It’s a dark night with shining stars and a bright moon in the sky.

Silver Wing City, Viscount Castle.

The castle covers a large area and is five stories high. The strength of the Viscount of Silver Wing is only in the middle and lower reaches of Orange, but the scale of the castle is in the upper and middle reaches.

At this moment, the security in the castle was very strict. The watchtower, the circular platform, and the walls outside the castle were all filled with soldiers and knights.

In the dark corners of the castle, many knights were napping against the walls.

For the knights, they could hear it very clearly even when they were dozing off.

Not only was the security tight, but there were also significantly more knights protecting the castle.

This is all due to one reason. Viscount Silver Wing is a little worried.

This is normal.

Although Orange was an autonomous province of the great nobles, the Count of Libya was the consul and his status was higher than that of all the great nobles. Below him were the autonomous territories of the great nobles, and every year they had to pay a sum of gold coins to the Count of Libya according to the size of the territory.

But this is not protection money.

This money will be used for many things, such as issuing a reward for wanted thieves, etc.

In short, the great nobles of Orange were a close alliance. They united under the command of the Count of Libya and maintained the laws that protected the nobility.

Privileges of the great nobles, inheritance of territories, etc.

In such a situation, there is a force that can bypass the laws of the nobles and directly take their lives.

That is the New Party.

The New Party has been very active recently, and the great nobles are stepping up their vigilance.

But Viscount Silver Wing is a little abnormal, because the Viscount has to guard against not only the New Party, but also threats from another side.

That's what's strange.

It was still early at this moment, and the lights in many rooms in the castle were on. The maids were preparing the viscount for bed in the brightly lit rooms.

Because a strategy has been implemented in the castle, the Viscount no longer sleeps and rests in a specific room, but chooses ten rooms. The Viscount will irregularly choose a house to live in before going to bed.

Viscount Silver Wing was a little nervous.

It all started with that damn kid.

In the living room on the second floor of the castle, Viscount Silver Wing was wearing pajamas and looked very relaxed. However, the expression on his face did not look relaxed at all.

Instead, his eyes were bloodshot and his eye sockets were dark.

The Viscount hasn't slept well for several days.

In front of the Viscount stood a knight who looked a little soft and frail. It was the Viscount's Knight Commander, Figo the Slayer.

His arm that was cut off by Old Thor has been reattached by a wizard, but its movement has been slightly affected.

"That bastard brat really wants to deal with me, a real noble, this arrogant brat." The Viscount was very irritable and restless. Sometimes he sat down, sometimes he stood up. Soon he took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet and blew it directly with his mouth.

There was a little surprise.

Because of the Earl of Windsor's hostility, the Viscount was a little wary of the Earl of Windsor, so he placed spies in the Earl of Windsor's castle.

This eye saw Luther going to meet with Earl Windsor, but did not hear what Earl Windsor talked about with Luther.

This is absolutely a humiliation for the Viscount.

A sad news.

After the fierce fight at night in Kaiyue City, the Pompeii family, as the party involved, sent the next generation of Pompeii Knights to visit Earl Windsor, who was at odds with Viscount Silver Wing.

It's definitely not a good thing.

And it was Luther who came to visit.

These two guys are going to join forces to deal with him, and Luther is the leader.

The heir to a knight family, a little devil.

He actually planned to deal with a great nobleman.

He suffered a loss.

But the little devil held on tightly and was determined to get him.

When Viscount Silver Wing thought about this, he felt his face getting hot. He really brought shame to his ancestors.

Unfortunately, the heir to this knight family, the little brat, has extremely great power.

There is a big knight with a dad on his head.

Guarantee by force.

Pompeii is currently expanding at such a fast pace.

The Viscount estimated that the other party had little financial resources.

But the other party has connections.

Among the richest people in Golden City, none of them does not have a noble background.

If that little devil wanted to deal with him, there would be many ways to do it.

Even more unfortunately, although the Viscount had accidentally observed Luther's meeting with the Earl of Windsor and knew that the little devil wanted to deal with him, he did not hear the exact plan.

How does it feel?

The house was on fire, but the people inside found that the doors and windows were closed.

This is what made the Viscount restless and unable to sleep.

"Your Excellency, Viscount, I think we should think of a way to ease the relationship with the Pompey family." Figo said, bending over.

"Let me bow to a knight family? That's impossible." Viscount Silver Wing felt excited for a moment, but was immediately replaced by toughness.

It's really hard to accept the loss of face.

If he really bowed his head, Viscount Silver Wing would become a laughing stock among all the Orange nobles.

Moreover, Viscount Silver Wing has the qualifications to be tough.

"I don't believe that he really dares to kill me. At most, he will just cause me trouble." The Viscount said with a sneer.

In the political environment of Orange, the Earl of Libya, who backs the nobles, is the basis of the Viscount's toughness.

"But the new party." Figo said after a moment's hesitation.

"Damn it." The Viscount's face suddenly changed. He kicked a chair away and roared, "Those thugs should all be hanged."

Figo touched the Viscount's pain.

The Pompey family naturally did not dare to kill him, but the New Party did.

If that kid creates any trouble for him, the New Party will take advantage of it.

When the Viscount thought of this, his head started to buzz. But he just didn't want to bow to Luther, that brat Pompey.

And bowing your head may not necessarily help.

"Someone, come here, where are all the maids? Bring me ten beautiful maids." The Viscount roared and decided to have some fun first.

If he continued thinking like this, his head would explode.

He didn't care about his pants and got into trouble. After getting into trouble, he had no ability to solve the problem. He didn't even have the patience to think about it. Instead, he hung out with the maids in the castle.

Moreover, the new party is watching covetously in secret, and a storm that may sweep across the entire Kingdom of Prussia is about to come.

Knight Commander Figo couldn't help but sigh as he watched Viscount Silver Wing hugging the maid and leaving.

Feeling sad.

"Silver Wing Family, is there any way out?"

Figo's family has served the Silver Wing Family for more than two hundred years, and he really does not want the Silver Wing Family to perish because of this.

(End of this chapter)