Chapter 523: Going to a Meeting Alone!!

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

He stole the element furnace of the ancient magic city, which is the "energy core" of the magic city. It is of the second level, second only to the "eternal furnace", and is priceless.

To be honest, Luther's Pompeii magic city is not as high as this "element furnace".

He killed Augustus, the general of Omus City.

A legend!!!

Although it is a tradition for the Shadow Council to defeat the superior, it also requires some strength. Luther is just an elite intermediate knight now, and he killed the legendary Augustus.

If the upper class knew about this, wouldn't they be angry to death?

It's better not to touch this brow.

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

Although Luther complained about the defense 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 artworks, and most importantly, a prosperous population.

Although the population of Pompeii is increasing, it will take some time to match the population of the Golden City.

And Luther believes that if he gets the Golden City and the entire northern part of Orange, and combines Orange into one, then the Magic City of Pompeii will become the capital of this huge territory.

More people will go to Pompeii to live.

The most dazzling metropolis in Orange, no, the most dazzling 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 brought Miss Xinia to Chelsea Advertising Company on the bustling commercial street.

I remember that it was from here that I broke into the social circle of the Golden City and became a big man in Orange. Luther looked up at the sign, then walked in with a smile.

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

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" A waitress came out and saluted Luther.

"I'm Luther Pompey, I'm looking for Al, Libya." Luther bowed gracefully. The waitress was stunned, including several employees.

Luther Pompey!!!

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

The life of this big man is simply legendary. It took a long 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 that, the waitress ran away and bumped into a chair. The remaining employees respectfully invited Luther to go to Mr. Al's office.

Luther chose a cleaner chair to sit down, because Al, Libya is a guy who can play office romance.

Sitting in this guy's office, you need to be careful not to fall into the "trap" and get contaminated with something strange.

"You can just stand." Luther saw that Miss Xinia also wanted to sit, and said quickly.

Miss Xinia nodded readily.

Luther waited for a while, and two cups of hot coffee came up first. After a few sips of coffee, Al, the Libyan boy came running.

His clothes looked messy, and he was obviously in a hurry.

"Hi, Mr. Al." Luther smiled and gave Mr. Al a hug. From a personal point of view, the two were friends.

Mr. Al also hugged Luther, and then separated, complaining: "Luther, can you send someone to say hello before you come? Every time you are so hurried, it makes me very messy."

Luther thought about it and it was true. The last time he came to see Mr. Al was when Mr. Al and his mistress were having a tryst in the forest.

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

"Tell me, what do you want to see me for?" Mr. Al sat behind the desk and asked.

"It is indeed something." Luther smiled, and then said, "I want to see your lord, the Count of Libya."

"Why don't you just go to the Count directly?" Mr. Al rolled his eyes, joking, now White Eagle and Libya are on an equal footing, can't the heir of White Eagle see the Count of Libya casually?

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

"This is a private meeting, and it is impolite to visit without an introducer." Luther said with a smile.

Mr. Al was stunned when he heard this. He was not a fool, but quite smart and clever. He sensed a different taste from Luther's attitude.

He looked at Luther's expression carefully. Luther was serious like a general going to the battle.

"What do you want to do when you meet the Count?" Mr. Al asked tentatively.

"Private communication." Luther said with a smile, and his mouth was tight.

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

"Okay." Luther also stood up, took Miss Xinia and followed Mr. Al out, and sat in Mr. Al's exquisite carriage.

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

He had never seen Luther have a female companion before.

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

Mr. Al stopped talking immediately. You are sick, you have a red dragon and a white dragon? ? How many dragons do you want to raise?

There was no conversation along the way. Mr. Al brought Luther to the Earl's Mansion and asked Luther to sit in the hall. Then he went to the study on the second floor to find the Count of Libya.

The Count of Libya was still the same, with big and bright eyes, straight and sharp eyebrows like swords, and two big beards.

He was tall and strong, and had great authority.

This iron-fisted Earl had ruled Orange for many years. Before the rise of the White Eagle, he had always been the banner of Orange.

Even now.

When people mentioned Orange, the first person they thought of was the Count of Libya.

When Mr. Al came, the Count of Libya was writing poetry, which was his personal hobby. As a noble, he had been influenced by this since childhood.

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

"He came to see me through you?" Count Libya put down his pen, thinking 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 exactly does he want to do?" Count Libya was very puzzled. He opened the window and let the wind outside the window blow in.

The cool wind made his skin cool, but his mind was full of question marks.

Private meeting? !