Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 264 Angels

The carriage set off.

Bastian quickly adjusted his identity, transforming from a fellow traveler into the Marquis's employee.

There's nothing shameful about it.

Many people would kill to serve a marquis.

On the way to the capital, there were many refugees, and you could also see troops galloping by from time to time.

"count."

Bastian opening:

"The Cologne have already reached the vicinity of the capital, and I've heard that many nobles from Gangdo have fled to other countries."

"It should be very cheap to buy property now."

He was a coachman who frequently traveled to the capital. Although he was of low status, he knew a lot of inside information.

"Yes." Karl nodded.

What are the housing prices like in the northern suburbs?

"The northern suburbs?" Bastian thought for a moment and said:

"I rarely go there. I've heard it's all manor houses for important people, so the prices... should have come down by now."

"Even if the price drops, it won't be cheap."

Karl used to live in Signoria, where suburban estates cost between one and three thousand gold coins, including renovations and most of the furnishings.

The price of houses in the capital is several times that of those in Signoria.

Even if the price drops, it shouldn't be less than five thousand gold coins, a sum that many wealthy merchants can't accumulate in a lifetime.

As for ordinary people...

Can't even think about it.

"Bastian!"

"exist."

"Pull the carriage over to the side."

"……yes."

Bastian was somewhat surprised, but he still obediently stopped the carriage and pulled it to the edge of the road.

After he finished his work, a commotion came from ahead, followed by hundreds of soldiers rushing towards the civilians on the road.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"..."

The roads were in complete chaos.

"Recruiting soldiers!" A man dressed as a soldier, mounted on a tall horse, held up a notice and shouted loudly.

"The king has ordered that all men between the ages of thirteen and fifty-five must go to the battlefield."

"Arrest them!"

Like wolves and tigers, the soldiers charged into the crowd, ignoring the cries of women and children, and took down all the men who met the requirements.

"you!"

Two of them came to the carriage and yelled at Bastian and Carl:

"Get down quickly."

Bastian was pale and trembling. If he went to the front lines, Rita would be left without anyone to take care of her.

Given his physical condition, joining the army would be tantamount to suicide.

"What's wrong?"

Karl sat upright in the carriage, pointed to the noble insignia that hung specifically on the carriage, and asked with a frown:

"Can the army forcibly conscript nobles?"

"A nobleman?" the soldier sneered.

"You say so, so it is?"

"..." Karl was speechless, then gently shook his head:

"Understood."

"Get your manager over here."

His voice wasn't loud, but the two men's expressions changed, and they looked at him as if they were looking at a terrifying beast.

Battle spirit!

And it's even a battle aura at the level of a Grand Knight!

They were all soldiers who had come from the battlefield, so they naturally knew what a great knight represented.

Not long after.

An officer rushed over, his eyes narrowed upon seeing the noble insignia, and he bowed his head respectfully in salute.

"Your Excellency, please forgive the soldiers' ignorance; they... were merely following orders."

"Hmm..." Karl said expressionlessly.

"You're quite lenient with your men, but if I'm really forced to go to the battlefield, who can I complain to?"

"If I unfortunately die on the battlefield, are you going to take responsibility for the consequences?"

"This..." The officer's expression changed, and he said urgently:

"My lord, there are commanding officers verifying identities on the battlefield, as well as members of the noble council. We are willing to offer compensation."

As he spoke, he untied the money pouch from his waist and respectfully handed it over.

"I never imagined that even the army of Gangdo had become this corrupt." Karl didn't take the money pouch, sighing and shaking his head.

"No wonder the battle is going poorly."

From church priests to noble councils and even military generals, bribery seems to have become commonplace.

Just more...

It's rotten to the core, from top to bottom!

"Your Excellency."

The officer's face flushed red. After thinking for a moment, he took out an invitation from his pocket:

"There's a party tonight in the suburbs. The attendees include a Grand Duke and a Marquis, as well as several important military figures. There will be a lot of good stuff to trade at the party; you might be interested."

