"You just let her go?" Pine watched Carl's actions incredulously, such an important captive was really released.

"The contract has been reached, if you don't let her go back, will you still keep her to eat? My brother, Dortmund is not short of food, but don't waste it either. Carl laughed and patted Pyne on the shoulder.

"No......" Pyne was a little messy, and his mind couldn't turn for a while.

"You let it go like this, how do you know if she will do what she agreed?" Pine questioned.

"Don't worry, she will, at this point, she has no choice." Karl shrugged his shoulders, Stephanie's Wiki warriors have been killed and wounded, and there is no choice but to return to the kingdom of Denmaka in order to make a comeback, and if he breaks away from him, he will definitely be caught as soon as he reaches the kingdom of Denmaka, so now Stephanie does not dare to break the contract.

"Well, if you're sure." Seeing that Carl was full of confidence, Pine ignored it.

"My brother, go back and tidy up, look at the stains on your body, how can you look like the acting head of the Knights Templar, if you don't clean it up, I'm afraid others will look down on us." Karl walked a few steps further in disgust, indeed, because of the day and night and the fighting, Pine and the knights of the Templar Order were dirty to death.

It's not that the people of Europa don't like to take a bath, it's just that after the plague, they mistakenly think that bathing will spread the plague, at least in this world, Carl hasn't encountered such a situation, otherwise Carl would never allow a guy who hasn't bathed for a month or two to get close to him.

"Ha, you're right." Pine nodded, at least on this point he listened.

"By the way, with some incense, you know, Lord Rizland's army is arriving, and their heralds have arrived with us ahead of schedule, this time led by Sir Frederick." Carl continued.

"Sir Frederick?" Pine exclaimed, he was no longer the guy he hadn't seen before, of course he knew that this was the heir of the Duke of Rizland, the future Duke of Rizland.

"No need to make a fuss my brother, it's nothing." Carl chuckled, if he had been Pyne before, he would have been, but now...... He really didn't think it was anything left, an earl who controlled an entire county would not be underestimated even by a duke, let alone just an heir.

"Hmph, it's just luck that you put on bird feathers." Pyne said without hesitation when he saw Carl deliberately showing off.

"Hahaha, I wish I could see you wearing bird feathers too." Carl grinned, his favorite thing to do now was to show off in front of Pyne, there was a special comfort.

"Don't worry, you'll see, I swear my investiture will be bigger than yours." Without glancing at Karl, Pyne turned and walked towards the Templar Order's residence.

Carl shook his head, his brother still stubborn.

But after bragging to Pyne for a while, he's in a much more relaxed mood now.

"Karl, another nobleman has arrived with his army, won't you go and greet him?" The disrespectful title made Karl turn around helplessly, of course he knew who it was, and only Teresa would dare to call him that in Dortmund.

"If you can, I want you to bring an honorific title." Carl said with a wry smile.

Teresa sneered and ignored it, she was just a villain, at least in her opinion, even if she was still the head of Karl's court spies, she was a nobleman, but she regarded herself more as a villain, and a villain would not flatter a nobleman.

"Okay, okay, whatever you want." Carl wasn't going to bother much with this kind of place, but it was good, at least it was kind.

"Which nobleman is it?" Karl asked.

"Baron Bourtan, to be honest he is like a monkey my God, I don't think he's good at war." Teresa said casually, and it could be seen that Baron Bourtan did not give her a good impression.

"Be respectful to my guests, my chief spy, they're here to support my war." Karl covered his head, he was really afraid that Teresa would offend the nobles.

"Don't worry, I'm not even too lazy to deal with these guys who like to show off their feathers." Teresa glanced at Karl.

Carl smirked, and he seemed to have become a guy who liked to show off his feathers.

"But I said, maybe you should divide some vassals, you can't get the support of other nobles in every war, that's not realistic, you need to have your own vassals to answer your call." Teresa said again.

"Vassal?" Karl frowned, in fact, this is indeed a problem, this time he can get the support of some nobles only because he is at war with the Flo, coupled with the actions of the Duke of Rizland, some nobles who have a sense of justice or want to curry favor with the Duke of Rizlan will support him, but it does not mean that it will be the same next time.

