Wizard, I have a different world

On the bumpy road, a carriage drove slowly.

Bastin pulled the reins and controlled the direction of progress, while always paying attention to the movements around him.

This place is too close to the frontline battlefield, and you may encounter soldiers from Cologne or Gondor at any time.

Although he is also a citizen of the Kingdom of Gondor, these red-eyed soldiers may not care.

No!

Compared with the strict military discipline of the Cologne people, Gondor's soldiers are more like bandits and greedy bandits.

"Father."

The girl in the carriage rubbed her eyes, stuck her head out from behind, and asked:

"How much longer?"

"Soon."

Bastin looked at his daughter fondly and replied:

"When we arrive in the city, we will take a short rest after meeting your aunt, and then continue to the royal capital."

"This place is too close to the front line and may be attacked by the Cologne people at any time."

"Yeah." The girl nodded:

"Auntie is leaving too?"

"Of course." Bastin rubbed the hair on the girl's head and said with a smile:

"It will be safer if we go on the road together. There is a nobleman in your uncle's family."

"Remember Dick you played with when you were little?"

"He has also grown up. I heard that he followed his father in the timber transportation business. He is a very talented young man. Maybe you should try to get in touch with him."

"Father!" The girl's face turned red:

"What are you talking about? Besides, we haven't seen him for so many years. I can't even remember Dick's appearance."

Of course she knew what her father meant. Finding a suitable husband for herself would inevitably make a girl shy.

"You liked playing with him most when you were a child. When we moved, you two cried and made trouble and couldn't separate." Bastin said with a smile on his face:

"It's time to think about it."

"Huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand had already grasped the long sword he carried with him, and his eyes were fixed on the roadside.

"who?"

The leaves swayed.

A middle-aged man with white temples and a very haggard look walked out of the forest slowly.

The man was dressed in a relatively retro gentleman's outfit, wearing a top hat and holding a cane. He exuded an invisible sense of nobility.

Even though he was walking out of the forest, his body was inevitably stained with broken leaves and dust, but his spirit did not diminish at all.

Karl patted the dirt on his body and nodded to the driver:

"My dear Lord of the Dawn, I finally met a living person. Are you two going to the city?"

"yes."

The other party was obviously not a robber blocking the way. Bastin looked slightly relaxed and nodded in response:

"Who are you?"

"Karl." Karl put one hand on his chest and saluted, saying:

"A traveler from the Swick area, the Bergmann family, a baron who lost his territory."

"Baron?" Bastin's expression changed slightly:

"Are you a noble?"

"Yes." Karl nodded, pointed to the clover family emblem on his body, and shook his head:

"It's been too long since I've registered with the Noble Council. I don't know if I still retain my title."

"There is a noble council in Mino City." Bastin pointed forward:

"You can ask. There have been frequent wars in recent years, and many nobles have failed to register on time. But it doesn't matter. I heard that as long as you pay the tithe you owe, you can regain your title."

"This is really good news." Karl asked with a smile on his face:

"I wonder if I can take a ride in your carriage. Unfortunately, my original carriage fell into the valley."

"This..." Bastin hesitated.

Although he was not far from the city, he did not intend to contact strangers just in case.

"I am willing to pay and pay in advance." Karl lowered his head and untied a money bag from his waist:

"How about two gold coins?"

Bastin couldn't help but swallow the two golden coins, and then got off his horse and opened the door.

"Dear Baron Karl, please."

"I'll take the liberty of asking."

After taking a closer look at Karl, Bastin's eyes showed confusion:

"How old are you?"

The other person looks young, but if you look closely, he is no longer young and is very blurry.

"Me? More than sixty." Karl smiled:

"It's already sixty-five."

"ah!"

"What?"

Bastin looked surprised, and even the girl who was hiding in the corner of the carriage and peeking couldn't help but scream.

Nearly seventy years old?

If you look closely, you can see that Karl's hair has turned white and his facial skin has wrinkles.

But he has no age spots and is in good spirits. He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.

More than sixty?

Far beyond their imagination.

"How do you take care of yourself?" The girl couldn't help but ask:

"I've never seen such a young... old man."

"Mood is very important." Karl touched his cheek and said with a smile:

"Of course, you have to eat well, drink well, and take good care of yourself, so that it won't be too obvious when you get older."

"Rita, don't think about it." Bastin shook his head:

"Only noble gentlemen can enjoy this kind of carefree life, and we certainly can't."

The girl Rita looked regretful.

…………

When the carriage arrived at the city gate, it was already heavily guarded, and strict inspections were required when entering and exiting the city.

"Who would have thought?"

After pulling the carriage into the city, Bastin looked back and sighed:

"The city near the capital will become the front line of the battlefield one day and may be breached at any time."

"Baron Carl, I will take you to the Noble Council first. Do you want to go to the capital too?"

"Yes."

Carl nodded:

"I am old and need to find a place to retire. At present, the capital is more suitable."

"Yes." Bastin nodded:

"We also plan to go to the capital. If the baron has no companions, why not go with us."

"There will be someone to take care of you on the road."

"This..." Carl thought about it and smiled:

"Okay."

As he spoke, the carriage had arrived at the Noble Council. There were more soldiers here, and it seemed to have become a temporary battlefield command post.

The gatekeeper leaned on his spear, with his helmet hanging on his waist, and he looked casual.

"Re-register as a noble?"

The soldier looked disdainful, as if he didn't see Carl as a 'noble' at all, and waved his hand and said:

"I didn't see that we were fighting, and I don't have time to care about such trivial matters recently."

"Please notify me." Carl was helpless, and his fingers flicked lightly, and two gold coins appeared at his fingertips:

"Thank you."

"Hmm?"

The soldier raised his eyebrows and skillfully put away the gold coins:

"Wait."

Not long after.

The three were allowed to enter, and a fat man with a big belly and gorgeous clothes sat down to meet them.

"Baron Carl of the Bergman family is such a person, but he hasn't registered for decades."

The fat man spoke slowly:

"How do I know if you are a fake?"

"The Lord of Dawn can testify." Carl saluted and handed over two gold coins again:

"Can we find a quiet place to talk in detail?"

"Um..." The fat man put away the gold coins openly and stood up lazily:

"Okay."