This historic castle is very magnificent. There is a huge iron gate at the front entrance, and a pair of knights are guarding the gate on both sides.

At this time, a team consisting of two carriages and eight knights arrived at the castle gate. One of the carriages was an old-fashioned carriage with an entirely wooden structure.

Outsiders cannot see the inside of the carriage.

"Who is it?" The knight guarding the gate stopped the team and asked the leader.

"It's me, Al, Libya." Mr. Al got out of the carriage.

"It's Mr. Al." The guarding knights immediately relaxed and saluted Mr. Al in unison.

"Let him go." said the leading knight.

"Wait." Mr. Al stopped the knight and then told the eight knights who were accompanying him, "Wait outside."

Having said this, Mr. Al walked in alone.

Although the Golden City is not a magic city, there are wizard towers everywhere. There is also a tower spirit in the Libyan Earl's castle. If Old Thor, the Eagle King, enters, he will be scanned out.

Then someone will know.

And now in this time of war, no one can say whether there are spies around the Libyan count.

Mr. Al entered the castle and came to the main part of the castle. He asked the butler standing in front of the door, "Where is the Count?"

"The Count is in the war room," the butler replied.

Mr. Al nodded, entered the hall, then turned left, passed many rooms along the way, and came to the outside of one of the rooms.

Outside the door stood two knights.

They are the confidant of the Earl of Libya, the Great Knight Nice, and the Great Knight Offa.

"Mr. Al." Two knights stopped Mr. Al, and Knight Nice said, "Sir, the Earl is discussing with Chief of Staff Mr. Omar, you cannot go in."

"Okay!" Mr. Al knew that it would be difficult to make concessions to the two great knights, and since they were already here, there was no need to waste time, so he nodded and began to wait.

Mr. Al was nervous and took out a cigar and lit it. His hand holding the cigar was still shaking slightly.

He never thought that he would encounter something like this today.

Earl White Eagle!!!

Inside the war room.

The layout was similar to that of a conference room, with a long conference table and twenty-one seats. On the wall hung a magic map, which glowed with white light, showing the entire territory of Orange.

On the ceiling was a magical lamp, and other parts of the room were covered in magical runes.

The Governor of Orange, His Excellency the Count of Libya, was sitting in front of the map, at the host's seat at the conference table, with his hands crossed on the table.

This Earl has always been known as the Iron-Fisted Earl. In addition, he has an extraordinary appearance and an aura, so he is very graceful.

But as the confrontation with the New Party continued, the Earl began to show signs of fatigue.

The Earl's chief of staff, Grand Knight Mr. Omar, sat in a seat below.

"Your Excellency, everything is going according to plan. The biggest uncertainty at the moment is whether the Eagle King of the White Eagle will join the battle. If the Eagle King joins the battle, then the attack plan has a 90% chance of success."

After some conversation, Knight Omar said.

The images of the father and son emerged in the Count of Libya's mind. The first time he heard the name Luther Pompey was because of Pompey wine.

The first time I met this father and son was at the Orange Council.

At that time, he was sitting in the conference room of the Governor's Palace, sitting in the Governor's seat, and next to him sat the traditional Orange nobles such as the Duke of Ferger and the Marquis of Parker.

Thinking about it now, it’s a bit sad.

After that meeting, the New Party broke out. Traditional aristocratic forces such as the Marquis of Parker were destroyed, but aristocratic forces such as the Pompeii family survived.

He also took the opportunity to expand the territory, upgrading six territories to the White Eagle Territory.

He even protected Baron Billy and Baron Philip.

They became the only three major aristocratic forces in Orange.

The Eagle King was indeed a powerful lawful creature. Whether or not the Eagle King participated in the battle was crucial to their action plan.

The little people back then have become the key to the battle now.

The Libyan Count's thoughts only flashed through his mind, but he remained calm on the surface, saying calmly: "Don't worry, the Pompey family will join the war. After all, they are nobles, and lords among the nobles."

The nobles rarely went along with the new party, and the Count of Libya believed more in the ambitions of Pompey and his son.

Only if the nobles win, the Pompeii family can continue to exist. If the nobles fail, Pompeii will perish. The Pompeii family will fight to the death.

The Count of Libya saw things clearly, just as Luther saw through the king.

All the nobles are a whole.

After the conversation, Earl of Libya and Knight Omar stood up together. Earl of Libya opened the door and walked out first, followed by Knight Omar.

"Your Excellency the Count." Mr. Al saluted to the Count of Libya.

"Al, what are you doing here?" The Libyan Count frowned. Although he liked Al very much because Al was a very interesting playboy.

But forget it now, in wartime, this kind of playboy is of no use.

"Knight Omar, please step aside first. I want to talk to His Excellency the Earl." Mr. Al said to Knight Omar.

Everyone was stunned, and then they understood.

Although Mr. Al was a playboy and useless during the war, he was not a person who did not know the importance of things.

"I understand." Knight Omar nodded and stood at the door with the other two knights. The Libyan Count turned and walked into the war room, followed by Mr. Al.

"What's the matter?" Count Libya sat down again and asked.

Mr. Al took out a document from his jacket pocket and placed it on the table in front of the Libyan Count. This document was also a magical creation, with a very special texture and a faint white light.

The Count of Libya was very familiar with this kind of document, because the Libyan family also had such a document, which was kept in the most secret place in the castle.

The King's commission.

But why did Al take out this document? Puzzled, the Libyan Count took the document and looked at it. The expression on his face was puzzled at first, then shocked, and then extremely shocked.

"Is there such a thing in this world?"

The Iron-Fisted Count could not remain calm and could not help but utter these words.

There is such a thing in this world! ! ! !

This statement shows the shock of the Libyan Count.

It's like seeing the sun rising in the west.

(End of this chapter)