In fact, Dortmund is a huge county, of course, there can't be only such a castle as Dortmund Castle, this is just the most majestic castle in the center, and there are some small castles scattered all over Dortmund, those places used to be the territories of the leaders of Dortmund, which can be compared to the barony of the Dillman people, and at present, Karl only controls those places in name, at most arranges some of his own people, and sends some existence like a butler to take care of it, after all, Dortmund is not small, And he simply does not have enough time to integrate, and the war will be fought again just after the end.

Those small castles were enough for him to canonize a few more barons, and although this was the territory of the Flo people, it was not too badly developed.

But Karl was reluctant to give up the land, and he subconsciously refused to do so.

He always felt that he was dividing his own lands, and he thought that these lands should belong to him in the first place, but he couldn't refuse such a thing, all the other nobles did this, and if he didn't do this, he would be considered an alien, and then the title of miser would definitely not be able to escape.

In the past, he could excuse himself on the grounds that the war was urgent and there was no suitable candidate for the time being, but now it seems that this could not go on like this before, even people like Teresa who didn't care about it talked about it, let alone others.

"I know, but the form is not very suitable now, let's talk about it after the war." Carl waved his hand, he really didn't have that much energy to do this at the moment.

"You just need to know." Teresa shrugged her shoulders and twisted her waist to leave.

"By the way, thank you for the reminder." Karl said suddenly.

Hearing this, Teresa paused for a moment, then smiled, but did not answer, and left directly.

Carl looked at Teresa in the distance and fell into deep thought, of course he would not think that Teresa was asking for favors from himself, it is not so easy for a guy from a villain's guild to really become a nobleman, and Teresa herself doesn't care about this, then, there is only one possibility, that is, Teresa is alerting herself.

The nobles under his command began to be dissatisfied with their treatment, but also, for so long, not only did they not give them promotions, but they didn't even give them a salary, which made them satisfied.

"Whew......" Carl let out a white breath, feeling a little irritable.

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"Welcome to my castle, Lord Baron Bourtan." Karl returned to Dortmund Castle and saw Baron Bourtan enjoying refreshments, an emaciated man, at least as he looked.

It's incredible, in this era, although not every nobleman can eat and clothe well, but at least a baron who can get the army to support others is not too poor, at least it is okay to eat well.

"Good morning, my lordship, I salute you." When Baron Bourtan saw Karl's arrival, he quickly got up and took off his felt hat and bent down to salute.

"Haha, Lord Earl, I didn't participate in your investiture ceremony because of some delays, but I hope you don't mind." Baron Bourtan looked up with a smile so that Karl could see his appearance, which was a little scruffy, as if he hadn't repaired his beard in a while, giving him the appearance of endless pages.

No wonder Teresa thinks that this is a monkey who can't fight, Carl now feels this way, although whether a person is strong or not does not represent his bravery, but it can reflect some differences in combat effectiveness.

"My dear friend, how could I mind? You can support me, and that makes me happier than anything else. Karl laughed and patted Baron Bourtan on the shoulder, looking familiar.

"You have fought against the savage Flo and won victory after victory, and your reputation has spread through the territory of the Dillmans." Baron Bourtan chuckled, the scene was a little strange, although Baron Bourtan was not very old, he was also in his thirties, and Carl, a young man in his early twenties, turned out to be patting him on the shoulder now, but there was nothing wrong with him.

Karl's power is always subconsciously ignored by his age, the power of a nobleman who can gallop in war and win territory in the hands of heretics is definitely powerful, not to mention that Carl's class is much higher than him now.

"Since you've come to my territory, please rest well, and I'll have a grand welcome ceremony later, believe me it's a special ceremony, I hope you will enjoy it."

"I'm sure I'll like it, so please look forward to it." Baron Bourtan smiled and returned to his seat, and Karl left the place when it was almost over.

During this time, he met with every nobleman who came here, and did enough face engineering, which made him tired.