Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 124: The Decline of Wind Candle Castle

Morton was completely depressed. After returning to Candlelight Castle, he seemed to have found a spiritual haven. As long as he was here, he could forget everything that had happened before. As long as he was here, he was still the lofty Earl of Morgan. The towering walls of Candlelight Castle were like a barrier, isolating him from the disputes in the outside world.

This place has become a paradise of debauchery, day and night. In the main hall of the castle, golden candlelight illuminates the hanging curtains, and the long table is filled with countless delicacies and fine wines. Morton sits in his own seat, with his glass filled with mellow wine and his bowl filled with fish and meat.

The musicians were playing with all their might, and the melodious music was echoing throughout the hall. It was a piece specially composed for him, a march about the victory of the Morgan family, and also a description of the greatness of his life.

He closed his eyes and listened, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had defeated the enemy and won a complete victory. The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, making the whole hall look like the summer solstice. The firelight reflected on his red nose, and you could see drops of sweat on it.

"Come, have a drink!" He suddenly opened his eyes and waved to the maid beside him, his voice full of drunkenness and carnival.

At this time, the maids were no longer wearing the maid outfits they used to wear, but a translucent, light skirt with only a tube top on their upper body, revealing their white shoulders and waist, and their pretty buttocks and thighs were also faintly visible under the skirt. One of them smiled and poured wine for him. Although she had a smile on her face, her eyes flickered with anxiety. They no longer had the arrogance they had before, but were cautious in this carnival, fearing that they would accidentally anger their moody master.

"Dance! Dance!" Morton shouted drunkenly. Then all the maids came to the center of the hall and began to dance briskly.

"Hahaha, you dance really well!" Morton laughed, his eyes wantonly sweeping over the maids. Then he reached out and pulled one of the maids into his arms, kissing her roughly.

The maids showed a trace of fear on their faces, but soon they smiled again and catered to Morton's needs, even starting to act like a spoiled child. They knew their master too well, and when he was in trouble, he would be particularly moody. At such times, they could suffer a catastrophic disaster if they made the slightest mistake.

At this time, they have no other choice but to be cautious, put on a smile, and hope that such days will pass quickly.

"Humph, the walls of Fengzhu Castle are strong and the food and grass are sufficient. What can Carl do to me?" Morton raised his glass and shouted to them loudly, deliberately making his voice full of confidence and pride.

The maids nodded in agreement and began to praise the towering walls of Candlewood Keep.

"This is all thanks to you, Master. If it weren't for your management, Fengzhu Castle wouldn't have reached its current size. That guy Carl is just trying to hit a rock with an egg and overestimating his own capabilities..." One of the maids, who was always talkative, said exaggeratedly like a machine gun.

But Morton stopped drinking at this moment and stared at her fiercely, making her tremble all over.

"Are you fucking mocking me?"

Then he kicked her hard, and the girl felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and then she was kicked out. She fell to the ground, sweating profusely from the pain and retching non-stop.

Then he smashed the glass to the ground, stood up and shouted:

"Someone, someone, take this bitch away and chop her up!"

At this moment all the maids knelt down:

"Master, please forgive Sister Sophia. She didn't mean it and she already knows she was wrong!"

The maid who was kicked and retched also struggled to get up, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly while enduring the pain:

"Master, please spare me, Sophia knows she is wrong, please spare me!"

However, Morton remained unmoved at this time, and continued to shout:

"Someone come! I say someone come! Where have you all gone?"

The shout pierced through the hall and echoed in the corridor, and at this moment, the main door of the hall was pushed open, and an armored knight strode in front of him.

"Ah, you came just in time~" Morton showed a relieved smile, "Give me this bitch..."

"Sir~" But before Morton could finish, the knight interrupted him, "Some bad rumors are spreading in the city."

"what?"

"It's about you," the knight continued. "They say you can do witchcraft and are a wizard."

"Who the hell is talking nonsense? I'm going to hang their heads on the wall!!" Morton said angrily.

