Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 115 Dangerous Beauty, Belmoody Wynyard (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival xdm!)
Facing the somewhat dazed Planck, Cohen's eyes were very calm.

Planck was stunned for a full minute, then he said after recovering from his shock:

"Aren't you afraid that I'll force you to tell me the solution?"

Cohen chuckled and said:
"Then do you dare to believe it?"

Planck relit his extinguished cigar and said:

"Interesting little fellow, the source of your confidence shouldn't be that golden-rank winged elf.

Who is that?

Planck looked past Cohen and at the three thousand Tiger Guards behind Arnold.

"Could they be a 'regular-level' army?"

Cohen smiled and said without replying:
"Compared to this, I'm more curious, have you ever seen the true appearance of your Lady Witch?
I heard that her face is always hidden in shadows. Many people say that her face is disfigured by the aftereffects of the potion. Is that true?"

A flash of horror flashed across Planck's eyes, but he quickly concealed his emotion and said calmly:

"If you have the courage, go and ask Her Majesty the Witch yourself when you meet her later.

Let's see if she'll leave you with an intact body, considering your head still has some value!"

Cohen shrugged indifferently. The conversation with Planck had given him enough information, and now he was confident in his cooperation with the Cursed Witch.

Back to the team, several beautiful women were gathered together whispering something.

Especially the winged elf Windsardler, his eyes fell on Cohen from time to time, obviously talking about something related to him.

Seeing Cohen coming back, Windsardler said with a smile:

“I hadn’t noticed much before, but I just realized that there was someone else besides the big guy and his lover.

The team is full of young and beautiful women. What are the criteria you use to select your teammates?
Is your group an adventure group or a harem group?"

Windsardler's words immediately made Asuna and the others blush.

Cohen counterattacked without mercy:
"Ms. Windrunner, I want to point out a very obvious mistake in your statement.

A woman who is hundreds of years old doesn't seem to have anything to do with youth!"

Windsardler was stunned for a moment, then reacted. His covered face was immediately filled with anger, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to lose his temper.

Cohen uttered two words lightly:
"Sleeping Cave, Barrier!"

Windsardelle immediately stopped talking, stared at Cohen fiercely with her beautiful eyes, and muttered to herself, obviously having greeted Cohen countless times.

Nephthys sighed softly, pulled Windsardelle away, and began to whisper comforting words.

Windsardler's face looked much better, and he said angrily:

"I don't know why so many good girls would follow a man who has no manners."

Nephthys repeatedly gave Cohen a look, and Cohen moved his lips but did not refute the eldest lady of the elves.

As expected, the psychic is worthy of being called a "political commissar" and plays an irreplaceable role in maintaining harmony and stability within the team.

The group chatted and joked, and soon arrived at the mysterious island.

……

At the northernmost tip of the Mysterious Island, there is a majestic mountain, like a loyal guard, guarding the "Paradise of Life" of the Sequencers.

At the top of the mountain stands a wizard tower that soars into the clouds.

The tower is made of black basalt that emits a mysterious luster. On the top is a huge ink-colored crystal ball, and the whole tower sparkles with a faint blue light in the sun.

There was a light mist all around, like a dream, making everyone who wanted to get close to the wizard's tower lose their way unconsciously.

The gate of the wizard tower is a shining silver arch, surrounded by suspended rune slabs. The slabs are arranged according to specific astrological signs and emit powerful magical fluctuations.

Planck stopped the boat at the foot of the mountain and said in a gruff voice:
"Her Excellency the Witch wants to see you alone. Please have your people wait here first. You can go up by yourself."

Cohen said a few words to Arnold and Windsardler respectively, and then stepped into the mountain alone.

Climbing a mountain was not a difficult task for Cohen, who was already close to the silver level.

The only obstacle is the faint mist that emanates from the wizard tower at any time.

The moment Cohen stepped into the fog, it was as if he had entered a hazy dream, with wisps of fog floating before his eyes.

At first, you can vaguely make out the winding mountain road ahead and the blurred outlines of trees on both sides. As you go deeper, everything around you is obscured and visibility is only a few steps away.

