia whisper in his ear:

"That's the Third Prince Gareth."

Good guy, in order to save that guy Morton, he actually let his son come directly. Karl didn't want to complain anymore.

After shaking the sweat off his hair, Gareth looked up at Carl, then took out a scroll from the bag around his waist. The scroll was tightly wrapped with an exquisite leather belt, and a small golden seal was hung on the belt, symbolizing a royal object.

Then he held the scroll high and said:

"This is the king's order, which I was ordered to bring personally."

His voice was loud and clear, with a sense of royal majesty. He then unfolded the scroll and continued:

"Viscount Carl Flandal, please stop attacking Candle Castle immediately. His Majesty the King orders you not to take any more military actions against Earl Morton and his territory."

In an instant, the surroundings fell into silence. Selena, Jim, and even the noisy Paan, almost everyone held their breath, waiting for Carl's reaction.

Karl stood in the middle, frowning slightly, looking directly at Gareth, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said:

"Your Majesty seems to have made a mistake."

"What?" Gareth asked curiously.

"It's not me who is besieging Candlelight Keep, but the Northern Inquisition," Carl replied.

"But these are not all your soldiers and your people," Gareth replied.

"They all came here voluntarily as believers in response to the call of the Inquisition, and I did not come here as a viscount, but simply as a servant of the Lord," said Carl.

Gareth sighed slightly, and then his expression suddenly relaxed:

"Lord Karl, let's be honest. Your word games won't work. Even if you can send me back, what will you do if my father directly asks the Pope to issue a ceasefire order?"

"What do you mean, Your Highness?"

"Let's put it this way. Unless you can quickly take down Candlewood Fort," Gareth said, and then he looked at the walls of Candlewood Fort, "and considering your current condition, it may take several months to take it down. It would be better to withdraw the troops early and do a favor for all parties."

"Well, what you said makes sense." Carl nodded, "But what if I can get it today?"

"What?" Gareth showed an incredible expression, then he shook his head and laughed, "This is impossible. Lord Carl, I know you have some tricks, but you can't ignore reality. If a castle as big as Fengzhu Fort can be easily captured, the Great Khan would not have easily retreated under your city."

However, he only saw Carl smiling without saying anything, and Gareth couldn't help but doubt in his heart, could it be that the man in front of him really came up with a solution?

"Okay~" he suddenly said, and then found a chair in the tent and sat down. "Now that you say that, I'm curious."

"Then let's wait and see."

At the same time, in the hall of the main castle of Candlewood Keep, Morton was looking at Amira arrogantly. Just as he expected, the judge did not find any physical evidence related to witchcraft in his castle.

“Did you see it? Did you see it? You actually want to frame me in this way?” He shouted, not only to Amira, but also to the guards around him and a group of citizens who came to witness it.

This group of dirty lowly people, now dressed in dirty clothes, walked around his castle unscrupulously and even entered his bedroom, all because of this woman named Amira. He had to let these people be witnesses. But he didn't expect things to go so smoothly. They didn't find any physical evidence. He thought that the other party might bring something in deliberately, but he had already prepared for it. Everyone who entered the castle was strictly interrogated and searched by the knights to prevent any possible false accusations.

However, the fact was that the other party really had no preparation, which made him feel extremely disappointed. He even thought that if he was lucky, he might find some contraband on the judge and then turn the tables. But now this result is not bad.

"Your Honor, what do you think? Now that everyone present has seen it, isn't it time for you to fulfill your promise?" Morton said bluntly.

Amira just sighed softly and said:

"Don't worry, there is one last test that has not been completed."

"Test?"

Morton looked puzzled, but saw Amira reaching her hand under her skirt and groping. Wait, what is she doing?

Then she suddenly took out a metal cross and continued:

"This is a token given to us by the Lord, and the material it is made of is called 'Magic Detective Stone'."

"What is that? Why have I never heard of it?" Morton looked puzzled.

“You’re just a small earl. You can’t possibly have heard of it. This is something only the church’s top brass possesses,” Amira says, sounding a little superior, which makes Morton uncomfortable. “It can detect magic power. Once it comes into contact with someone with magic power, his magic will immediately manifest.”

"Whatever you say is what it is. How can I be sure that this is not another trick?" Morton shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Why, Count, you don't dare to try? Are you hiding something?"

"Hmph, give it to me~" Morton stretched out his hand, "I want to see what other tricks you can come up with."

He snorted coldly and grabbed the cross. The palm of his hand felt cold. The cross lay quietly in his hand. It was obvious that nothing had happened. He laughed and was about to complain again, but suddenly felt his palm warm. A wisp of fire sprang out of his hand, spreading rapidly and burning fiercely. Morton was shocked and immediately let go of the cross in his hand, but the flame did not go out. Instead, it continued to burn in his palm. The fire was obviously very strong, but his hand was not injured at all.

Faced with such a sudden change, everyone around almost screamed. The citizens began to slowly retreat, trying to stay away from Morton, and the guards also showed vigilant looks one by one.

"What the hell is this!" Morton screamed. "What you gave me is a trick. There is something wrong with this cross!"

Amira looks at him calmly, then laughs:

"Lord Morton, this cross is an ordinary object that I borrowed from the local church after entering the castle. It is not a mysterious object. You are guilty and have revealed your true identity. Are you still unwilling to admit it?"

"You said it was from the local church? Impossible, this is impossible! You are framing me!" Morton's face turned pale. How could it be possible? There must be something wrong with the cross, otherwise how could his hand be burning? What method did they use? What the hell is this thing?

He felt his brain was about to shut down. This kind of thing was unrealistic no matter how he thought about it! He looked at Amira again. From the first sight, he felt that this woman was a little familiar. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he had seen her on the battlefield of Greyburg. She was the mage! At this moment, he finally understood what was going on. The flames on his hands were all caused by the other party!

“You, you!” He points a burning finger at Amira, his face filled with anger.

He wants to expose the woman's true identity. She is the real wizard and is using those despicable magic to frame him!

But the moment he pointed at the other party, the flame in his hand suddenly flew out and hit Amira directly.

The presiding judge uttered a scream and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the surrounding area exploded, citizens began to scream and run away, and the hall was in chaos.

“Your Excellency the Judge!” The witch hunters shouted in concern, drawing their weapons. “He is a wizard, and he attacked Your Excellency the Judge!”

“I’m not the real witch!” he shouts, pointing at Amira lying on the ground. “She’s trying to frame me! Guards, capture that woman!”

As he shouted, the guards around him also drew their swords, but they did not step forward to capture Amira. Instead, they pointed their weapons at him!

Morton was stunned, and then felt a sense of horror:

"What are you doing! I am your Count!"

He looked at the group of soldiers, and each of them looked at him with suspicion and uneasiness.

"You've all been lied to!"

He looked at the knight behind him again:

"You should know me!"

However, the knights retreated guiltily. At this moment, Morton was desperate and he wanted to argue again.

But a voice interrupts his attempt. Amira has risen from the ground and says with difficulty:

"It is clear that Earl Morton is using witchcraft. People of the Lord, for the Lord, catch this wizard!"

At this moment, the witch hunters, the guards of Candle Castle, and the knights under Morton all rushed towards the earl at the same time...