Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 262 Titles

A horse-drawn carriage slowly approached on the bumpy road.

Bastian held the reins, controlling the direction of travel, while keeping a close eye on the surroundings.

This place is too close to the front lines; you could run into soldiers from Cologne or Gondor at any time.

Although he was also a citizen of the Kingdom of Gondor, these bloodthirsty soldiers might not care.

Do not!

Compared to the strict military discipline of the Cologne people, the soldiers of Gangdo were more like bandits and greedy outlaws.

"Father."

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

"How much longer?"

"Soon."

Bastian looked at his daughter with a hint of indulgence and replied:

"Once we reach the city, we'll meet your aunt and rest for a bit before continuing our journey to the capital."

"This place is too close to the front line; it could be breached by the Cologne people at any time."

"Mm." The girl nodded.

"Is Auntie leaving too?"

"Of course." Bastian ruffled the girl's hair and smiled.

"Let's travel together; it'll be safer that way. Your uncle's family has a nobleman among them."

Do you remember Dick, the kid you used to play with?

"He's grown up now. I heard he's in the timber transport business with his father. He's a very talented young man. Maybe you should try to get to know him."

"Father!" The girl's face flushed.

"Why bring this up? Besides, it's been so many years since we last met, I can't even remember what Dick looks like."

She certainly understood her father's meaning: to find her a suitable husband. The young girl was inevitably shy.

"You loved playing with him the most when you were little. When we moved, you two cried and fought, refusing to be separated." Bastin smiled.

"It's time to start thinking about it."

"what?"

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

"Who?"

The leaves swayed.

A middle-aged man with graying temples and a haggard appearance slowly walked out of the woods.

The man was dressed in a retro gentleman's outfit, wearing a top hat and holding a cane, exuding an intangible air of nobility.

Although they had come out of the forest and were inevitably covered in fallen leaves and dust, their composure remained undiminished.

Karl lightly patted the dirt off his clothes and nodded to the driver:

"By the merciful Lord of Dawn, I've finally encountered a living person. Are you two heading into the city?"

"Yes."

Judging from their attire, they were clearly not highway robbers. Bastian's expression relaxed slightly, and he nodded in response.

"Who are you?"

"Karl." Karl bowed with one hand placed on his chest and said:

"A traveler from the Swick region, the Bergman family, a baron who has lost his lands."

"Baron?" Bastian's expression changed slightly.

"Are you a nobleman?"

"Yes." Karl nodded, pointed to the Clover family crest on his body, then shook his head:

"It has been too long since I registered with the Council of Nobles. I don't know if I have retained my title."

"The city of Mino has a council of nobles," Bastian said, pointing ahead.

"You can ask around. With so many wars in recent years, many nobles have not been able to register on time. But it doesn't matter. I heard that as long as they pay the arrears of tithes, they can regain their titles."

"That's really good news," Carl said with a smile.

"I wonder if I could ride in your carriage? My original carriage unfortunately fell into a valley."

"This..." Bastian hesitated.

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

"I'm willing to pay, and I'll pay you in advance." Karl bowed his head and untied a money pouch at his waist:

"How about two gold coins?"

The sight of the two gleaming gold coins made Bastian swallow hard, and he immediately got out of the car and opened the door.

"Your Excellency Baron Karl, please."

"Excuse me for asking."

After taking a closer look at Carl, Bastian's eyes showed doubt:

How old are you this year?

The person looked young, but upon closer inspection, they were not young at all, and their features were quite blurry.

"Me? Over sixty." Karl smiled.

"I'm already over sixty-five."

"what!"

"What?"

Bastian looked surprised, and even the girl who was peeking from the corner of the carriage couldn't help but gasp.

Nearly seventy years old?

Upon closer inspection, one can see that Karl's hair has turned white and his facial skin has become wrinkled.

However, he had no age spots and seemed to be in good spirits, giving the impression of a middle-aged man in his forties.

Over sixty?

It far exceeded their expectations.

"How do you take care of yourself?" the young woman couldn't help but ask.

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

"Mood is very important," Karl said, touching his cheek with a smile.

"Of course, you need to eat well, drink well, and take good care of yourself so that the signs of aging won't be too obvious."

"Rita, don't even think about it." Bastian shook his head.

"Only noble gentlemen can enjoy such carefree days; we certainly can't."

The young girl, Rita, looked disappointed.

…………

When the carriage arrived at the city gate, it was already heavily guarded, and strict checks were required to enter and leave the city.

"Who would have thought?"

As the carriage entered the city, Bastian glanced back, his voice tinged with emotion:

"Cities near the capital will one day become the front lines of the battlefield and could be breached at any time."

"Baron Karl, I'll take you to the Noble Council first. Are you also going to the royal city?"

"Um."

Carl nodded:

"I'm getting old and need to find a place to retire. It seems that the royal city is more suitable."

"Yes." Bastian nodded.

"We also plan to go to the royal city. If the Baron has no companions, why don't you come with us?"

"It'll be good to have someone to look out for you on the road."

"This..." Karl thought for a moment and smiled:

"Alright."

As they spoke, the carriage arrived at the Noble Council, where there were even more soldiers, and it seemed to have become a temporary battlefield command post.

The gatekeeper leaned casually against his rifle, his helmet hanging at his waist, exuding an air of nonchalance.

"Re-register as a noble?"

The soldier looked disdainful, seemingly unable to recognize Karl as a "noble lord," and waved his hand, saying:

"I didn't see that there's a war going on. I don't have time to deal with such trivial matters lately."

"Please let them know." Karl sighed, flicking his finger to reveal two gold coins at his fingertips.

Thank you for your trouble.

"Um?"

The soldier raised an eyebrow and expertly pocketed the gold coins.

"Wait."

Not long after.

The three were given permission to enter, where they were received by a portly, richly dressed fat man.

"Baron Carl of the Bergman family does exist, but he hasn't been registered for decades."

The fat man spoke slowly:

How do I know you're not an imposter?

"The Lord of Dawn can bear witness." Karl bowed and offered two more gold coins:

"Could we find a quiet place to discuss this in detail?"

"Hmm..." The fat man openly pocketed the gold coins and lazily got up:

"All right."

(End of this chapter)