Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 193 Unexpected Situations

Night gradually enveloped the sky of Black Crow City, and the atmosphere in the city was still tense. King Philip sat in his tent, frowning, thinking about something, and then he saw his third son Gareth walk into the tent.

He looked at his son carefully. From the appearance point of view, there didn't seem to be much change. The only noticeable thing was that his skin became paler than before, and his eyes turned deep red.

He nodded in satisfaction:

"Yes, the transformation was successful. Now you belong to the Walter family."

After seeing Gareth showing a hint of dissatisfaction with him, he snorted coldly and said:

"Humph, this is granting you eternal life, which many people cannot obtain even if they ask for it."

"Then why didn't father become a vampire himself?" Gareth asked.

"You are blaming me. After all, I am the king! There are many things I can't do." Philip shook his head, then knocked on the table with his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this. You probably know about the previous meeting. The Holy See wants to take action against Lord Walter."

Gareth lowered his head and thought for a while before saying:

"It won't hurt us to have Carl in this position."

"No harm?" Philip sneered.

"I don't understand why my father suppresses Carl so much?" Gareth asked suddenly.

"I don't mean to suppress him!" Philip suddenly slammed the table and shouted, "He killed Morton, robbed his territory, and broke the rules!"

"In my son's opinion, since the matter has been settled, we might as well reconcile," Gareth replied without emotion.

Philip shook his head again: "Besides that, he also destroyed the vampire's territory!"

"This can't be blamed entirely on him. If Isabel hadn't taken the initiative to cause trouble, the situation wouldn't have developed to this point." Gareth said again.

Philip glanced at him with contempt, and then said:

"You are also a vampire now, why are you still speaking for him?"

Gareth paused for a moment, a flash of hesitation appeared on his face, and after thinking it over, he suddenly said:

"Father...you know, there is a certain amount of memory inheritance between vampire blood relatives."

"Yeah~" Philip responded.

"When Isabel converted me, I had the honor of peeking into her memory..." He paused again and lowered his voice, "She attacked Carl, provoked a war between the two places, and even killed the cardinal and brought in the church. All of her actions were ordered by my grandmother..."

"Grandmother?" Philip's eyes suddenly widened, "You mean Blood Ancestor?"

"She seemed to be looking forward to seeing the results now."

Seeing Gareth nod, Philip found it even more incredible:

"But why is this?"

Then he asked again as if he had thought of something:

"You are already one of them. Can you feel the blood ancestor?"

"No, it was Isabel who converted me. I have a connection with her, but I can't jump to the next level."

Seeing Gareth shaking his head, Philip was immediately disappointed again. Then he thought about it and waved his hand and said:

"Forget it, let's not think about it. As for the position of Count Walter, anyone can take it, as long as they are not from the Vatican."

"The Grand Commander intends to win over Carl, and we can't let him succeed. Even if he wants to confer a title, we should take the initiative. In my opinion, we should just give him the position of Duke of the North as well. Only in this way can he be completely at ease." Gareth added.

"Make him the Duke of the North? You know he has resentment towards me!" Philip said with his eyes wide open.

But I heard Gareth say:

"Now, he has obtained three of the five earldoms in the North. Whether we give it to him or not, he will get it sooner or later. By then, we will be in a difficult position."

"Even so, I had an agreement with the North that the Duke's choice must first be approved by the majority of the earls of the five territories. Even if I say it, it may not be effective." Philip complained.

"Father, you worry too much. You only need to mention it in the name of the king. The rest is up to him to decide how to do it."

"Hmm~" Philip nodded. Indeed, whether he could sit on the Duke's throne depended entirely on his own ability. He just said a word and could also do a favor. But how should he tell the Prime Minister about this? Aaron and him were still fighting for the North, and he agreed to the latter's actions. Now he turned around and sold him out. Even if the other party didn't say anything, he would definitely be resentful later.

Thinking of this, Philip sighed again. The king was really frustrated as he had to consider everything. Well, let the prime minister suffer this time.

Just as Philip was about to make a decision, a report suddenly came from outside: "Your Majesty, someone from the Crusaders wants to see you!"

The king's heart moved and his brows frowned slightly: "Crusaders? What are they doing here at this time?" He hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his hand and said: "Let them in."

Soon, several Crusader knights in silver armor walked into the tent. They were wearing armor and had serious expressions. When they saw Philip, they bowed and saluted.

Philip nodded, then forced a smile and said:

"Get up, what are you doing here?"

Several knights stood up, but did not answer Philip's question. Instead, they stared at him one by one, with a strong aura of solemnity.

The king was stunned. He was about to ask again, and then -

"Eradicate the heretics and kill the vampire's harbours!" The leading knight suddenly shouted and drew the long sword from his waist, his eyes flashing with fanatical flames. At the same time, several other knights also drew their weapons, and the flashes of swords and sabers instantly flashed in the tent.

"What?!" Philip was shocked. He had never expected the Crusaders to suddenly attack. He even forgot to run away and watched helplessly as the sword came towards him.

But just as the knights' swords were about to strike Philip, a blurry black shadow suddenly flashed by. Gareth appeared in front of the knights almost instantly, his movements as swift as a ghost. Only a few screams were heard, and several knights had their throats torn by his sharp claws before they could even react, and blood splattered on the ground of the tent.

In less than a moment, all the knights who launched the attack fell to the ground, dying miserably. Gareth stood among the corpses, his eyes flashing red, his breathing steady, as if the battle just now was just a trivial matter.

Philip had recovered from his panic, but his face was still pale, full of shock and anger. He glanced at the knight's body on the ground and asked in a trembling voice:

"This...what is going on? Why did the Crusaders assassinate me?"

Gareth wiped the blood off his hands, his expression cold: "Father, I'm afraid they already know something."

Philip's expression instantly became uglier, and his eyes were filled with deep fear:

"You mean... my collusion with the vampires... has been discovered?"

But he quickly came to his senses and shook his head and said:

"No, they already knew it a long time ago. Even if they don't have any evidence, they know what's going on!"

Indeed, he had sent Gareth to discuss this matter with Carl, and his various behaviors. Even the wooden-headed Crusaders probably understood the problem, but they all kept their eyes open and did not speak out, retaining the last bit of bottom line and not wanting to make things worse. But why did this happen now?

Unless, unless there is only one possibility! The Church wants to break up with him, and they want to use this incident to pull him off the throne!

This terrible thought suddenly emerged in Philip's mind. He suddenly stood up and rushed outside and shouted:

"Gather the troops and follow me!"