Chapter 302 Marquis Stanford

"You're finished, Luther, you're finished. Even if you have a gold mine at home, you can't hold on."

In the mayor's office, in the city hall.

White Eagle Territory Governor Luther Pompeii, White Eagle Territory Consul, and Pompeii Mayor Mr. Lelouch are enjoying afternoon tea together.

Afternoon tea is served with black tea and biscuits, and Luther willfully asks for a steak.

As a meat eater, Luther also eats meat for afternoon tea.

Mr. Mayor looks a little anxious, walking back and forth in the office without drinking tea or eating biscuits.

"Mr. Mayor, please don't be like this, I feel a little dizzy." Luther said while eating steak, puffing his cheeks.

"Luther, do you know how many adults there are in White Eagle Territory now?" Mr. Lelouch slapped the table with both hands, and asked condescendingly in front of Luther.

"Uh, I haven't known about this. But it should be around two million." Luther swallowed the meat, pinched his chin and asked.

He is a lord, a captain, who only knows the general direction and has no interest in knowing how many adults there are in the territory.

"More than 2.15 million people." Mr. Lelouch knows very well and continues to look at Luther with a covetous look.

"My guess is quite accurate." Luther was a little surprised, made a scissors hand gesture to Mr. Lelouch, and then continued to eat steak.

"You prodigal son." Lelouch took Luther's fork away angrily, and then continued to pace: "Two million and one hundred and fifty thousand adults, do you know how many children this means? A noble family will have at least two children, and peasants can have more children. That means there will definitely be one million children, and maybe even two million. I did a little research, and 80% of the children are interested in enrolling, and 60% of the children are more interested in the Knight School. Let's count a little less, at least 500,000 children intend to enter the Knight School and become a Knight. Congratulations, the great Pompeii Knight, you will have at least 500,000 knights in the future."

"Isn't this a good thing? Maybe in the future we will enter the era of universal knights." Luther's eyes lit up a little, with 500,000 knights, I can sweep the kingdom.

Lelouch had nothing to say. He touched his forehead and said, "Do you know how much it costs to train 500,000 knights? Teacher, catering. Your family has no mines, Luther, and you will become a pauper sooner or later."

"My family has planets." Luther replied in his heart, but he patted Lelouch on the shoulder with a serious face and said, "Don't worry, Lelouch. When Pompey is strong enough, I will tell you a big secret. But before that, I will remind you that I can support the education expenses of 500,000 prospective knights."

Lelouch was stunned for a moment, then looked at Luther with a fierce look and asked, "What secret do you have?"

"You know, Lelouch, you are an ordinary person. Even if you take magic potions and become a knight, you are still a low-level knight. It is easy for wizards to snoop on your intelligence, so I can't tell you."

Luther shrugged and continued to eat steak.

Lelouch wanted to beat Luther up for his poisonous mouth.

But he finally felt relieved.

He was really scared these days. Damn, so many civilians have to receive knight education. If it succeeds, the future may really enter the era of universal knights.

Forget about the huge amount of money that is needed.

Lelouch looked in the mirror in the morning and saw that the wrinkles on his forehead had increased.

The heavy pressure almost made him kneel down.

At this moment, an official came in from outside and reported: "Governor, Mr. Mayor, there is a man who claims to be the Marquis of Stanford who wants to see you."

"Marquis of Stanford?" Luther and Lelouch looked at each other, and both saw the word doubt in each other's eyes.

Anyway, there is no Marquis of Stanford in the whole of Orange, so is the other party a noble of the king's court, or a noble of another country?

In short, we have no friendship.

But since the other party came to ask for an interview, we must meet him. So Luther asked someone to come in and clean up the tableware and food for afternoon tea, and then let the official go to greet the other party.

When they heard the footsteps, Luther and Lelouch stood up and went to the door to greet each other. The two sides shook hands.

"Hello, Mr. Marquis Stanford. I am Luther Pompeii, the governor of White Eagle, and this is Mr. Lelouch, the governor and mayor of Pompeii."

Luther introduced himself and then Lelouch.

"Hello, Mr. Governor, Mr. Governor. I am William Stanford." Marquis Stanford also said.

After a brief greeting, both parties sat down. Although this is Lelouch's office, Luther sat in the main seat.

Luther took a quick look at the strange Marquis. He looked very elegant, whether in his manners or his dress.

This kind of temperament is a disease that goes deep into the bones of the nobles, the aristocratic disease.

The other party should be a noble, but I have never heard of this Marquis Stanford, so I am skeptical. Luther asked very bluntly: "Please don't mind, Mr. Stanford. I am ignorant and don't know where you are from, Mr. Stanford. Are you a noble of the king's court or a noble of another country?"

"I am neither a noble of the king of Prussia nor a noble of another country. I am an immortal, a blood race." Mr. Marquis Stanford smiled and said these somewhat scary words.

"Blood race!!!"

Luther and Lelouch looked at each other.

Luther looked at Mr. Marquis Stanford more seriously, not because he was worried or afraid. After all, there is an Eagle King protecting him in the sky.

He looked seriously because Mr. Marquis Stanford was a strong man.

Blood races claim to be true nobles. They have long lives, very elegant manners, and are good at various arts. Every blood race is also a very, very knowledgeable scholar.

In short, most of them are peace lovers.

The reason for this is that some of the vampires' desires are suppressed to a very low level, such as sex and fighting.

The vampires have a long lifespan. Because they have little interest in sex, their fertility rate is very low, and most of them are not interested in the first embrace and developing human offspring.

So the number of races remains at a very low level.

Every vampire has a title, namely king, duke, marquis, earl, son, and man.

But unlike human titles, their hierarchy is very strict. A duke must be stronger than a marquis, and a marquis must be stronger than an earl.

And the combat power of their marquis is even stronger than that of a human knight.

Of course, because the vampires don't like fighting very much, they are generally harmless unless their lives are threatened or their king summons them.

It doesn't matter whether they are strong or not.

Retracting his gaze, Luther asked directly: "Why did you arrive in my territory and visit me?"

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