Wizard, I have a different world

The carriage is on the road.

Bastin quickly adjusted his identity from a fellow traveler to an employee of the Marquis.

There's no shame in that.

To be able to serve a marquis is something that many people cannot ask for.

On the way to the royal city, there were many fleeing people, and troops could be seen galloping from time to time.

"count."

Bastin spoke:

"The Cologne people have already reached the vicinity of the royal city. I heard that many nobles in Gondor have fled to other countries."

“It should be very cheap to buy property at this time.”

He is a coachman and often goes to the royal city. Although his status is low, he can know a lot of gossip.

"Yeah." Karl nodded:

"How are housing prices in the suburbs of Beicheng?"

"Northern suburbs?" Bastin thought for a moment and said:

"I rarely go there. I heard that they are all estates owned by big shots. The prices... must have dropped as well."

"But even if it's a reduction, it won't be cheap."

Karl used to live in Signo City, where the price of a suburban estate ranged from one thousand to three thousand gold coins, including decoration and most of the furnishings inside.

Housing prices in the Royal Capital are several times that of Signor City.

Even if the price is reduced, it should not be less than five thousand gold coins. This is a number that many wealthy businessmen cannot accumulate in a lifetime.

As for ordinary people...

Can't even think about it.

"Bastin!"

"exist."

"Pull the carriage over."

"……yes."

Bastin was a little surprised, but he still stopped the carriage and pulled it to the edge of the road.

When he finished his work, a burst of noise came from the front, followed by hundreds of soldiers rushing toward the people on the road.

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"..."

There was chaos on the road.

"Recruitment!" A man dressed as a sergeant, riding on a tall horse, held up a notice and shouted loudly:

"The king has issued an order that all men aged thirteen to fifty-five must go to the battlefield."

"Catch me!"

The wolf-like soldiers rushed into the crowd, ignoring the cries of women and children, and captured all the men who met the requirements.

"you!"

Two of them came to the carriage and shouted at Bastin and Karl:

"Come down quickly."

Bastin's face turned pale and his body was trembling. If he went to the front line, Rita would have no one to take care of him.

And given his physical condition, serving as a soldier would be tantamount to death.

"how?"

Karl sat on the carriage, pointed to the noble badge specially hung on the carriage, frowned and asked:

"Can the army forcibly recruit nobles?"

"Noble?" the soldier sneered:

"You said yes?"

"..." Karl was speechless, then shook his head slightly:

"Understood."

"Get your person in charge to come over."

His voice was not loud, but the expressions of the two of them changed, and their eyes looked like they were looking at a terrifying giant beast.

Fighting spirit!

And he still has the fighting spirit of a great knight!

They were all soldiers who had come off the battlefield, so they naturally knew what a great knight represented.

Not long after.

An officer hurried over, his eyes narrowed after seeing the noble badge, and he lowered his head and saluted respectfully:

"Dear Earl, please forgive the soldiers for their ignorance. They...are also following orders."

"Well..." Karl said expressionlessly:

"You are very tolerant to your men, but if I am really forcibly taken to the battlefield, who can I talk to for explanation?"

"If you unfortunately die on the battlefield, will you be responsible for the consequences?"

"This..." The officer's expression changed and he said anxiously:

"Earl, there are commanding officers on the battlefield to verify their identities, as well as people from the noble council. We are willing to make compensation."

As he spoke, he untied the money bag from his waist and handed it over respectfully.

"Unexpectedly, even the army of Gondor has been corrupted to this extent." Karl did not take the money bag, sighed and shook his head:

"No wonder the battle is not going well."

From church priests to noble councils and even military generals, everyone seems to have become accustomed to bribery.

Gondola...

It's rotten from top to bottom!

"My Lord Earl."

The officer's face turned red, and he thought for a moment and took out an invitation from his body:

"There is a party on the outskirts of the city tonight. The attendees include the Grand Duke and the Marquis, as well as several important figures in the military. There will be a lot of good things being traded at the party, which you may be interested in."

