At this moment, there was a sound of wheels. Luther and others looked up and saw a group of people and horses slowly walking towards this side surrounded by a golden carriage.
The style of this horse carriage is similar to that of Alice's carriage. You can tell at a glance that it comes from the same source. Plus, the coat of arms hanging on the outside of this carriage.
Two upright tigers hold a crown.
Luther knew that someone from the Habsburg family should be here.
I just don’t know whether it’s Mrs. Smith, the main person in charge of the Habs family, or who it is.
Soon after, the carriage stopped. A knight came to the carriage, opened the door, and helped a lady out.
Her exquisite makeup and well-maintained figure make her look like a beautiful woman in her forties, but the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes betray her age.
It was Mrs. Smith.
"Grandma." However, Luther had never seen Mrs. Smith. As he was making guesses and looking at her, Alice ran over with her skirt in hand and gave Mrs. Smith a hug.
This lady's identity was indirectly confirmed.
"My little dear." Mrs. Smith kissed Alice's face and got tired of Alice for a while. Then Mrs. Smith came to Luther.
"I am Luther Pompeii, Acting Lord of Pompeii. Hello, noble lady."
Luther put his right hand on his chest very gracefully and bowed to Mrs. Smith.
"Hello, handsome Mr. Knight of Pompeii." Mrs. Smith also smiled politely. After meeting him, she looked at Luther's appearance carefully, with a fascinated smile on her face.
It seems like he is looking at his grandson-in-law?
Luther was so scared that he felt like he was looking at him like this.
"You came to Pompeii because you are very interested in my proposal, right?" Luther quickly started the topic and said.
"You plan to provide us with land to build factories with a preferential tax plan and a low price, and sell us a piece of land that can be used to develop real estate at a low price. I am indeed more interested in this."
Mrs. Smith nodded and said.
She was wearing a pair of white gloves. An older woman always pays great attention to her skin. She pointed to the land below with her right hand wearing white gloves and asked: "This is what Pompeii sold to me."
Land for your lovely granddaughter to build a ranch?”
"No, your granddaughter's ranch is still about five kilometers to the west." Luther smiled and shook his head.
"It seems that your plan for Pompeii is very grand." Mrs. Smith was obviously more experienced than Alice. She guessed the scale of Luther's construction of the Pompeii metropolis and was slightly surprised by it.
It could be a very large metropolis.
"You are exaggerating." Luther bowed gracefully.
"Then where is this place?" Mrs. Smith asked again.
"This will be an industrial park, and if nothing else happens, the Habs family's factory will be built here." Luther said with a smile.
"You are very confident about Habbs moving his property to Pompeii." Mrs. Smith's face showed a half-smile.
"Since you are interested in Pompeii, I believe you will make up your mind to move here." Luther bowed again.
"Can I take a moment to speak?" Mrs. Smith said suddenly.
"Please." Luther was a little surprised, but still said.
While talking, the two of them had already left the crowd and came to a remote place where they were guaranteed not to be heard even by the knights.
"Please tell me," Luther said.
"You also know the origin of our Habs family and the purpose of our Habs family. Although I can't judge Pompeii's future yet, I can see from your handwriting and ambition that your future will definitely be
Baron Barton is more glorious than Viscount Silver Wing, and has even become a great nobleman in the upper reaches of Orange. So I hope you will agree to Habbs' request without signing an agreement or even guaranteeing it."
Mrs. Smith's face suddenly became extremely serious.
Thinking about Habbs's origins and Mrs. Smith's tone, Luther probably guessed something.
"The former Habsburg dynasty has been destroyed, and a brand new kingdom has been established on its ruins. The power of this kingdom is even equal to that of the Kingdom of Prussia. You think too highly of me, Mrs. Smith."
Luther expressed his inability to do anything about it.
Luther understood very well the determination of a group of royal descendants who had lost their thrones for restoration. He admired the resilience of the Habsburg family, but regretted their success.
Luther could do nothing to help Habsburg unless he became King of Prussia.
Besides, if Luther really became the King of Prussia, he would not mobilize the power of the whole country to attack a kingdom just for the sake of an agreement.
If war was really launched, Luther would only do it for himself.
"This is just a verbal agreement, you don't even need to abide by it." Mrs. Smith's face changed slightly, and she didn't expect Luther to be so determined.
Luther shrugged, and then said: "Because you said so, I am honest. The Pompeii family will not help you to do an impossible thing. If you really want to let Ha
In order for the Booth family to regain the throne, it is better to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the development of Pompeii in order to obtain more benefits and form a stronger knights. Only by having strength first can we accomplish great things."
Luther could not give Mrs. Smith better advice, because no matter what kind of economy Mrs. Smith gained during this metropolitan development.
But it is impossible to compete with a kingdom.
But this is indeed a hope, a more tangible hope than a politician's illusory promise.
As a politician, Luther could have opened his eyes and told lies and agreed. But since he wanted to cooperate with the Habs family, he should be honest to avoid unpleasant troubles in the future.
Luther was always kind and tolerant towards his partners and friends.
"Thank you, the next generation of Pompeii Knights." Mrs. Smith bent towards Luther, her face looking better.
But there was still confusion in his eyes from time to time, obviously he was very confused about the future of his family.
Luther could only express his helplessness.
The matter with the Habs family is a deep pit, a big pit.
Soon after, the two people ended the conversation and returned to the crowd. Alice grabbed Mrs. Smith's arm and asked curiously: "Grandma, what did you talk about with Luther?"
"The Habbs family decided to move their main business to Pompeii." Mrs. Smith did not reveal anything in front of her granddaughter. She pinched Alice's smooth and elastic face and said with a smile.
"That Mr. Viscount will definitely be mad." Alice gloated.
The Viscount is of course referring to Mr. Viscount Silver Wing. This contemporary Viscount Silver Wing is of the same race as Mrs. Smith, and their blood relationship is relatively close.
The Habs family's industry has always been in Silver Wing City, which has provided Silver Wing City with a steady stream of tax revenue, created jobs, and made Silver Wing City more prosperous.
The departure of the Habs family will definitely be a big blow to Silver Wing City.
Miss Alice and Viscount Silver Wing are having some trouble getting along.