Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 132 Arrest and Disguise

Carl was lying in the Lord's bedroom of Candle Castle, with his spy chief Aisha standing beside him, reporting the situation to him:

"The eldest son, Derek, died on the way back to his room. The second son, Lance, was poisoned by me personally. He probably won't know until he dies that the poisoning was just an illusion, and the medicine I fed him later was the real thing."

After confirming with the other party that both of Morton's sons were dead, Carl nodded with satisfaction.

At this time he still showed symptoms of poisoning, and the moonlight outside the window shone on his pale face, reflecting a sense of weakness.

There was a hint of anxiety in the air in the room, and the candles around were swaying gently in the breeze. However, his mind was calm and his thoughts were clear. He knew that everything that followed had to go according to plan.

"Aisha, go call Alya over." He called in a low voice, with obvious fatigue in his voice, as if he was seriously ill.

After a while, Alia pushed the door open and walked quickly to the bedside. Seeing Karl's condition, the girl looked slightly anxious:

“Is it all worth it?”

"I don't have a choice," Carl replied.

"I'm sorry, I'm not blaming you... I just..." The girl lowered her head.

"I understand~" Carl stretched out a hand and slowly brushed the other's cheek, "But now, we must take action." He said, moving his body slightly, "The two heirs of Morton are dead, and the assassin who poisoned them has been caught. It's time to arrest the Knights Protector."

"Don't worry, I'll go there myself!" Alia clenched her fists, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

"Alive." Carl said again, "I want the man named Broad to be alive."

"Don't worry." Ailia said, turned around and left the dormitory.

At the same time, in the secret base of the Knights of the Lord, Broad was pacing anxiously. He had just received news that the originally planned poisoning operation had killed Morton's two sons!

When he first received the news, he couldn't believe it. He grabbed the person who reported it and asked anxiously:

"Are you sure? Is this true?"

"Yes... yes... and it has been confirmed that both young masters are dead." The man replied in panic.

"How is this possible? What about Carl? How is he?" he asked again.

"It is said that he was poisoned and is now in bed recuperating. I don't know the details of his condition."

"This is impossible!" Broad shouted, "We only wanted to kill him, how could those two children be implicated?"

Yes, he was originally loyal to the Morgan family, but now he has become the culprit who poisoned the two young masters. How can he continue to survive?

Why wasn't this a celebration party? Why was it a private dinner for Carl and the three Morton children? The intelligence was wrong from the beginning.

"Boss, I think we fell into Karl's trap..." one of his men suddenly said, "He used us to get rid of the lord's orphan!"

After hearing his men's words, Broad not only took a breath of cold air, he felt the world spinning and his body uncontrollably took two steps back.

"The question is, what should we do now?" someone said.

Someone else replied:

"Why don't we leave the city immediately and seek refuge with Baron Lawrence? After all, the Baron has been helping us all the time, and he will definitely..."

"That's impossible~" Before the man could finish, Broad interrupted him, "We are the culprits who poisoned Morton's son. Lawrence will only be eager to cut off ties with us now!"

"But that was Karl's trap!"

"So what? We made the plan and we were the ones who poisoned. The other party already had a plan and now there must be irrefutable evidence. There's no way to escape. Everything is over..." When Broad said this, he actually sat down on the ground, his face full of confusion and despair.

"Boss, you can't give up!"

"If you give up, what shall we do?"

"Anyway, let's get out of the city first and think about what happens next later!" someone suggested, and then everyone nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the door of the warehouse was suddenly kicked open, and to everyone's astonishment, Alia rushed in with a team of guards.

Her eyes were cold and ruthless, and she shouted loudly with a sharp sword in her hand:

"Knights of the Lord's Defenders, you are surrounded. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

Brod was stunned, and then he quickly realized that he had been exposed long ago. The other party had not taken action because they were waiting for this opportunity, waiting for the death of the two earl's sons, and then they would come to arrest him. As long as they caught him, they would be caught red-handed. They could even frame Baron Lawrence who was far away in the northern fortress! What a cruel move, what a sinister person! He was being played like a monkey by the other party from beginning to end!

A nameless anger surged from his heart. He suddenly jumped up from the ground and drew his weapon: "Brothers, fight them. We would rather die than surrender!"

The battle broke out in the warehouse, and the sound of swords clashing echoed in the air. Arya led the charge and rushed directly towards Brod. The latter was not to be outdone and rushed forward. The two of them fought fiercely. He almost fought with the other party with the mood of death, but he tried his best. After all, his opponent was the Fiery Arya, and she knocked him to the ground with just one move.

When he tried to stand up, a sword was already at his throat.

"You lose," Arya said coldly, kicking his sword away.

Brod fell to the ground, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, he knew it was over. The best way now was to commit suicide, so as not to implicate anyone, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to do so.

Finally, he and all his men were tied up one by one and taken back to Candlelight Keep.

In the bedroom of Candlelight Castle, Jim finally breathed a sigh of relief, watching Carl slowly recover. He walked to the bedside, his eyes full of guilt:

"Karl, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you."

Carl lay on the bed, looking at his silly brother, smiling slightly, and reaching out to pat him:

"It's okay, Jim. I understand your concern. You just don't want me to do anything wrong."

Jim lowered his head, his voice choked:

"I really thought you...thought you would do something like that."

"Don't worry, Jim, I know what to do and what not to do." Carl said with a smile, "Our enemies are those who try to subvert us, not innocent children."

Jim nodded and squeezed Carl's hand:

"I believe you, brother."

Carl laughed again, happily.

Aisha watched the two of them silently from the side until Jim said goodbye and left. Then the woman spoke:

"What do you plan to do with him next, sir?"

"What should we do?" Carl replied puzzledly.

"Oh, sorry~" After hearing Carl's answer, Aisha quickly lowered her head and admitted her mistake.

"Wait, you don't think I want to..."

"I was too talkative." Aisha continued with her head down, "After all, he ruined the adults' business..."

“He and I have come this far, through life and death together. I can’t even reward him, so why would I punish him?” Carl says. He is actually a little annoyed by what Elsa has said, but because Amira’s medicine is so strong, he doesn’t even feel angry at the moment. “Besides, what has he done wrong? He is just following his conscience.”

He insisted that he was actually wrong, because he started to do whatever it took to achieve his goal, but that was the way the world was, and he had no choice. If it weren't for his protection, a good man like Jim would have been left dead in the wilderness.

Of course, because of Jim's conscience, Morton's illegitimate daughter escaped. In fact, he couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. As for his plan, it couldn't be said to be a failure. In any case, the two legal heirs were gone. As for the illegitimate daughter, she was an illegitimate child after all, and she was a girl.

As for what to do next? Let's wait and see, see the king, see the other earls, how they will react, and then deal with them. Thinking of this, he felt a little sleepy and closed his eyes.