The Extraordinary Earl

In the dark night, the stars are shining brightly and the moon is shining brightly in the sky.

Silver Wing City, Viscount Castle.

The castle occupies a large area and reaches five stories in height. The Silver Wing Viscounty's strength is only in the middle and lower reaches of Orange, but the scale of the castle is in the middle and upper reaches.

At this moment, the security inside the castle was very tight. The watchtower, circular platform, and walls outside the castle were filled with soldiers and knights.

In the dark corners of the castle, many knights were taking a nap against the wall.

For the knights, they can hear very clearly even if they are taking a nap.

Not only is the security tight, but there are also obviously more knights responsible for protecting the castle.

This all comes from one reason, and Viscount Silver Wing is a little worried.

This is normal.

Although Orange is an autonomous province of the great nobles, the Earl of Libya is the consul and has a higher status than all the great nobles. Below him is the territorial autonomy of the great nobles, and a gold coin is handed over to the Earl of Libya every year according to the size of the territory.

But this is not protection money.

This money will be used for many things, such as posting rewards for wanted thieves and so on.

All in all, the great nobles of the entire Orange are a close alliance. They unite and gather under the command of the Earl of Libya to maintain the laws that protect the nobles.

Privileges of the great nobility, inheritance of territory, etc.

Under such circumstances, there is a force that can bypass the laws of the nobles and directly take the lives of the nobles.

That is the new party.

The New Party has been very active recently, and the nobles are on heightened alert.

But Viscount Silver Wing is a little abnormal, because what the Viscount has to guard against is not just the new party, but threats from the other side.

This is the strange part.

It was still early at this moment, and the lights in many rooms in the castle were on. The maids were preparing the Viscount to go to bed in the rooms where they were lit again.

Because a strategy has been implemented in the castle, the Viscount no longer sleeps in a specific room, but chooses ten rooms. The Viscount will irregularly choose a house to live in before going to bed.

Viscount Silver Wing is a bit uneasy.

It all comes from that damn brat.

In the living room on the second floor of the castle, Viscount Silver Wing was wearing pajamas and looked very relaxed. But the expression on his face did not look leisurely at all.

Instead, his eyes were bloodshot and his eye sockets were dark.

The Viscount had not slept well for several days.

There was a knight standing in front of the viscount. This knight looked a little soft and seemed frail. It was the Viscount's knight commander, "The Killer" Figo.

His arm cut off by Old Sol has been reattached by the wizard, but his movement has been slightly affected.

"That bastard kid really wants to deal with me, this arrogant kid who is a big noble in the field." The Viscount was very irritable and restless. Sometimes he sat and sometimes stood up. Soon after, he took a bottle of wine from the cabinet and drank it directly. Mouth blowing.

There was a little surprise.

Because of the Earl of Windsor's hostility, the Viscount was a little wary of the Earl of Windsor, so he placed an eye on the Earl of Windsor's castle.

This eye saw Luther going to meet with the Earl of Windsor, but could not hear what the Earl of Windsor and Luther talked about.

This is definitely a humiliation for the Viscount.

A sad news.

After the fierce night battle in Arcadia City, the Pompeii family, who were involved, sent the next generation of Pompeii knights to visit the Earl of Windsor, who was not dealing with Viscount Silver Wing.

It's definitely up to no good.

And it was Luther who came to visit.

These two guys are going to join forces to deal with him, and Luther is taking the lead.

The heir of a knight family, kid.

He actually planned to deal with a big noble in the field.

And the Viscount didn’t feel that he was at fault at the time. He just fucked a few women. Even if he cut off the right arm of a guy named Newton, one of our guard knights was killed and the knight captain was cut off. arm.

He suffered a loss.

But the kid clung to him and insisted on getting him.

Viscount Silver Wing felt his face get hot when he thought about this. What a shame for our ancestors.

Unfortunately, the heir to this knight family, Little Guitou, is very, very powerful.

There is a big daddy knight on his head.

Guaranteed by force.

Pompeii is currently expanding at such a rapid pace. .

The Viscount estimated that the other party had little financial resources.

But the other party has connections.

None of the top tycoons in the Golden City have a noble background.

If that kid wanted to deal with him, there would be many ways.

What's even more unfortunate is that although the Viscount accidentally observed Luther's meeting with the Earl of Windsor and knew that the kid was going to deal with him, he didn't hear the exact plan.

What does this feel like?

The house was on fire, but the people inside found that the doors and windows were closed.

This was what made the Viscount restless and unable to sleep.

"Lord Viscount, I think we should find some way to ease the relationship with the Pompeii family." Figo bent down and said.

"You want me to bow my head to a knight family? That's impossible." Viscount Silver Wing felt a heartbeat in his heart, but it was immediately replaced by hardness.

The face is really hard to live with.

If he really lowers his head, Viscount Silver Wing will become a joke to the entire Orange nobles.

Moreover, Viscount Silver Wing still has the qualifications to be tough.

"I don't believe it. He really dared to kill me. At most, he was just causing trouble for me." The Viscount said with a sneer.

The political environment of Orange, the backing of the nobles, the Count of Libya, is the basis of the viscount's toughness.

"But the New Party." Figo hesitated and said.

"Damn it." The viscount's face suddenly changed, kicked a chair away, and roared: "Those thugs should all be hanged."

Figo touched the viscount's pain.

The Pompey family naturally did not dare to kill him, but the New Party dared.

If that kid caused him any trouble, the New Party would take advantage of it.

When the viscount thought of this, his head was buzzing. But he just didn't want to bow to Luther, the kid Pompey.

And bowing might not be useful.

"Come on, where are the maids? Ten beautiful maids." The viscount roared and decided to have some fun first.

If he kept thinking like this, his head would explode.

He didn't care about his pants and got into trouble. After getting into trouble, he had no ability to solve it, and he was even impatient to think about it, but instead messed around with the maids in the castle.

Moreover, the new party is secretly eyeing the situation. A storm that may sweep across the entire Kingdom of Prussia is coming. Knight Commander Figo sighed involuntarily as he watched Viscount Silver Wing hugging the maid and leaving. He was sad. "Is there any way out for the Silver Wing Family?" Figo's family has served the Silver Wing Family for more than 200 years. He really doesn't want the Silver Wing Family to perish because of this.