Chapter 259 Can I Apologize?

Silver Wing Castle, the castle's perimeter is heavily guarded.

The castle is brightly lit. Upstairs and downstairs, the male and female servants are silent and move cautiously, afraid of making any noise.

Because the Viscount is about to go crazy.

The castle seems to have turned into a battlefield, and the madness is very depressing.

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

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

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

The contemporary Viscount of Silver Wing sits on the throne, his face pale and frightening. This is not because of fear, but because of anger. A pair of hands tightly grasp the handrails. If it weren't for the special material of this throne, I'm afraid it would have been crushed long ago.

Knight Commander, Slayer Figo stood on the right side of the Viscount, his face was also extremely solemn.

Four people stood below, all of them were Thor's assistants, and the four of them were trembling, as if they were four mice, trying their best to avoid the momentum of the cat, but in vain.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Mr. Viscount had lost his noble elegance and roared fiercely.

The four assistants looked at each other, and finally one of them came out with gritted teeth. He said in fear: "Mr. Viscount, Mr. Thor's family is missing, and the valuable furniture in the house is also missing. The four of us investigated and found that the reserve grain and salt in the cities in the territory are all gone."

At this point, the assistant gritted his teeth and said: "We also learned that there are problems with the supply of private shops, salt, and grain in the territory."

"Ahhh!" Viscount Silver Wing's eyes widened, and colorless fighting spirit gushed out of his body. The Viscount punched out with his right fist, and a stream of fighting spirit gushed out with his fist.

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

"Ahhh."

The other three assistants saw this scene and screamed in fear. Two of them fainted, and the remaining one also collapsed on the ground.

It was terrible.

"Come on, clean them out." Figo shouted, called a team of guards, and cleaned 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.

"My Lord Viscount, there is no need to think about it. This must be the strategy of Luther and Pompey. As long as our salt and food are cut off, there will be chaos in the territory. It's useless to be angry now. We should find a way to solve this matter. Otherwise, let alone ordinary residents, even the food of the guardian knights may not be able to be supplied."

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

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

The voice of Viscount Silver Wing was a little hysterical.

Until recently, Viscount Silver Wing did not think he had done anything wrong. It was just a few women, wasn't it? But at this moment, the Viscount regretted it in his heart.

There is a saying that goes, don't give up until you reach the Yellow River.

When fear is fear, it will make people sleepless at night. When fear really strikes, it can make people feel desperate, or even drive people crazy.

"I understand his plan. He wants to mess up my territory. My residents will be in chaos. My knights will have no food or salt to eat. A large number of knights will leave me. As long as my defense becomes lax, the New Party will kill me. He doesn't even have to do it himself. But I know, I know this, what ability do I have to resist? No, not at all. The nobles around me won't help me, and the old man Windsor won't sell me salt. I'm done, I'm done, you know?"

The hysterical roar of Viscount Silver Wing continued, his eyes were bloodshot, full of fear and despair.

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

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

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

But what's the use of guessing it? He is just a viscount, a country viscount, what ability do he have to resist those with huge connections and huge energy.

Orange's new nobles, Luther, Pompey?

"That damned brat."

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

Figo was speechless.

The strengths were really not on the same level. Although Viscount Silver Wing had military and political power, it was limited to his own territory.

Even if all the troops in the territory were gathered, they would not be the opponent of the Great Knight of the Pompeii Family.

What's more, the Pompeii Family was currently a vassal of the Barton Family, and the Barton Family would not sit idly by.

Not to mention the connections, Viscount Silver Wing is just a country viscount. Moreover, the viscount can't even get along well with the great nobles in the countryside, and he is even more hostile to the Earl of Windsor.

Not to mention the whole of Orange.

No matter from which aspect, the viscount in front of him has no ability to resist Luther Pompey.

"Damn, that bastard. If the sword hadn't been cut that night, there would be no disaster today." Figo couldn't help but curse the guard knight who cut off Newton's arm that night.

The viscount was desperate, hysterical, terrified, and hideous.

He had already given up on himself.

But as the knight leader of the Silver Wing family, Figo couldn't watch the Silver Wing family perish at this moment.

"For the current situation, we will first collect some food from the homes of the vassals and the hands of the farmers to stabilize the situation, and then send people to the Golden City to report everything to the Earl 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 Viscount 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."

Viscount Silver Wing laughed desperately.

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

"Do it yourself, I always feel that it will not work." Viscount Silver Wing collapsed on the throne, staring at the top of the hall without a soul, and muttered: "I actually want to ask Luther and Pompey in person now."

"Can I fucking apologize?"