Carl glanced at the invitation:

"Bastin, accept it."

"Yes."

Bastian replied, and hurriedly stepped forward to take it.

Let's go!

"Yes."

The carriage set off again, and the soldiers on the road hurriedly made way to the sides, watching the group disappear into the distance.

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Yunlai Manor.

This name, so different from the "Gando style," gave Karl a moment of disorientation.

It was already evening.

There was no time to rush to the capital, so we decided to stay here for the night, rest, and continue our journey tomorrow.

"Count Carl".

The manor butler examined the invitations and said:

"Your servant may stay in the room over there. Would you like a female companion to stay with you?"

If needed, he would arrange for Rita to wait in a guest room upstairs.

"Need not."

Carl shook his head:

"Prepare some food for them."

"Of course." The butler nodded.

"Dinner will begin soon, and we have prepared a delicious meal for the guests' entourage."

"Please go ahead!"

By this time, the sky had begun to darken, and the manor was already lit up early, with uniquely designed crystal chandeliers hanging from the dome, dazzling the eye.

"Lights!"

A voluptuous and beautiful woman approached and said:

"The people of Cologne have brought a lot of hardship to this country, but they have also brought a lot of good things to the world."

"Like electricity..."

"Things that were once only controlled by gods have now entered every household, allowing people to enjoy the light that was only available during the day at night."

"Yes." Karl nodded.

"Technology changes lives."

"That's very well said!" The woman's eyes lit up.

"Your Excellency Earl, you don't mind if I use this as the headline of tomorrow's daily newspaper, do you?"

"News Daily?" Carl turned his head.

"Yes." The woman lowered her head.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Charlene of the Churchill family, wife of Viscount Murray, and currently the editor-in-chief of the Daily News."

Charlene.

Independent women of the new era.

One of the first graduates of Kingdom University, he is also an independent writer.

"Can."

Carl nodded:

"It was just a casual remark."

"Perhaps this saying will spread widely." Charlene shrugged.

"I don't know how to address you?"

"Karl," Karl said.

"Karl Bergman of the Bergman family."

Seeing the other person frowning and pondering the origin of "Bergmann," he couldn't help but chuckle:

"Don't worry too much about it. My family is very inconspicuous, and the title was only recently obtained by spending money."

"Count Karl is truly...sincere." Charlene paused.

"Now is indeed a good opportunity for promotion."

Previously, one had to perform great service to the kingdom to be promoted to a noble rank, but now one can have the opportunity simply by spending money.

of course,

You can only rise to the rank of Earl.

Charlene was surprised by the other party's frankness about his Count origins; there are only two possible reasons for this.

The first possibility is that the other party is not intelligent enough.

The second possibility is that the other party doesn't care much about how the title was obtained, or may not even care about the title at all.

"Shalin".

"Um."

"You're the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, you must be very well-informed, right?" Karl asked slowly.

"I'd like to buy a manor in the northern suburbs of the capital for my retirement. I wonder if you could recommend a way to do so?"

"If the deal goes through, a portion of the price will be your reward."

"The manor in the northern suburbs?" Charlene thought for a moment:

"Over the years, quite a few people have gone to other kingdoms, and some have indeed sold their estates, but I need some time to confirm."

"No problem." Karl paused slightly, his gaze suddenly turning to a figure in the arena:

"Remier, did she come down too?"

"The Earl must have mistaken you for someone else," Charlene shook her head.

"That is Bishop Louis of the Vatican. However, this female bishop rarely comes down from the Vatican, so this is indeed a rare occurrence. It's a pity she won't give an interview, otherwise I would like to ask her how she became a bishop at such a young age."

Carl smiled but didn't respond.

He certainly hadn't mistaken him for someone else, because Remier had just looked in the same direction as him.

bishop?

Isn't it perfectly normal for an angel who descended to earth to hold a bishop position in the Vatican?

That's right.

Remier was an angel, and Carl had two encounters with her when she had just become an angel.

(End of this chapter)