The Extraordinary Earl

What did Luther Pompeo do in the Shadow Council! ! !

He stole the elemental oven from the ancient Magic City, which was the "energy core" of the Magic City. It was second-level, second only to the "Eternal Oven" and was extremely valuable.

To be honest, Luther's Pompeii Magic City combined is not as tall as this "Elemental Oven".

Killed the general of Ormus, Augustus.

A legend! ! ! !

Although it is tradition for the Shadow Council to defeat the superior, but that also requires some strength. Luther is now just an elite mid-level knight who killed the legendary Augustus.

If the people at the top found out about this, wouldn't they be angry to death?

It would be better for us not to touch this brow.

After standing outside the city for a moment, Luther and Miss Xenia entered the Golden City. This time Luther planned to go to the meeting alone.

Although Luther complained about the defensive power of the Golden City, after entering the city, he had to admit the prosperity of the Golden City.

This is an old metropolis.

Various mansions, various works of art, and most importantly, a prosperous population.

Although the population of Pompeii is currently increasing, it will still take some time before it can match the population of the Golden City.

Luther believed that if he was allowed to obtain the Golden City and the entire north of Orange, and merge Orange into one, then the Magic City of Pompeii would become the capital of this huge territory.

There will be more people going to live in Pompeii.

The most splendid metropolis in Orange, no, the most splendid metropolis in the whole of Prussia, must be the Magic City of Pompeii.

Luther had a little taste of the prosperity of the Golden City, and then took Miss Xenia to the Chelsea Advertising Agency on the bustling commercial street.

I remember that it was from here that I entered the social circle of the Golden City and became a big shot in Orange. Luther looked up at the sign, then smiled and walked in.

The advertising company was still the same, very deserted, with only a few employees there, and Luther didn't recognize any of them.

"What do you want?" A waitress came out and saluted Luther.

"I am Luther, Pompeii, and I am looking for Al, Libya." Luther bowed gracefully. The waitress was shocked, including several employees.

Luther, Pompeii! ! ! !

There are probably very few people in Orange today who have not heard of Luther Pompey.

The life of this great man is simply legendary. It took a lot of time for these employees to recover a little from the shock. The waitress said in a panic: "Please wait a moment, I'll go find Mr. Al."

After saying that, the waitress trotted away and bumped into a chair. The remaining employees respectfully invited Luther and went to Mr. Al's office.

Luther chose a relatively clean chair and sat down, because Al, Libya was a guy who knew how to play office romance.

Sitting in this guy's office, you need to be careful of falling into a "trap" and getting contaminated by something strange.

"You can just stand." Luther said quickly when he saw that Miss Xenia also wanted to sit down.

Miss Xenia nodded calmly.

Luther didn't wait long, and brought two cups of hot coffee first. After taking a few sips of the coffee, Al, the boy from Libya came running over.

The clothes looked disheveled and he had obviously arrived in a hurry.

"Hi, Mr. Al." Luther smiled and gave Mr. Al a hug. Judging from their personal relationship, the two were considered friends.

Mr. Al also hugged Luther, then separated and complained: "Luther, would you like to send someone to say hello before you come? You are always in such a hurry, which makes me very messy."

When Luther thought about it, it was true that the last time he came to see Mr. Al was when Mr. Al and his mistress had a tryst in the forest.

Luther smiled apologetically and said, "I will pay attention next time."

"Tell me, why did you come to see me?" Mr. Al asked, sitting behind his desk.

"It's indeed something." Luther smiled, and then said: "I want to meet your lord, the Earl of Libya."

"Can't you just go to the Earl directly?" Mr. Al rolled his eyes and joked. Now that White Eagle and Libya are on equal terms, shouldn't the heir of White Eagle just meet the Earl of Libya casually?

"Are you teasing me?" Mr. Al said angrily.

"This is a private meeting, and it would be disrespectful to visit without an introduction," Luther said with a smile.

Mr. Al was stunned when he heard this. He was not a fool, but rather smart and smart. He noticed a different flavor from Luther's attitude.

He looked carefully at Luther's expression. Luther was as serious as a general about to go into battle.

"What do you want to do when you see His Excellency the Earl?" Mr. Al asked tentatively.

"Private communication." Luther said with a smile and a tight tone.

"Okay, come with me." Mr. Al finally gave up the idea of ​​prying, nodded, straightened his clothes a little, and stood up.

"Okay." Luther also stood up, followed Mr. Al out with Miss Xenia, and got into Mr. Al's exquisite carriage together.

"By the way, where did you find the female companion? She looks very cold." Mr. Al glanced at Miss Xenia and teased.

He had never seen Luther ever have a female companion.

"This is a white dragon." Luther said with a smile.

Mr. Al immediately stopped talking. Is your kid sick? He raised a red dragon and a white dragon? ? How many dragons do you want to raise?

In silence all the way, Mr. Al took Luther to the Earl's Mansion, invited Luther to sit down in the hall, and then went to the study on the second floor to find the Earl of Libya.

The Earl of Libya is still the same, with big and lively eyes, straight and sharp eyebrows like swords, and two big beards.

He is tall and powerful, and his authority is full of authority.

This iron-fisted earl has ruled Orange for many years and has been the flag of Orange until the rise of the white eagle.

Even now.

When people mention Orange, the first thing that comes to mind is His Excellency the Count of Libya.

When Mr. Al arrived, the Count of Libya was writing poetry, which was a small hobby of his. Nobles have been taught this since they were young.

"Your Excellency, Luther Pompeii is here to see you." Mr. Al bowed and said.

"He came to see me through you?" The Earl of Libya put down his pen, feeling that this matter was very strange.

"He said he wanted a private meeting." Mr. Al nodded.

"What's the purpose?" The count felt even more strange and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Mr. Al shook his head.

"What on earth does he want to do?" The Earl of Libya was very puzzled. He opened the window and let the wind outside the window blow in.

The cool wind chilled his skin, but his mind was filled with questions.

Private meeting? !