The knight replied calmly:

"Everyone, my lord. The whole city has heard the news. Even the Northern Court has come. Inquisitor Amira is just outside the city, demanding an investigation for witchcraft. Even the soldiers are hesitant to open the gates."

“Judge Amira!” Morton’s eyes widened. “Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? She is just Carl’s dog! She does whatever Carl says! You even believe her words!”

"The point is not whether I believe it or not. The point is that she nominally represents the Holy See. The subjects believe it, and the guards believe it too," said the knight.

"Sir," the knight continued, "you must come forward and give an explanation. If you continue like this, I'm afraid that sooner or later..."

He didn't finish his words, but Morton already understood the stakes. He was also mostly sober at this time, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided in helplessness. He had nowhere to go. If he continued to hide, he would only die. Thinking of this, he turned around and walked out of the hall.

On the top of Fengzhu Castle, Morton stood there, looking down. At this time, he had changed into a suit of armor and tried his best to appear to be in control of the situation. However, his unkempt stubble and the unique blush of a drunkard revealed his decadence.

He glanced around the city, then fixed his sight on Amira. He seemed to have seen this woman somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where. Of course, it was normal for him not to recognize her. Amira had already changed into a nun's uniform, wearing the badge of the Chief Judge, and her hair was tied up. She was completely different from her original dissolute image.

“Lord Morton, the Inquisition suspected you of witchcraft and wanted to enter the city to investigate, but you refused with violence and led your troops to resist. Why is that?” Amira suddenly asked loudly.

"Humph, the Inquisition?" Morton sneered, "Bitch! What kind of Inquisition are you? You are now Carl's dog! The two of you are in collusion just to seize my territory!"

"Lord Carl is just a faithful believer who voluntarily helps the Holy See. We have no intention of seizing your territory. If you are innocent, we will withdraw our troops and return all the occupied territories." Amira continued.

"I don't believe you!" Morton replied.

Amira chuckled, then looked around at the defenders on the city wall and continued:

"Everyone has seen what I have said, but the Earl is still unwilling to accept the investigation. Is he hiding something?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the guards looked at each other, talking in low voices, their eyes filled with suspicion and uneasiness.

"Who should we trust? Lord Moulton or the Inquisition?"

"I don't know either, but if Lord Morton really does use witchcraft, what should we do?"

"That's the Inquisition. Can the Church be wrong?"

Morton's anger had reached its peak at this time, and he roared:

"Who, who the hell is gossiping!"

For a moment, everyone kept their mouths shut, but Morton felt deeply uneasy. The crowd had begun to waver. He looked at Amira, then at Carl not far away, and his back teeth were clattering unconsciously:

"You are just trying to trick me into opening the city gate. Don't make it sound so nice."

"Morton~" At this moment, Carl spoke, "I am only responding to the call of the Chief Judge. If you are really willing to let the Chief Judge enter the city to investigate, and if you are proven innocent, I have sworn by my title that I will withdraw my troops immediately, return all the land, and compensate you in full for your losses during this period."

"Okay, okay~ That's what you said!" Morton kept nodding. At this point, he realized that he didn't have many choices. "Okay! I agree to let the people from the Inquisition enter the city, but Carl must stay outside."

"No problem," Carl replied.

"And the number of people entering the city cannot exceed 10," he added.

“Okay, we’re here to investigate, not to fight,” Amira replied.

"At the same time, the entire investigation process must be open. No matter what you do, there must be enough citizens watching the scene to let them bear witness for me!" Morton continued. He must ensure that the other party cannot play tricks. The best way is to be transparent throughout the process. No matter what they plan to do, the more eyes there are, the harder it will be to implement. He has a clear conscience and is not afraid.

Amira nodded. “That’s natural. The people have the right to know the truth.”

They all agreed. This time it was Morton's turn to feel awkward. As long as they refused one of the items, he could take the opportunity to stay in the city. But surprisingly, they all agreed to whatever he said. If he refused at this time, wouldn't it prove that he knew witchcraft? After thinking for a moment, he finally nodded and said:

"Order the guards to open the city gates and let the Judge in!"