"You're finished, Luther. You're finished. Even if you have a gold mine in your house, you can't hold out."

City Hall, inside the mayor's office.

The Governor of White Eagle Territory, Luther Pompeii, and the Consul of White Eagle Territory, Mr. Lelouch, the Mayor of Pompeii, are enjoying afternoon tea together.

The afternoon tea was served with black tea and biscuits, and Luther asked for a steak.

As a meat eater, Luther also eats meat during afternoon tea.

The mayor looked a little anxious, refusing to drink tea or eat biscuits, and pacing back and forth in the office.

"Mr. Mayor, please don't be like this. I feel a little dizzy." Luther said while eating steak, puffing his cheeks.

"Luther, do you know how many adults there are in the White Eagle Territory now?" Mr. Lelouch slapped his hands on the table, lying in front of Luther, looking down at him with a fierce look.

"Well, I haven't known about this. But it should be around two million." Luther swallowed the meat, pinched his chin and asked.

He is a lord and captain who only knows the general direction and has no interest in knowing how many adult people there are in the territory.

"A population of more than 2.15 million." Mr. Lelouch understood very well and continued to look at Luther eagerly.

"My guess was pretty accurate." Luther was a little surprised. He made a scissors hand gesture to Mr. Lelouch and continued eating steak.

"You prodigal son." Lelouch took Luther's fork away angrily, and then continued to pace: "Two million, one hundred and fifty thousand adults, do you know how many children this means? A noble family will have at least two children, and peasants can have even more. That means there will definitely be one million children, maybe even two million. I did a little research, and 80% of the children are interested in enrolling, and 60% of them are more interested in the Knight School. Let's count a little less, at least half a million children intend to enter the Knight School and become a Knight. Congratulations, great Mr. Pompeii Knight, you will have at least half a million knights in the future."

"Isn't this a good thing? Maybe in the future we will enter an era of universal knights." Luther's eyes lit up. With 500,000 knights, I can sweep the kingdom.

Lelouch had nothing to say. He touched his forehead and said, "Do you know how much it costs to train 500,000 knights? Teacher, catering. Your family has no mines, and you will become a pauper sooner or later."

"I have a planet at home." Luther replied in his heart, but he also patted Lelouch on the shoulder with a serious expression and said, "Don't worry, Lelouch. When Pompey is strong enough, I will tell you a big secret. But before that, let me remind you that I can support the education expenses of 500,000 prospective knights' children."

Lelouch was stunned for a moment, then looked at Luther eagerly and asked, "What's your secret?"

"You know, Lelouch, you are an ordinary person. Even if you take the potion and become a knight, you are still a low-level knight. It is easy for wizards to get information. So I can't tell you."

Luther shrugged and continued eating his steak.

Lelouch wanted to beat up Luther for his poisonous mouth.

But I finally feel relieved.

He has been really scared these days. Damn, so many civilians are going to receive knight education. If successful, the future may really usher in an era of universal knighthood.

Don’t even mention the huge amount of money that would require.

Lelouch looked in the mirror in the morning and saw that he had more wrinkles on his forehead.

The heavy pressure almost made him kneel down.

At this moment, an official came in and reported: "Governor, Mr. Mayor, a man who claims to be the Marquis of Stanford wants to see you."

"Marquis Stanford?" Luther and Lelouch looked at each other and saw doubt in each other's eyes.

Anyway, there is no Marquis of Stanford in the whole of Orange, so could the other party be a noble of the king’s court, or a noble of another country?

All in all, we have no relationship with him.

When they heard footsteps, Luther and Lelouch stood up and walked to the door to greet each other. They shook hands.

"Hello Mr. Marquis Stanford, I am Luther Pompey, the governor of the White Eagle, and this is Mr. Lelouch, the governor and mayor of Pompey."

Luther introduced himself and then introduced Lelouch.

"Hello, Mr. Governor, Mr. Consul. I am William Stanford," said the Marquis of Stanford.

After a brief greeting, both parties sat down. Although this was Lelouch's office, Luther sat in the main seat.

Luther took a quick look at the strange Marquis. He looked very elegant, both in his manners and in his dress.

This temperament is a disease that is deeply rooted in the bones of the aristocrats, an aristocratic disease.

The other party should be a noble, but I have never heard of the Marquis of Stanford, so I am skeptical. Luther asked very bluntly: "Please don't mind, Mr. Stanford. I am ignorant and don't know where you are from, Mr. Stanford. Are you a noble in the king's court or a noble in another country?"

"I am neither a court noble of the King of Prussia, nor a noble of any other country. I am an immortal, a vampire." Mr. Marquis Stanford said these somewhat scary words with a smile.

“Blood clan!!!”

Luther and Lelouch looked at each other.

Luther looked at Mr. Marquis Stanford more seriously, not because he was worried or afraid. After all, there was an Eagle King in the sky to protect him.

I looked at him seriously because the Marquis of Stanford was a strong man.

The vampires claim to be true aristocrats. They have long lives, very elegant manners, and are good at various arts. Every vampire is also a very knowledgeable scholar.

All in all, most of them are peace lovers.

The reason for this is that some of the vampires' desires are suppressed to an extremely low level, such as having sex and fighting.

Vampires have long lives, and because they have little interest in sex, their fertility rate is very low. Most of them are also not interested in having a first embrace and producing human offspring.

So the number of races remained extremely low.

Every vampire has a title, namely king, duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron.

But unlike human titles, their hierarchy is very strict. A duke is definitely stronger than a marquis, and a marquis is definitely stronger than an earl.

The fighting power of their Marquis is even stronger than that of human knights.

Of course, vampires don’t like fighting, so unless their lives are threatened or their king summons them, they are generally harmless.

It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not.

Retracting his gaze, Luther asked directly: "Why did you come to my territory and visit me?"

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