Silver Wing Castle, the outer perimeter of the castle is heavily guarded.
The castle was brightly lit. Upstairs and downstairs, the male and female servants remained silent and moved very quietly, fearing that they would make any noise.
Because now the Viscount is almost going crazy.
The castle seemed to have turned into a battlefield, and the anger was very depressing.
In the hall, the magic-driven lamps are emitting a soft light. This kind of light is of course much more beautiful than the light of candles. Of course, it is also very valuable. Only the nobles and 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 Silver Winged Viscount.
There is an oil painting hanging on the throne, and the owner of the portrait is the first Viscount Silver Wing.
The contemporary Mr. Silver Wing Viscount is sitting on the throne, his face is frighteningly pale, not because he is afraid, but because he is angry. His hands are tightly grasping the armrests. If the throne was not made of special materials, it would have been crushed long ago.
The knight commander, Figo the Executor, stood on the right side of the Viscount, with a solemn expression on his face.
There were four people standing below, all of whom were Thor's assistants. The four people were trembling even more, as if they were four mice trying their best to avoid the aura emanating from the cat, but in vain.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Mr. Viscount roared ferociously, no longer showing the elegance of a nobleman.
The four assistants looked at me, and I looked at you. Finally, one assistant gritted his teeth and walked out. He said fearfully: "Mr. Viscount, Mr. Thor's family is missing, and the valuable furniture in his home is also missing. The four of us investigated.
Suddenly, I found that all the food and salt reserves in the cities in the territory were gone."
At this point, the assistant gritted his teeth and said: "We also learned that there are also problems with the supply of private shops, salt, and food in the territory."
"Ahhh!" Viscount Silver Wing's eyes widened, and colorless fighting energy spurted out from his body. The Viscount punched out with his right fist, and a line of fighting energy spurted out along with his fist.
The fighting spirit penetrated the assistant's chest, and the strong cutting force cut the assistant's body from the inside, eventually turning it into pieces of corpses on the ground.
"Ahhhh."
When the other three assistants saw this scene, they were so frightened that they shouted to the sky. Two of them fainted, and the remaining one also collapsed on the ground.
terrible.
"Come here, clear them out." Figo shouted, calling a team of guards to clean 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.
"Lord Viscount, there is no need to think too much about this. This must be Luther and Pompeii's strategy. As long as our salt and food are cut off, there will be chaos in the territory. There is no use being angry now. We should find a way to solve this problem.
Otherwise, not to mention ordinary residents, even the food for the guardian knights may not be able to maintain supply."
Figo took a deep breath, stepped forward, bent down, and said in a deep voice.
"What else can I do? That guy has connections and military power. He is already considered a big shot in the whole of Orange. How can I deal with him?"
Viscount Silver Wing's voice was a little hysterical.
Until not long ago, Viscount Silver Wing didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but he just fucked a few women? But at this moment, Viscount regretted it in his heart.
There is a saying that goes well: Don’t give up until you reach the Yellow River.
When fear is fear, it can make people sleepless at night. When fear really strikes, it can make people feel hopeless and even drive them crazy.
"I understand his plan. He wants to mess up my territory. My residents will be in chaos. My knights will have no food and salt to eat. A large number of knights will leave me. As long as
If my defense becomes lax, then 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 big nobles around me don't
Will help me, that old guy from Windsor won’t even sell me salt, I’m done, I’m done, you know?”
Viscount Silver Wing's hysterical roar continued, his eyes were blood red, full of fear and despair.
Mr. Viscount was not too stupid, and Luther's plan was not too secretive, so he guessed it immediately.
The last person to take action is probably the New Party.
Luther, Pompeii would not be stupid enough to kill a great nobleman with his own hands.
But what's the use of guessing? He is just a viscount, a country viscount. How can he resist someone with huge connections and energy?
What about the Orange Nouveau riche, Luther, and Pompeii?
"That nasty little devil."
Mr. Viscount's expression was both terrifying and desperate.
Figo couldn't help but be speechless.
The strength is really not on the same level. Although Viscount Silver Wing has military and political power, it is limited to his own territory.
Even if all the troops in the territory were gathered, they would not be a match for the great knights of the Pompeii family.
What's more, the Pompeii family is still a vassal of the Barton family, and the Barton family will not sit idly by.
Not to mention the connections, Viscount Silver Wing is just a country viscount. Moreover, even the viscount, even a big country noble, has a bad relationship with him, and he is even more at odds with the Earl of Windsor.
Let alone all of Orange.
No matter from any aspect, the Viscount in front of him has no ability to resist Luther Pompey.
"Damn, that bastard. If that sword hadn't been struck that night, there would have been no trouble today." Figo couldn't help but cursed in his heart the guarding knight who cut off Newton's arm that night.
The Viscount was desperate, hysterical, frightened, and ferocious.
I have given up on myself.
But as the knight commander of the Silver Wing family, Figo cannot just watch the Silver Wing family perish at this moment.
"In the current situation, we will first collect some food from the vassals' homes and farmers' hands to stabilize the situation, and then send people to the Golden City to report everything to the Count of Libya and ask the Consul to make the decision."
Figo thought of a way, the only way.
In the whole of Orange, only the Earl of Libya could stop Luther Pompey, who had such great power and was determined to kill Viscount Silver Wing.
"I heard that Luther and Pompey had a very good personal relationship with Al-Libya, and the two people also had very close business contacts."
Viscount Silver Wing said with a desperate smile.
"You have to try, you can't just sit back and wait for death." Figo insisted: "Moreover, the current situation in Orange is not stable, and the new party is operating secretly. Your Excellency, the Earl, must not want anything to happen to the Silver Wings and weaken it.
The power of nobles."
"You can do it yourself. I always feel that it won't work." Viscount Silver Wing slumped on the throne, looked at the top of the hall godlessly, and murmured: "I actually want to ask Luther in person now, Pompeii