To be honest, even Luther’s magic city of Pompeii combined is not as tall as this “element furnace”.

Killed Augustus, the general of Ormes.

A legend!!!!

Although it is a tradition for the Shadow Council to defeat the strong, it still requires some strength. Luther is just an elite mid-level knight now, and he killed the legendary Augustus.

If the people at the top knew about this, wouldn't they be furious?

It’s better for us not to touch this brow.

After standing outside the city for a while, Luther and Miss Xinia entered the Golden City. This time Luther planned to go alone.

Although Luther complained about the Golden City's defense, after entering the city, he had to admit its prosperity.

This is an old metropolis.

Various mansions, various works of art, and most importantly, a booming population.

Although the population of Pompeii is increasing at present, it will still take some time for it to catch up with the population of the Golden City.

And Luther believed that if he could obtain the Golden City and the entire North of Orange and combine Orange into one, then the Magic City of Pompeii would become the capital of this vast territory.

More people will go to Pompeii to live.

The most dazzling metropolis in Orange, no, the most dazzling metropolis in the whole of Prussia, must be the magic city of Pompeii.

Luther got a glimpse of the prosperity of the Golden City, and then brought Miss Xinia to the Chelsea Advertising Company on the bustling commercial street.

I remember that it was from here that I entered the social circle of the Golden City and became a big shot in Orange. Luther looked up at the sign, then walked in with a smile.

The advertising company was still the same, very deserted, with only a few employees there, and Luther didn't recognize any of them.

"Excuse me, may I ask what can I do for you?" A waitress came out and saluted Luther.

"I'm Luther Pompeii, I'm looking for Al, Libya." Luther bowed gracefully. The waitress was stunned, as were several employees.

Luther, Pompeii!!!

Nowadays, there are probably few people in Orange who have not heard of Luther Pompey.

The life of this great man is simply legendary. It took a long time for these employees to recover from the shock. The waitress said in a panic: "Please wait a moment, I will go find Mr. Al."

After saying that, the waitress trotted away, bumping into a chair. The remaining employees respectfully invited Luther to go to Mr. Al's office.

Luther chose a cleaner chair to sit down, because Al, this guy Libya was a guy who was good at office romance.

If you sit in this guy's office, you need to be careful not to fall into a "trap" and get contaminated by something strange.

"You can just stand." Luther said quickly when he saw Miss Xinia also wanted to sit down.

Miss Xinia nodded obediently.

Luther waited for a short while before two cups of hot coffee came up. He had only taken a few sips of the coffee when the boy from Libya came running over.

His clothes looked messy and he had obviously come in a hurry.

"Hi, Mr. Al." Luther smiled and gave Mr. Al a hug. From a personal perspective, the two were friends.

Mr. Al also hugged Luther, then separated and complained, “Luther, could you have sent someone to say hello before you came? You’re always in such a hurry, which makes me very messy.”

Luther smiled apologetically and said, "I'll pay attention next time."

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?" Mr. Al asked, sitting behind his desk.

"It is indeed something." Luther smiled and said, "I want to meet your lord, the Count of Libya."

"Why don't you just go and see the Earl?" Mr. Al rolled his eyes. What a joke. Now that White Eagle and Libya are on equal footing, can't the heir of White Eagle meet the Earl of Libya casually? "Are you kidding me?" Mr. Al said unhappily.

"This is a private meeting, and it's impolite to visit without an introducer," Luther said with a smile.

Mr. Al was stunned when he heard this. He was not a fool, but rather quite smart and could sense something different from Luther's attitude.

He looked carefully at Luther's expression. Luther was as serious as a general about to go into battle.

"What do you want to do when you see His Excellency the Count?" Mr. Al asked tentatively.

"Private communication." Luther said with a smile, but kept his mouth shut.

"Okay, come with me." Mr. Al finally gave up the idea of ​​asking, nodded, straightened his clothes a little, and stood up.

"Okay." Luther also stood up, took Miss Xinia and followed Mr. Al out, and they got into Mr. Al's exquisite carriage together.

"By the way, where did you find this female companion? She seems very cold." Mr. Al glanced at Miss Xinia and teased.

He had never seen Luther ever have a female companion.

"This is a white dragon." Luther said with a smile.

Mr. Al stopped talking immediately. You are sick, you have a red dragon and now a white dragon? How many dragons do you want to raise? Mr. Al brought Luther to the Earl's Mansion without saying anything. He asked Luther to sit down in the hall, and then he went to the study on the second floor to find the Libyan Earl.

The Count of Libya was still the same, with big, bright eyes, straight and sharp eyebrows like swords, and a big mustache.

He is tall and strong, and has great authority.

This iron-fisted Earl ruled Orange for many years and was the banner of Orange before the rise of the White Eagle.

Even now.

When people mention Orange, the first person that comes to mind is His Excellency the Count of Libya.

When Mr. Al arrived, Count Libya was writing poetry, which was his personal hobby. As an aristocrat, he had been influenced by this since childhood.

"Your Excellency the Count, Luther Pompey is here to see you." Mr. Al bowed and said.

"He came to see me through you?" The Libyan Count put down his pen, thinking this matter was very strange.

"He said he wanted a private meeting." Mr. Al nodded.

"What's the purpose?" The count felt even more suspicious and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Mr. Al shook his head.

"What on earth does he want to do?" Count Libya was very puzzled. He opened the window and let the wind outside blow in.

The cool breeze made his skin feel cool, but his mind was full of questions.

Private meeting?! (End of this chapter)