Chapter 397 Envy, Jealousy and Hatred

Orange.

It is the end of January now, and the weather is still a little cold. But Orange has always been hot, so this cold will not last long.

It should be warmer in February, and the farmers will start farming.

The situation in Orange has not changed much compared to before Luther left. The new party does the new party, and the three nobles do the three nobles, and generally everything is peaceful.

Golden City!

This largest city in Orange has become much more depressed and solemn.

Although this city is also full of traces of magic, it is not a magic city. There is no strong defense and offensive system, and there is no powerful tower spirit that can coordinate everything.

Therefore, this city still needs to rely on knights to check the passing crowd.

Although the city is much more depressed, the crowd is still relatively dense. The knights have a lot of work to do and the inspection is also very strict.

This makes Luther and Old Thor difficult.

There is a village northwest of the Golden City. In a house in the village, there is a teleportation point set up by the king's spies.

Old Sol, Luther, and the Eagle King passed through this teleportation point and returned to Orange.

Now Luther, Old Sol, and the Eagle King left the village and came to a remote place to sit down and discuss.

"There are two problems. One is that we are cooperating with Libya and Ferger to attack the New Party, so the king blocked the news for us and concealed the strength of our Earth Knights. But how can we enter the Golden City to discuss with the Earl without alerting anyone now?"

"The second is that the Earl agreed with us to launch an attack in May, and it's only February now. Is he well prepared?"

Old Sol sat cross-legged, facing Luther, and the Eagle King stood on Luther's shoulder.

An annoying fly flew by, and Old Sol pinched it to death and threw it away.

"Too disgusting." Luther looked at the pinched fly and thought.

"The second question is a problem, but the Count of Libya plans to attack the New Party in May, so it must be certain. Even if the preparations are insufficient now, you, father, can make up for it. The most important thing is that the blockade of the capital will only last for a month at most. If we don't act now, the New Party will know that we are going to attack the Orange New Party, and they will be prepared."

Luther originally supported his chin with his right hand, but he changed to touching his chin with his right hand while speaking, and said: "As for how to sneak into the Golden City quietly to meet the Count, it has to go through someone."

"Who?" asked Old Sol.

"Al, Libya, a playboy." Luther said.

"How to contact him?" asked Old Sol.

"I know this guy has a secret lover, who is settled in a villa northwest of the Golden City. Let's go and squat."

Luther said.

"Okay."

The father and son took action immediately.

………….

Three days later.

Northwest of the Golden City, near the huge mountains, there is a group of villas, but they are scattered and far from each other.

This place is very suitable for keeping a lover. Many bigwigs in the Golden City like to buy a villa here and keep a lover.

Among them is a villa at the foot of the mountain, with its back against the mountain, small maple forests on the left and right sides, an open area in front, and a small river flowing not far away.

The environment is very good and very suitable for leisure.

Fishing during the day, drinking afternoon tea, and painting oil paintings if you are interested.

It's so delicious.

As a playboy, Mr. Al knows how to enjoy himself.

Mr. Al is a member of the Libyan Earl's family and a wealthy man. He has many senior knights as guards when he goes in and out.

He brought his little lover, Mrs. Mosia, to the small maple forest and ordered the knight not to follow.

"Mr. Al, you really know how to play." A teasing voice sounded.

After a while, Luther and Old Sol came out from behind the maple tree, and Alena cast a soundproof barrier.

"Luther, you bastard. I will definitely kill you." Mr. Al was nervous and thought he had encountered a new party or a gangster attack. When he saw that the person coming was Luther, he immediately put his mind at ease and started to curse.

He stood up while cursing.

"Bang." With a sound, Mrs. Mosia fell to the ground.

"Mosia." Mr. Al was startled and hurried to help.

"She will sleep for a month." Luther said.

"What do you want to do, kid?" Mr. Al was really a little angry.

Bastard.

This guy.

"Let me show you this first." Luther took out the king's appointment document from the space ring and handed it to Mr. Al.

Mr. Al took it with doubt, and then his face changed drastically, looking at the father and son in front of him with great shock.

"White... White Eagle... Count???" Mr. Al, who was always slick, seemed to be a stutterer at this time, stammering.

Oh my God, what did this father and son do?

The king, who had not increased the number of nobles in real titles for hundreds of years, actually conferred a real earl.

This real earl was actually an old acquaintance, the Pompeii family.

You know, Mr. Al watched Luther "grow up".

He had to admit that Luther was really capable. He came to the Golden City alone and spent money to find him to enter the top rich circle.

He participated in one top ball after another and accumulated a strong network of contacts.

This is not something that ordinary people can do. As a partner of an advertising company, Mr. Al brought many people into the top circle, but only Luther could be so successful.

Eloquence, social skills.

Luther and Pompeii are both extremely powerful.

Later, the development of things was beyond Mr. Al's expectations. Luther Pompeii not only promoted Pompeii wine, but also used this deep network of contacts to make trouble.

First, he dealt with the Silver Wing Viscount, and then when the new party launched an attack, he seized six territories in one go and became the governor of the White Eagle Territory.

Become the only three great nobles in Orange at present.

This development is fucking fast enough.

In the blink of an eye, the governor became an earl again.

Is this a magic trick?

Are you a clown or a magician?

After being shocked, Mr. Al was a little furious. He threw away the commission document, jumped up, and pointed at Luther's nose and cursed.

"You bastard, you have turned over, right? You brought the commission document to shock me, right? I tell you, I will not be envious, jealous or hate, bastard."

In fact, Mr. Al was envious, this is the earl, bastard.

Even if it is a court title, it is enough gold to make Mr. Al dazzled. Not to mention the real title of a noble.

Damn it.

This bastard came back to show off, nakedly showing off.

Bastard.

Luther was scolded by Mr. Al, and spit flew in his face. While covering his face with his hands, he thought to himself, am I so superficial?