He actually admired the earl very much. When he saw the document, his reaction was much more intense than the earl's, while the earl was just shocked and added this sentence.

Mr. Al’s judgment was correct. The Earl of Libya was, after all, the Earl of Libya and the traditional Lion King of Orange.

After being shocked for a moment, he suppressed the shock in his heart and regained his composure.

"It is impossible for the king to appoint new vassals without reason. Moreover, this document from Earl White Eagle does not clearly mark Earl White Eagle's territory. This hides the king's trap. The king may want to achieve a balance between White Eagle, Libya, and Ferg, and keep Orange weak."

The Libyan Count saw through the trap set by the king and the prime minister at a glance.

But it also made me more confused.

"What kind of power does the White Eagle have to hide to make the king make such a judgment and decision. It's impossible for him to be just an Eagle King."

The Earl raised his head and looked at Mr. Al.

Mr. Al was full of admiration, but he was a playboy and didn't know much about politics, so he didn't notice the trap in the document.

But he understood what the Libyan Count meant.

Moreover, based on the king's political objectives, the Libyan Count immediately guessed that the White Eagle had other hidden strengths.

This really impressed Mr. Al.

"The Earl of White Eagle, Lord Sol Pompey, has been promoted to an Earth Knight and holds a bloodthirsty monster. The king believes that he can help us quell the rebellion of the New Party."

Mr. Al told the Count of Libya the information, all of which was revealed by Luther, and basically explained everything that could be explained about what happened in the royal capital.

Because there is nothing to hide.

The next step is to cooperate in combat and eliminate the New Party first.

Revealing one's own combat power will benefit both sides.

"So that's how it is. No wonder the king's capital has been closed to entry and exit in recent days. And my spies haven't gotten any news." The Libyan Count showed a look of realization.

But the shock in my heart was beyond words.

The Earl was very sensitive to politics. He was able to figure out the king's intentions through the information in official documents and guessed that something was wrong with the White Eagle of Pompey.

But when he learned what had happened, he still felt shocked and even horrified.

"As soon as he entered the capital, he demonstrated his strength. The one who started the fight was Marquis Shillington. He is a traditional force of the Eight Nobles, just like the Libyan Family. He is a tough guy. Earl White Eagle fought with Marquis Shillington with a bloodthirsty monster in hand, and injured the opponent's Black God Spear. Then he made a deal with the king."

"What a great move, it really is. This must have been planned by that cunning kid from the Pompeii family. He saw it so accurately, this is the only chance for the Pompeii family. The only chance to obtain the title."

"Precise cut, successful in one stroke."

The Count of Libya was deeply impressed and felt that the young people were formidable.

After sighing for a long time, the Libyan Earl said in a deep voice: "The Eagle King, a Knight of the Earth, a Real Earl, the White Eagle Family has indeed gained a status equal to ours. And this is what the king expects, the Orange Triangle."

"Chaotic Orange is good for the king. But it seems bad for you," Mr. Al couldn't help saying.

"Before this, I really didn't take the White Eagle seriously. I thought that after dealing with the New Party, Orange would be dominated by Libya and Ferguson, and we would just have a big fight then. Although Ferguson is ambitious, Libya is no pushover either."

"Speaking of which, I also have the ambition to dominate Orange and become a powerful vassal like the Marquis of Cambridge."

"But there are risks involved. If I make a wrong move, the Libyan Earl Family might be ruined in my hands. And now the king has inserted the White Eagle Family between us as a buffer between the two sides, forming a triangle. I can accept this result."

This was the Count's idea.

It's lonely when you are at the top.

The Earl of Libya has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, which is almost equivalent to the history of Orange. Hundreds of years ago, the Earl of Libya obtained the position of Archon of Orange and dominated Orange in one fell swoop.

The Libyan Count is also very calm, wise, and iron-fisted, able to suppress the entire Libyan Count family.

But precisely because it is the first family of Orange, the Earl of Libya has many more concerns and seeks stability.

If there is an opportunity, the Count of Libya does have the ambition to rule the whole of Orange. If there is no opportunity, maintaining the status quo is acceptable.

This is where the Count of Libya differs from the Duke of Ferger.

The Count of Libya is a steady traditional lion king, while the Duke of Ferger is a young lion who is ferocious and eager to tear apart all enemies and have all the lionesses to himself.

This is partly due to personality factors, and also because the Filger family has never been the strongest family in Orange, so they are not afraid of losing everything and move forward courageously.

"Please come in, Your Excellency," said the Count of Libya.

"Yes." Mr. Al nodded, turned and walked out.

"Ta Ling, don't alarm anyone. Let the Earth Knight, the Mountain Eagle in. Also, contact Duke Ferger." Count Libya said to the Void.

"Yes." A ball of white light appeared and the tower spirit responded.

Soon after, the white light turned into a white mirror. In the mirror, the figure of Duke Ferger appeared.

In the background is an empty house with Duke Ferger sitting in a simple chair.

Although he was called the young lion, Duke Ferger was older than the Libyan Count. With a pair of groove noses and a pair of sharp eyes, the Duke looked very sinister.

Despite the long distance, the Libyan Count still felt the opponent's strength.

"Your Excellency."

"Your Excellency the Duke."

The two sides exchanged glances, sparks arose, but eventually it turned into calm, and they nodded and greeted each other.

Both are sharp-eyed bigwigs, and both sides have sensed the hostility between them. But in the context of the new party, both sides have exercised restraint.

"Your Excellency the Count, you contacted me just to say hello to me?" Duke Ferger asked when he saw that the other party had fallen silent.

"I'm waiting for everyone to arrive." said the Count of Libya.

"Who?!" asked Duke Ferger.

"Count White Eagle, Knight of the Earth, Sol Pompey." said the Count of Libya.

"What did you say???!!!!!!!" Despite the long distance between them, the Count of Libya still felt Duke Ferger's shock.

(End of this chapter)