Chapter 257 The Viscount's Rage

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

Silver Wing City, Viscount Castle.

The castle covers a large area and is five stories high. The strength of the Viscount of Silver Wing 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 castle is very strictly guarded. The watchtower, the circular platform, and the outer walls of the castle are full of soldiers and knights.

In the dark corners of the castle, many knights are leaning against the corners and taking a nap.

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

Not only is the guard strict, but the number of knights responsible for protecting the castle has also increased significantly.

This is all due to one reason, Viscount Silver Wing is a little worried.

This is normal.

Although Orange is an autonomous province of great nobles, the Earl of Libya is the archon, and his status is higher than that of all great nobles. Below him is the autonomy of the great nobles' territories, and every year according to the size of the territory, a sum of gold coins is handed over to the Earl of Libya.

But this is not protection money.

This money will be used for many things, such as issuing a bounty to arrest thieves, etc.

In short, the great nobles of Orange are a close alliance. Everyone unites and gathers under the command of the Earl of Libya to maintain the law of protecting the nobles.

The privileges of the great nobles, inheritance of territory, etc.

In this case, there is a force that can cross the laws of the nobles and directly take the lives of the nobles.

That is the New Party.

Recently, the New Party has been very active, and the great nobles are strengthening their vigilance.

But Viscount Silver Wing is a little abnormal, because the Viscount has to guard against not only the New Party, but also threats from another side.

This is the strange part.

At this moment, it is still early, and the lights in many rooms in the castle are on. The maids are preparing for the Viscount to go to bed in the bright room.

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 little nervous.

Everything comes from that damned brat.

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

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

The Viscount had not slept well for several days.

In front of the Viscount stood a knight, who looked a little soft and fragile. It was the Viscount's knight leader, "The Killer" Figo.

His arm that was cut off by Old Thor had been reattached by the wizard, but his activity was slightly affected.

"That bastard brat really wanted to deal with me, a real noble, this arrogant brat." The Viscount was very irritable and restless, sometimes sitting and sometimes standing up. Soon after, he took a bottle of wine from the cabinet and blew it directly with his mouth.

There was a little accident.

Because of Earl Windsor's hostility, the Viscount was a little wary of Earl Windsor, so he placed eyes in Earl Windsor's castle.

This eye saw Luther go to meet with Earl Windsor, but he could not hear what Earl Windsor talked about with Luther.

This is absolutely a humiliation for the Viscount.

An unfortunate news.

After the fierce fight in Kaiyue City, the Pompeii family, as the party involved, sent the next generation of Pompeii Knights to visit Earl Windsor, who was at odds with Viscount Silver Wing.

It must be bad.

And it was Luther who came to visit.

These two guys wanted to unite to deal with him, and Luther was the leader.

The heir of a knight family, the little devil.

He actually planned to deal with a real noble.

And the Viscount did not think that he was wrong 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 commander had his arm cut off.

He suffered a loss.

But the little devil held on tightly and was determined to get him.

When Viscount Silver Wing thought about this, he felt his face was hot. It's really a disgrace to the ancestors.

Unfortunately, the heir of this knight family, the little brat, has great power.

He has a father, the knight.

Military guarantee.

Pompeii is currently expanding so fast. .

The Viscount estimated that the other party had no financial resources.

But the other party had connections.

Which of the top rich people in the Golden City does not have a noble background.

If the little brat wanted to deal with him, there would be many ways.

Even more unfortunately, although the Viscount had his eyes to observe Luther's meeting with the Earl of Windsor and knew that the little brat wanted to deal with him, he did not hear the exact plan.

What does it feel like?

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

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

"My Lord Viscount, I think we should think of some way to ease the relationship with the Pompeii family." Figo said, bending over.

"Let me bow to a knight family? That's impossible." Viscount Silver Wing felt a little moved, but then was replaced by toughness.

It's really hard to save face.

If he really bowed his head, Viscount Silver Wing would become a joke among all the nobles in Orange.

And Viscount Silver Wing still has the qualifications to be tough.

"I don't believe that he really dares to kill me. At most, he will cause trouble for me." The Viscount sneered.

The political environment of Orange and the Libyan Earl, the backer of the nobles, are 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 Pompeii family naturally didn't dare to kill him, but the New Party dared.

If that brat creates any trouble for him, the new party will take advantage of it.

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

And bowing his head might not be useful.

"Come on, where are all the maids? Bring ten beautiful maids." The Viscount roared and decided to have some fun first.

If he continued to think 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 even didn't even have the patience to think about it, but instead messed around with the maids in the castle.

Moreover, the new party was secretly eyeing it, and a storm that might sweep across the entire Kingdom of Prussia was coming.

Knight Commander Figo looked at the Viscount Silver Wing hugging the maid and went out, and couldn't help but sigh.

Sad.

"Silver Wing Family, is there any way out?"

Figo's family has served the Silver Wing Family for more than 200 years, and he really doesn't want the Silver Wing Family to perish because of this.