Mercenary Baron

Carl is a mercenary. He has no father, no surname, and his mother is a camp girl. He committed murder at the age of twelve, and his only skill before the age of twenty was to exchange swords for coins. He originally thought that he would just wallow in a mercenary camp for the rest of his life, and eventually die in an inconspicuous corner like his father. However, he eventually became a baron. This is not an inspirational story of counterattack from the bottom. This is a story in which a barbarian uses all means - swords, calculations, bribes, survival on his knees, and once-in-a-lifetime good luck - to tear a hole in the cracks of the feudal world and squeeze himself in. His high-born neighbors would never truly accept him, but he didn't care. What he wants is not their respect, what he wants is land, a castle, and the power to no longer have to look at anyone's face. He is not a hero. He is selfish, greedy, merciless to women, and merciless to his enemies. But he had an instinct forged in the mud: survive and climb up. No matter what the cost. This is a novel about violence, desire and survival. An uncomfortably real character, a rise that does not belong to any legend.