This period of time is very long.

Obviously, for the legendary knight, the Grand Duke of the North, the information that Mabaha said was enough to shock the Grand Duke of the North and make him think seriously.

"I'm sorry, it's true that our intelligence was wrong. How many gold coins do I need to pay for you to kill Luther Pompey?"

Three minutes later, the Duke of the North said.

The voice sounded a little tired and a little irritable.

"Eight hundred million is the minimum. The deposit is one hundred million, and no matter whether the murder is successful or not, this one hundred million will not be returned." Ma Baha said.

"I need to think about it." The number of 800 million words made the Grand Duke of the North silent for a while. After another half a minute, the Grand Duke of the North spoke.

"Okay. Keep in touch." Ma Baha nodded.

The magic communication ended. Ma Baha stood up from the sofa, stretched, and then walked out of the secret room.

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The other side of the magic communication.

The north of the Kingdom of Prussia, the Northern Roman Province, the Northern City, the Grand Duke's Castle.

Summer is coming, and even the temperature in the north has quietly risen. The male and female servants in the castle are wearing much cooler clothes.

Inside the castle's secret room.

The Duke of the North was still soaking in a pool of magic potion, recovering from the injuries he had sustained in the battle in the royal capital.

The Grand Duke was a gentle and handsome man, with a feminine appearance, fair skin and a slender figure. But at this moment, the Grand Duke's eyebrows were straight, like a sharp sword, full of murderous intent.

But the murderous aura gradually subsided, and his facial features became gentle again. The Grand Duke thought for a moment and said, "Connect the King, the Marquis of Cambridge."

"Yes." Tower Spirit responded and immediately started to contact.

About ten minutes later, two light curtains appeared in the secret room. On the other side of the light curtains were the decadent uncle Marquis of Cambridge, and his female knight Sophie.

King Odin III and the old prime minister, Grand Duke Buffett.

Except for the Grand Duke of the North, the personnel on both sides are relatively formal.

So when they saw the Duke of the North lying naked in the potion pool, they were all stunned.

The Marquis of Cambridge raised his eyebrows and whistled. He said to the Knight Sophie next to him, "There's an exhibitionist over there, turn around quickly."

Sophie had a blank expression on her face. As a seasoned female knight and the mistress of the Marquis of Cambridge, she was well-informed and didn't care about the body of the Archduke opposite her at all.

"You don't even care about basic etiquette, which shows that there is something urgent." Odin III sat on a chair with a very serious expression, and his hands on his legs seemed a little heavy.

The Duke of the North was an outstanding politician and a strong knight. He did not even have time to put on his clothes and hurriedly called them.

Plus the last time they conspired to kill Luther Pompey.

Of course, the king also had doubts in his heart.

"Did the assassination attempt fail??? Although we know that Luther Pompey is very difficult to kill and has many hidden cards, we have sent out Legendaries, so there is no reason why we can't even kill Luther Pompey."

"Our troubles are bigger than we imagined." Although the face of the Grand Duke of the North had regained its softness, there was no smile at all. He recounted what had happened.

Everyone's face became serious, including the usually unreliable and decadent uncle, the Marquis of Cambridge.

In order to kill him with one strike, they made full preparations and spent money to buy a legendary killer to kill Luther Pompey.

Luther Pompey does have a lot of cards up his sleeve, but what about when he’s alone?

He was just an ordinary elite knight. But a legend wanted to kill the elite knight. Could the elite knight escape? I thought I had overestimated Luther Pompey and set him as the king. I didn't expect the situation to develop into what it is now.

The king suddenly became an emperor.

A red dragon of near legendary strength, a legendary golem attacker, a magical white dragon, a bloodthirsty monster, and what appears to be very advanced black magic armor.

This guy who looks like an elite high-level knight carries with him enough power to slay a dragon with ease.

It's like one person leading a legion.

If not the emperor, then what is he? As more of Luther Pompey's strength is revealed, Luther Pompey's threat is multiplied.

A magic city, with a portable combat force that can easily slaughter a legendary blue dragon. Take out 500 million and buy a magic blue dragon lady.

The purpose may be pure interest or hobby.

The more powerful Luther Pompey is, the more terrifying the shadow hidden behind him is.

Now that Luther Pompey has brought out such a powerful fighting force, does he have any trump cards behind him? Luther Pompey took out 500 million to buy a magic mother dragon, so does it prove that Luther Pompey has unimaginable money?

Ten billion? Twenty billion?

This number is already an astronomical figure for the Grand Duke of the North, the Marquis of Cambridge, and the King.

Even if you look at the strength and influence that Luther Pompey has shown now, plus Luther Pompey's ability to toss, the Marquis of Cambridge, the Grand Duke of the North, and the King have no doubts.

This guy is definitely the biggest danger to the kingdom, if he is given a few more years to develop.

Even if they wanted to fight, it would be impossible.

Just surrender like the Count of Libya.

But it is obvious that the Marquis of the North, the Marquis of Cambridge, and the King are stronger than the Earl of Libya, and are more unwilling to give up their power.

Like a thorn in the back, like a thorn in the throat.

This ray of light must be eliminated.

This thorn must be pulled out.

"Eight hundred million? Too little. Let's gather one billion and ask them to design a perfect plan and send out even better personnel to kill Luther Pompey."

"One strike will kill! We must not allow Luther Pompey to have a chance to fight back."

King Odin III was a man of courage. After pondering for a moment, Odin III stood up from his chair, revealing a strong aura and spoke in a decisive tone.

"Yes, this is very important. If a hunter fails in hunting, he may be injured by the prey. As long as Luther Pompey can be killed, it doesn't matter whether it is 800 million or 1 billion."

The Marquis of Cambridge also swept away the decadent uncle's laziness and spoke seriously and solemnly.

"Okay, then we'll offer 1 billion." The Duke of the North closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then exhaled the foul air in his chest and said.

Luther Pompeii's head is becoming more and more valuable! What should I do? Waiting online, urgent! (End of this chapter)