The tall trees were looming in the mist, like silent ghosts, and one had to be careful with every step.

Cohen tried to use his supernatural powers to dispel the fog, but to no avail.

He raised his head slightly, and the wizard tower that soared into the clouds was clearly visible. Cohen understood that this was a test from the Witch Lady.

As to why such a test was designed, Cohen did not know.

However, he knew that if he couldn't even climb up her wizard tower, then the cooperation he mentioned in the letter would naturally come to nothing.

Soon, even the ground beneath your feet was shrouded in mist, becoming illusory.

When Cohen was completely immersed in white, his vision suddenly opened up, and the scene that appeared was terrifying.

His front, back, left, and right had completely turned into emptiness, with only a bottomless abyss in sight, and only a floating stone under his feet.

Cohen's face remained expressionless as he continued to walk forward resolutely, without any fear.

As he took the first step, he felt a sharp sense of weightlessness and heard the sound of wind whistling in his ears. However, Cohen remained unmoved and continued to take the second step.

Soon, the illusion of the abyss disappeared, and he was surrounded by a rich fragrance again.

The fog around gradually dissipated, and what appeared before our eyes was a magnificent garden.

A group of graceful women appear and disappear in the garden, wearing gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, with delicate faces as if they walked out of a painting.

One of the women walked over gracefully, her eyes as clear as autumn water, her slightly upturned eyes full of charm, and her cherry red lips uttered a sweet laugh like a silver bell.

The woman gently took Cohen's hand, and the soft touch made people's hearts tremble. Other women also gathered around, some dancing gracefully, some stroking the strings of the piano, it was a state of bliss.

Cohen watched these illusions with great interest. They were beautiful, but unfortunately they were not on the same level as the queen sister and could not impress Cohen's mind at all.

Not long after, the beautiful illusion disappeared, darkness instantly enveloped the vision, a strong feeling of oppression came over me, and there was endless darkness all around.

As a sharp scream echoed in his ears, Cohen's body suddenly felt as if it were being burned by invisible flames, and every inch of his skin was filled with excruciating pain. His muscles felt like they were being frantically pulled and twisted by countless demonic hands, and his bones were being hammered repeatedly as if by heavy hammers.

The pain came like a tide, as if a pair of big hands were tightly strangling my throat, and every breath became extremely difficult.

There was an astonishing determination in Cohen's eyes, as if the pain in his body had no effect on him at all. He continued to walk forward at a steady pace.

Finally, the illusion disappeared, the darkness faded away, and a wizard tower that reached the clouds appeared right in front of him.

On both sides of the silver arch stood two tall and heavy steel golems, their surfaces covered with irregular lines. Their heads were simply carved blocks with deep eye sockets that flickered with a dark red light, like a burning mysterious fire.

Two ninth-order steel golems!
Cohen was slightly startled and gained a better understanding of the power of the cursed witch.

No wonder a woman can dominate the "Lost Land", just from the two golems guarding the gate.

The two iron golems seemed to have received some instructions. The dark red light in their eye sockets flickered and turned green.

Then he slowly moved to both sides, making way for the door.

Cohen stepped through the gate and entered the interior of the wizard tower, which was a huge library on the first floor.

The bookshelf was actually over ten meters high, filled with all kinds of potions and magic books, and occasionally, faint phantoms would float out from the pages.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of old papers and mysterious potions.

Many women in black robes were standing or sitting around, flipping through books.

When they saw a strange masked man coming in, they all looked at him curiously.

The library is surrounded by laboratories. Through the transparent glass windows, you can see many precious potion materials that are rarely seen outside, neatly displayed.

The table was filled with a variety of oddly shaped glassware, each filled with colorful mysterious liquids. Emerald-colored magical flames danced on the lab table, making a hissing sound, and from time to time, female experimenters in white coats walked back and forth.

Passing through the library and laboratory, a spiral staircase winds up, with sculptures of various Warcraft heads carved on the handrails.

The walls of each floor are inlaid with luminous pearls, and the soft light illuminates the stairs. With each level you go up, you can feel a deeper magical atmosphere.

At the same time, the "Gold Coin of Doom" in his arms became hotter and hotter.

