The Extraordinary Earl

Silver Wing Castle, the outer perimeter of the castle is heavily guarded.

The castle is brightly lit. Upstairs and downstairs, the male and female servants were silent and moved very quietly, fearing that they would make any noise.

Because now the Viscount is going crazy.

The castle seemed to have turned into a battlefield, and the anger was very suppressed.

In the hall, the magic-driven lamps are emitting a soft light. This kind of light is of course much more beautiful than the light of candles. Of course, it is also very valuable. Only the nobles and rich can afford it.

In the hall, a red carpet was laid from the door to the foot of the wall. At the end of the red carpet was the throne of the Silver Winged Viscount.

There is an oil painting hanging on the throne, and the owner of the portrait is the first Silver Wing Viscount.

The contemporary Mr. Silver Wing Viscount was sitting on the throne, his face turned frighteningly pale, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry. A pair of hands grasped the armrest tightly. If it weren't for the special material of the throne, it would have been crushed long ago.

The knight commander, Figo the Slayer, stood on the right side of the Viscount, his face also very solemn.

There were four people standing below, all of whom were Thor's assistants. The four people were shivering, as if they were four mice, trying their best to avoid the aura emanating from the cat, but in vain.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Mr. Viscount roared ferociously, without the elegance of a nobleman.

The four assistants looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, one assistant gritted his teeth and walked out. Fear said: "Mr. Viscount, Mr. Thor's family is missing, and the valuable furniture in his home is also missing. The four of us investigated and found that all the food and salt stored in the cities in the territory were missing."

At this point, the assistant gritted his teeth and said: "We also learned that private shops, salt, and food supplies in the territory also have problems."

"Ahhh!" Viscount Silver Wing's eyes widened, and colorless fighting energy spurted out from his body. The Viscount punched out with his right fist, and a line of fighting energy spurted out from his fist.

The fighting spirit penetrated the assistant's chest, and the strong cutting force cut the assistant's body from the inside, eventually turning it into pieces of corpses on the ground.

"Ahhhh."

When the other three assistants saw this scene, they were so frightened that they shouted to the sky. Two of them fainted, and the remaining one also collapsed on the ground.

terrible.

"Come here, clear them out." Figo shouted, calling a team of guards to clean up the scene.

But it is easy to clean up the body, but it is impossible to clean up the blood. Therefore, there is still a pool of blood on the ground, echoing the red carpet.

"Lord Viscount, there is no need to think too much about this. This must be Luther and Pompeii's strategy. As long as our salt and food are cut off, there will be chaos in the territory. There is no use being angry now. We should find a way to solve this problem. This is a matter of fact. Otherwise, not to mention ordinary residents, even the guardian knights may not be able to maintain their supply of food.”

Figo took a deep breath, stepped forward, bent down, and said in a deep voice.

"What else can I do? That guy has connections and force. He is already considered a big shot in the whole of Orange. How can I deal with him?"

Viscount Silver Wing's voice was hysterical.

Until not long ago, Viscount Silver Wing didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but was it just that he had fucked a few women? But at this moment, the Viscount regretted it in his heart.

There is a saying that goes well: Don’t give up until you reach the Yellow River.

When fear is fear, it keeps people up at night. When fear really strikes, it can make people feel desperate and even drive them crazy.

"I understand his plan. He wants to mess up my territory. My residents will be in chaos. My knights will have no food and salt to eat. A large number of knights will leave me. As long as If my defense becomes lax, then the new party will kill me. But I know, I know this, what ability do I have? No, not at all. He will help me, and that old guy from Windsor won’t sell me any salt. I’m done, I’m done, you know?”

Silver Wing Viscount's hysterical roar continued, his eyes were blood red, full of fear and despair.

Mr. Viscount was not too stupid, and Luther's plan was not too secretive, so he guessed it immediately.

The last person to take action is probably the New Party.

Luther, Pompeii would not be stupid enough to kill a great nobleman with his own hands.

But what's the use of guessing? He is just a viscount, a country viscount. How can he resist someone with huge connections and energy?

What about the upstarts of Orange, Luther, and Pompeii?

"That damn brat."

Mr. Viscount's expression was both terrifying and desperate.

Figo couldn't help but be speechless.

The strength is really not on the same level. Although Silver Wing Viscount has military and political power, it is limited to his own territory.

Even if all the troops in the territory were gathered, they would not be a match for the great knights of the Pompeii family.

What's more, the Pompeii family is still a vassal of the Barton family, and the Barton family will not sit idly by.

Not to mention the connections, Silver Wing Viscount is just a country Viscount. Moreover, the Viscount's relationship with even the great nobles in the countryside was not good, and he was even more at odds with the Earl of Windsor.

Let alone all of Orange.

No matter from any aspect, the Viscount in front of him did not have the ability to resist Luther Pompey.

"Damn, that bastard. If that sword hadn't been cut down that night, there would have been no trouble today." Figo couldn't help but cursed in his heart the guard knight who cut off Newton's arm that night.

The Viscount was desperate, hysterical, terrified, and ferocious.

He had already given up on himself.

But Figo, as the Knight Commander of the Silver Wing Family, could not watch the Silver Wing Family perish.

"For the current situation, we will first collect some food from the homes of the vassals and the hands of the peasants to stabilize the situation, and then send people to the Golden City to report everything to the Count of Libya and ask His Excellency the Archon to make the decision."

Figo thought of a way, the only way.

In the whole of Orange, only the Count of Libya can stop Luther and Pompey, who have such great power and are determined to kill the Viscount of Silver Wing.

"I heard that Luther and Pompey have a very good personal relationship with Al and Libya, and the two have very close business dealings." The Viscount of Silver Wing laughed desperately.

"We have to try, we can't just sit there and wait for death." Figo insisted, "Besides, the current situation in Orange is not stable, and the new party is operating in secret. The Earl certainly doesn't want Silver Wing to have any problems, which would weaken the power of the nobles."

"You do it yourself, I always feel that it will not work." Viscount Silver Wing collapsed on the throne, staring blankly at the top of the hall, muttering, "I actually want to ask Luther, Pompey in person now."

"Can I fucking apologize?"