Wizard, I have a different world

Since the noble council was changed into a command post, it is inevitable that people come and go, and most of the people who come and go are powerful and noble.

Karl and the fat man entered the room.

Bastin saw this and pulled his daughter to the corner. They were obviously not used to the noble atmosphere here, and their rusticity did not match the temperament here.

"Another one who comes to ask for a title?"

Just as the two were waiting, a lazy voice came from the next room:

"Useless!"

"That fat man is just a greedy echidna, his desires will never be satisfied. If you want to get a title from him, it is impossible without stripping off the last layer of skin on his body."

"Ah!" Rita said subconsciously:

"Won't Grandpa Carl be disappointed?"

"Hey!" The man next door chuckled:

"You don't have to re-register as a noble only here. Maybe it won't be so troublesome to go to other places."

"Don't talk about re-registration..."

"In recent decades, I don't know how many nobles have died inexplicably, or even been impersonated by others. Even the sale of titles and territories happens from time to time. What's this?"

Rita was stunned.

In her impression, noble lords with titles are all from prominent families and have been passed down for generations. The information revealed in the words of the man next door undoubtedly broke her inherent impression.

Can titles and nobles also be bought and sold?

"Then..."

"Hush!"

Just when Rita wanted to ask again, Bastin gently pulled her sleeve and shook her head:

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you see where this is? Just wait for Baron Karl to come out."

As an adult, he has seen all kinds of dark sides, and of course he doesn't think that nobles represent noble character.

In fact, it's just the opposite.

And the person next door wouldn't remind them for no reason. It's likely that he has a grudge against the fat man.

So he wants to remind Karl through them not to waste time on the fat man, which is not worth the loss.

"Squeak..."

Just as the two were thinking, the door inside opened, and Karl, dressed elegantly, walked out slowly.

He nodded gently at the two of them, smiled faintly and said:

"Let's go!"

"Grandpa Karl." Rita hurriedly came to her side:

"Your title..."

"Rita." Bastin snorted:

"Let's talk about it after we go out."

"...Yes." Rita pouted, and only smiled again after Karl rubbed his head.

The three of them left the Noble Council and got back on the carriage.

"Baron Karl."

Bastin said at this time:

"Someone just reminded us that the fat man is a greedy echidna, and we must not believe him."

"Yeah." Karl took off his hat, put down his cane, slowly stretched his muscles, and nodded:

"That's right, the fat man is indeed very greedy."

"Ah!" Rita looked regretful:

"Then Karl's grandfather's title can't be regained?"

"That's not the case." Karl smiled and shook his head, and at the same time reached out to take out a thin booklet from his arms:

"I have taken back our family's things, and upgraded my title. Now I am the Earl."

"Ah!"

"What?"

The two were stunned at the same time.

"Heh..." Karl chuckled:

"At my age, I can't help but know some people in the Noble Council, but I won't be blocked by a junior."

"Yes." After being surprised, Bastin became more restrained:

"Karl... The Earl is not an ordinary person at first glance."

These words came from his heart.

Since meeting Carl, Bastin was sure that he was not an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person be calm and even keep his clothes clean so close to the battlefield?

Think about it carefully.

Although they had not been on this journey for a long time and had not encountered many things, Carl's demeanor had never changed. It seemed that no matter what happened, he had enough confidence to solve it.

"Wow!"

Rita did not think as much as he thought, and said in surprise:

"So... Grandpa Carl is now a count?"

"Yes."

Carl nodded:

"Some military merits on the battlefield are not claimed by anyone, and some military merits are even bought and sold. You can get a title by spending some money."

"But it can only be promoted to count. It is too troublesome to go up, and the church cannot go through it."

This is of course the method of the wizard.

A little witchcraft can make the fat man do things obediently and take the initiative to give up his military merits.

Even after the event, he would not notice the abnormality and take the initiative to find a reason for what he did today.

It was late.

The two sent Carl to the best hotel nearby and agreed to meet there the next morning.

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"Sure enough, you can't cast spells casually. Even if it's a simple witchcraft, that thing will react."

Carl's body sank into the soft bedding, and he reached out to touch his chest:

"As long as it gets a chance, it will take action. It seems that taking my life is already tied to it."

"But..."

"There are benefits!"

Thinking of something, Carl smiled.

"The owner of this thing is not here. As long as I can suppress it, I can refine it into my own means."

"Soul Centipede!"

"A peak third-level structure. Once it pierces the body, even a demigod will feel pain for half a day. It can definitely be used as a killer in another world."

"Go to sleep!"

The fragments of the divine domain cannot be stayed for a long time, otherwise people's feelings will be gradually wiped out, so Carl will not stay there except for cultivation.

What's more.

He has forgotten the feeling of staying in a hotel last time.

Early in the morning, the service staff brought soft bread, sweet jam and various foods.

And accompanied by three latest newspapers.

"Hua La La..."

Carl held a cup full of milk in one hand and unfolded the newspaper with the other hand, reading the news on it.

The Clone Empire held the latest seminar competition, in which various latest research insights appeared.

Is there a primitive computer already?

Gondor also has its own artillery, and even tanks, and there are rumors that angels appeared on the battlefield.

...

"Interesting."

Carl smiled:

"These three newspapers have different comments on the same thing, it seems that the supporters behind them are also different."

"But for technological creations, they all support it equally, but as long as the gods are there, technology will definitely be suppressed."

For the gods, the people are their tools to harvest faith, and technology will resist faith.

Now is a wartime. In order to win, we can develop technology appropriately, but we cannot hinder the gods from harvesting.

"Newspapers, factories, pollution..."

"The most important thing is still war!"

Putting down the newspaper, Carl packed up his things and walked downstairs slowly. At this time, Bastin and his daughter were already waiting at the door of the hotel.

"What's wrong?"

Glancing at the two of them, Carl asked:

"What happened?"

"Grandpa Carl." Rita pouted and burst into tears:

"Our things were taken away by our aunt. They broke their promises and stole our money."

Bastin didn't say anything, but his body trembled continuously, his eyes full of anger and fear.

Most of his life's property was taken away by others, how could he not be angry?

But thinking of the future...

Endless fear came.

His health is not very good, and he often needs to take medicine. He can't do many things without money and medicine, and Rita is still too young to take care of herself alone.

"So..."

Karl looked thoughtful and said:

"I plan to buy a manor in the capital to retire. If you don't have anywhere else to go, why don't you work for me first?"