Karl glanced at the invitation:

"Bastin, take it."

"yes."

Bastin responded and hurriedly stepped forward to take it.

"Let's go!"

"yes."

The carriage was on the road again, and the soldiers on the road hurriedly moved to both sides, watching several people move away.

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Yunlai Manor.

This completely different and 'Gondor-style' name made Carl feel dazed for a moment.

It was already evening.

It's too late to rush to the royal city, so we simply stay here, rest for the night and continue our journey tomorrow.

"Count Carl."

The manor housekeeper checked the invitation and said:

"Your servant can stay in the room over there. Do you need a female companion to stay with you?"

If necessary, he would arrange for Rita to wait in the guest room upstairs.

"Need not."

Karl shook his head:

"Prepare some food with them."

"Of course." The butler nodded:

"Supper will begin soon, and we have prepared fine food for the entourage of guests who have arrived."

"Please!"

At this time, the sky has begun to darken, and the lights in the manor have been turned on early. The unique crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome are dazzling.

"Electric light!"

A plump and beautiful woman came up and said:

"The people of Cologne have brought a lot of difficulties to this country, but they have also brought a lot of good things to the world."

"Like electricity..."

"Things that were once only controlled by gods have now entered thousands of households, allowing people to enjoy the light that only exists during the day at night."

"Yes." Carl nodded:

"Technology changes life."

"That's a good thing to say!" The woman's eyes lit up:

"Dear Earl, do you mind if I use this sentence as the title of tomorrow's News Daily?"

"News Daily?" Carl tilted his head.

"Yes." The woman bowed her head:

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Charlene from the Churchill family, the wife of Viscount Murray, and the current editor-in-chief of News Daily."

Charlene.

An independent woman in the new era.

One of the first graduates of the Kingdom University and an independent writer.

"Okay."

Karl nodded:

"It's just a casual remark."

"Maybe this sentence will spread widely." Sharin shrugged:

"I don't know how to address you?"

"Karl."Karl said:

"Karl of the Bergman family."

Seeing the other party frowning and thinking about the origin of 'Bergman', he couldn't help but chuckle:

"Don't worry too much, my family is not conspicuous, and the title was recently upgraded with money."

"Count Karl is really...sincere." Sharin paused:

"Now is indeed a good opportunity to be promoted."

In the past, if you wanted to be promoted to a noble title, you had to make great contributions to the kingdom. Now you have the opportunity as long as you spend money.

Of course,

You can only be promoted to earl.

It was beyond Sharin's expectation that the other party was so frank about his earl origin. There are only two reasons for this situation.

The first is that the other party is not smart enough.

The second is that the other party doesn't care much about how the title came, and may not even care about the title.

"Shalin."

"Yes."

"You are the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, so you should be well-informed, right?" Carl said slowly:

"I want to buy a manor in the northern suburbs of the royal city for retirement. I wonder if you can introduce the channel."

"If the deal is done, part of the price will be your reward."

"Northern suburbs manor?" Sharin thought for a while:

"Manors have gone to other kingdoms in recent years. There are indeed people selling manors, but I need some time to confirm."

"No problem." Carl paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly looked at a figure in the field:

"Remiler, is she coming down too?"

"The count must have recognized the wrong person." Sharin shook his head:

"That is Bishop Louis of the Holy See, but this female bishop has been staying in the Holy See and rarely comes down. This time is really rare. It's a pity that she didn't accept the interview, otherwise I would like to ask her how she became a bishop at such a young age."

Carl smiled and didn't say anything.

Of course he didn't recognize the wrong person, because Remiler also looked at his position just now.

Bishop?

Isn't it normal for an angel who came down to earth to serve as a bishop in the Holy See?

That's right.

Remiele is an angel. Carl had met her twice before, and she had just become an angel.