Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 140 Return to Rickburg

In the meeting hall of Candlelight Keep, Carl spread the letter from Bishop Eleanor on the table. Beside him stood Alia, Selena, Jim and Elsa.

Carl looked around at everyone and then said:

"What do you think?"

"Undead creatures? It's a bit ridiculous, but not impossible." Alia said on the side.

"The problem is that the person who wrote the letter is Eleanor. I wonder if anyone has forgotten what she did!" Selena shouted, even with a hint of indignation in her tone.

"Things like this...should be handled by witch hunters..." Jim said uncertainly.

"So why don't we just let Amira take people back?" said Alia.

"But she wants me to go back in person," Carl added.

"So what does she want?" Arya yelled.

"The people in Rick Castle are all ours, and I have also arranged people to keep an eye on the church. What else can she do?" Aisha was puzzled.

Looking at everyone talking at the same time, Carl let out a breath and then said leisurely:

"Let's go back and see what our bishop is up to."

"I'll go with you," Alia said immediately.

"No, you and Selena must stay here." However, Carl refused outright. The situation is still unstable, and they must have their own people in charge of Fengzhu Castle.

"But what if she has some conspiracy..." A trace of worry flashed across Alia's face.

"Rickburg is our base, there's nothing to worry about, especially since Amira will be with us," Carl consoled her, then patted the girl on the shoulder, "Wind Candle Castle will be handed over to you two for the time being."

"I understand."

Although she was a little reluctant, Alia still agreed. She also understood the priorities of the matter. But when Karl was about to leave, she said:

"Carl. Be careful."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll just be gone for a few days and will be back soon."

In the church of Rickburg, Eleanor was kneeling in front of the altar, praying devoutly to the Lord of Light. Her brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that she had been in this posture for a long time. Even she couldn't count how many days it had been. Since the last time, the Lord had not given her any response.

Now, no matter how she begged, she could not get any enlightenment, just like the days and nights she had spent in the Episcopal Church. Everything seemed to have returned to the starting point. She could not understand why. Was the lightning she saw that day just an illusion?

"Lord, please give me guidance and tell me that you exist." She prayed in a low voice.

However, no matter how devoutly she prayed, the stone statue still stood there coldly without any change. This made the girl feel a little desperate, perhaps everything before was just her imagination.

Just as she was about to give up, a flash of light appeared on her hand, exploding like lightning.

"It's the Lord! He finally responded to me!" The girl's eyes widened, and joy appeared on her face, but the light was fleeting. Eleanor opened her eyes and saw that when she looked again, there was no trace of him. Why? Why did he suddenly respond today after so many days? She was still confused.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

A nun ran into the church in a panic, shouting:

"He's back, he's back!"

"What do you mean you're back? Calm down and speak slowly." Eleanor's prayer was interrupted by the other party's shouting, and she replied with a little dissatisfaction.

"Yes... I'm sorry." The nun wiped her sweat, calmed down, and continued to shout, "It's Master Karl, Master Bishop, Master Karl is back!"

"What?" Eleanor was a little surprised. She looked at her palm, then looked at the little nun. Then she quickly stood up, tidied her appearance, and walked out of the church.

Carl dismounted in front of the main gate of Rickburg, followed by Amira and the witch hunters from the Inquisition, who quickly entered the city. As soon as he arrived at the church door, he saw Eleanor walking towards him.

"Thank you for coming, sir." Eleanor said respectfully.

"To make a long story short, what's the matter?" Carl asked directly without even being polite.

Eleanor was stunned for a moment at Karl's intuition, then nodded and said:

"It's the undead. Some villagers have witnessed dead people crawling out of the graves and trying to attack them."

"Undead creatures?" Carl frowned. Does this really exist in this world? But why hasn't he heard of it? Although he knows that there are monsters like slimes, the so-called monsters are still biological in nature. Resurrected dead people... Of course, this is a magical world after all, so it's not impossible. But the problem is, this is from Eleanor's mouth, can he really trust her words?

"Yes, if this is true, all villages must be notified!" The girl's face showed some urgency.

"Yeah." Carl nodded, "So you're not completely sure yet, but you wrote to ask me to come back?"

This was the crux of the matter. He did not doubt that there were undead creatures in this world, but the problem was that in the letter, Eleanor repeatedly emphasized that he had to come back in person to deal with it. Why was that? What was her intention?

"Eh?" Eleanor was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "But you are the lord, shouldn't you..."

It was indeed what she should do, but she felt different doing so.

“Shouldn’t you normally tell the witch hunters about this?” He glances at Amira. “Why don’t you just go and ask her?”

Indeed, according to Jim, incidents like this are usually resolved by asking the Inquisition to send out witch hunters.

Eleanor took two steps back and pursed her lips. She first looked at her palms, then straightened her chest as if she had made up her mind and said:

"You are kidding me, sir. To be honest, if I don't inform you first, can you be assured? What's more, will you make a judgment based on just a letter from me instead of confirming it yourself? So don't beat around the bush. Even if I don't tell you, you will come back."

"Uh..." Facing the girl's rapid-fire words, Carl opened his mouth and didn't know how to respond for a moment. This was a very awkward question: if she didn't say it, he would take the initiative to come back; but she said it and made him suspicious. The key question was whether he could trust Eleanor now? After thinking for a while, he finally nodded:

"Indeed, this answer is qualified."

"So can we go?" Eleanor replied.

"Departure?" Carl looked confused.

"I've already said that we need to go to the scene to confirm."

"Wait, you want me to go too?" Carl asked.

Eleanor nodded and said:

"Of course, there's me, and the witch hunter team you brought back. Let's get ready, the sooner the better."

"Uh...I mean, do I really need to go to the scene?" Carl's suspicion seemed to rise again.

And Eleanor said again as if she hadn't noticed:

"Shouldn't the lord lead by example?"

Then she looked at her palms again and said:

"Don't worry, God will bless you!"

"Uh..." Carl was stunned again, but before he could reply, Eleanor had already taken the lead and walked towards the outer city.

Karl looked at Eleanor, who was wearing a loose bishop's robe and had nothing in her hands, and then suddenly said:

"You're not planning on leaving just like that, are you?"

"Hey? Any problem?"

Hearing the girl's slightly naive tone, Karl sighed helplessly. She was really used to a life of luxury. Then he said:

"Why don't you prepare your belongings? And change into some convenient clothes, because we are going to ride horses next!"