The lights were on in the castle. Upstairs and downstairs, the servants and maids were silent and moved very cautiously, 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 atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Inside the hall, magic-driven lamps were emitting soft light. This light was certainly much more beautiful than candle light, and of course it was also very valuable. Only the nobles and wealthy people could afford it.

In the hall, a red carpet was laid from the door to the foot of the wall. At the end of the red carpet was the throne of Viscount Silver Wing.

There is an oil painting hanging on the throne, and the owner of the portrait is the first Viscount Silver Wing.

The contemporary Viscount Silver Wing sat on the throne, his face pale and frightening. This was not because he was afraid, but because he was angry. His hands tightly grasped the armrests. If it weren't for the special material of the throne, it would have been crushed long ago.

The Knight Commander, the Slayer Figo, stood on the right side of the Viscount, his face also looking extremely solemn.

There were four people standing below, all of them were Thor's assistants. The four of them were trembling, as if they were four mice, trying their best to avoid the aura emitted by a cat, but to no avail.

"Tell me, what's going on?" The Viscount roared ferociously, without any aristocratic elegance.

The four assistants looked at each other, and finally one of them came out with gritted teeth. He said in fear, "Mr. Viscount, Mr. Thor's family is missing, and even the valuable furniture in the house is gone. The four of us investigated and found that all the food and salt reserves in the cities in the territory are gone."

At this point, the assistant gritted his teeth and said, "We also learned that there are problems with the supply of salt and food in the private shops in the territory."

"Ahhh!" Viscount Silver Wing's eyes widened and colorless fighting spirit gushed out of his body. The Viscount punched out with his right fist and a stream of fighting spirit gushed out along with his fist.

The fighting spirit penetrated the assistant's chest, and the powerful cutting force cut the assistant's body from the inside, eventually turning it into pieces on the ground.

“Ahhh.”

When the other three assistants saw this scene, they were so frightened that they screamed to the sky, two of them fainted, and the remaining one collapsed to the ground.

It's so scary.

"Someone, clean them out." Figo shouted and called 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.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to think too much about this. This must be the strategy of Luther and Pompey. As long as they cut off our salt and food, chaos will occur in the territory. It is useless to be angry now. We should find a way to solve this matter. Otherwise, let alone ordinary residents, even the food supply of the guardian knights may not be maintained."

Figo took a deep breath, stepped forward, bent down, and spoke in a deep voice.

"What else can I do? That guy has connections and military power. He's considered a big shot in all of Orange. How can I deal with him?"

Viscount Silver Wing's voice was a little hysterical.

Until recently, Viscount Silver Wing did not think he had done anything wrong. It was just a matter of having sex with a few women. But now, Viscount regretted it in his heart.

There is a saying that goes, don’t give up until you reach the Yellow River.

When fear is real, it can keep people awake at night. When fear really strikes, it can make people feel desperate or even drive them crazy.

"I understand his plan. He wants to mess up my territory. My residents will be in chaos, and my knights will have no food or salt to eat. A large number of knights will leave me. As long as my defense becomes lax, the new party will kill me. He doesn't even have to do it himself. But I know this. I know this. What ability do I have to resist? No, not at all. The great nobles around me will not help me, and that old man Windsor will not sell salt to me. I'm finished. I'm finished, do you know?"

Viscount Silver Wing's hysterical roar continued, his eyes were bloodshot, full of fear and despair.

The final person to take action may be the New Party.

Luther, Pompey would not be stupid enough to kill a great noble with his own hands.

But what's the point of guessing it? He is just a viscount, a country viscount. How can he resist someone with huge connections and huge power?

What about the Orange Upstarts, Luther, and Pompey?

"That damned little devil."

The Viscount's expression was both hideous and terrifying, as well as desperate and violent.

Figo was 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 knight of the Pompeii family.

What's more, the Pompey family is currently a vassal of the Patton family, and the Patton family will not sit idly by.

Not to mention the connections, Viscount Silver Wing is just a country viscount. Moreover, the viscount cannot even get along well with the country nobles, and he is even more hostile to the Earl of Windsor.

Not to mention in Orange as a whole.

No matter from which aspect, the Viscount in front of him had no ability to resist Luther Pompey.

"Damn, that bastard. If he hadn't chopped down with that sword that night, there wouldn't have been such a disaster today." Figo couldn't help but curse in his heart the guard knight who cut off Newton's arm that night.

The Viscount was desperate, hysterical, terrified and hideous.

Already gave up on himself.

But as the Knight Commander of the Silver Wing Family, Figo could not just watch the Silver Wing Family perish.

"For the current situation, we will first collect some food from the homes of the vassals and the hands of the peasants to stabilize the situation, and then send people to the Golden City to report everything to the Count of Libya and ask His Excellency the Archon to make the decision."

Figo thought of a way, the only way.

In the whole of Orange, only the Count of Libya can stop Luther Pompey, who possesses such great power and is determined to kill Viscount Silver Wing.

"I heard that Luther Pompey and Al Libya have a very good personal relationship, and the two have very close business dealings."

Viscount Silver Wing laughed desperately.

"We have to try and not just sit there and wait for death." Figo insisted, "Besides, the current situation in Orange is not stable, and the New Party is operating in secret. The Earl would not want anything to happen to Silver Wing and weaken the power of the nobles."

"You can do it yourself. I always feel that it will not work." Viscount Silver Wing slumped on the throne, staring blankly at the top of the hall, and muttered: "I actually want to ask Luther and Pompey in person now."

"Can I fucking apologize?"

(End of this chapter)