Cohen discovered that every five floors were guarded by a peak-silver-level steel golem. Every time Cohen reached a floor, the red light in the golem's eyes would turn green and it would make way.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the spiral staircase finally reached the end, and a wide and luxurious door appeared before him.

Cohen raised his head slightly. Above the gate was a ferocious beast head. After searching through his memory, he still couldn't figure out what kind of monster it was.

I didn't have to wait too long before the door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

Cohen strode in without hesitation.

What comes into view is a spacious and tall hall. The dome is like an inverted starry sky, inlaid with gems sparkling with magical light, as if real stars are twinkling above the head.

The ground is paved entirely with smooth magic crystals, and with every step you take you can feel the magic power surging beneath your feet.

Mysterious tapestries were hung on the walls, embroidered with various magical scenes, all of which were scenes of ancient people testing drugs on themselves and studying potion formulas.

Cohen turned his gaze and saw a majestic magic throne floating in the center of the hall.

The throne was carved from aged magical wood, covered in intricate runes. Its back was high, adorned with a black phoenix, wings spread wide, ready to take flight. Its eyes were two top-grade magic crystals, emitting a deep glow.

The throne was empty at this time. Cohen looked around, walked to the tapestry, and looked at the scene painted on it.

Soon, a hoarse and lazy voice came from behind Cohen:
"You claim that we violated human ethics and conducted insane human experiments on potions.

We are portrayed as inhuman demons and the culprits who trample on human dignity and life.

But in fact, the method of taking magic potions to advance to extraordinary levels was passed down by the ancestors of the human beings on your continent.

All we did was to prevent the inheritance from being cut off, but you slandered it as a blasphemy against human civilization.

You accuse us of disregarding the lives of the weak and ordinary people, but you don't know that what you mainlanders do is a hundred times more vile and filthy than what we do. It's just that you have the power to speak!"

Cohen turned his gaze and saw a woman's figure appear on the floating throne.

The woman slowly stood up and walked towards Cohen.

She has purple curly hair that falls to her waist like a waterfall, sparkling with a mysterious luster under the light.

The face was completely hidden in the shadows and could not be seen at all.

She was wearing a gorgeous dark purple robe embroidered with mysterious runes in gold thread. As she walked, the robe fluttered, her graceful figure swayed in the light and shadow, and her every move exuded a captivating and dangerous charm.

Cohen saluted solemnly:
"Meet Her Majesty, the Witch."

The Lord of Sequences, the legendary [Cursed Witch] Belmodi Wynyard stared deeply at Cohen, as if trying to see through the mask to see the man's true identity.

Belmodi's voice slowly rang out:
"The scenes you experienced when you went up the mountain are the tortures that every Sequencer must endure when taking the potion.

In order to reduce unnecessary casualties among my sisters, I specially set up this formation.

I hope that every Sequencer who takes the potion can come here to test their endurance before deciding to choose this path.

But even so, the success rate of the Sequencers taking the potion is still less than half.

Every year, thousands of people die from taking potions.

Do you understand what I mean?"

Cohen's expression was solemn, and he replied in a deep voice:
"I understand that the Sequencers have to endure the condemnation and expulsion of humans on the one hand, and also endure huge risks on the other.

It is truly admirable and touching that Her Majesty the Witch is able to provide them with a safe place to live in the 'Lost Land'."

Belmodi ignored Cohen's compliments and said coldly:

"Sweet talk has no effect on me. If what you wrote in your letter is just to attract my attention, then you can leave the 'Coin of Doom' and go away."

Cohen's eyes moved slightly, and with a hint of playful smile, he said:
"I mentioned many things in the letter. Which one are you referring to, Your Excellency the Witch?
Help [Navigator] Planck solve his fatal trouble?
Help you test out some new potion recipes?

Or help the sequencers increase the success rate of taking potions?

By the way, there is one more thing I didn’t say in the letter, but it may be more important to you!

That's what you're most concerned about—curing your face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall was shrouded in an icy atmosphere. The boundless chill was transmitted along Belmodi's gaze, penetrating from the skin to the bone marrow!

(End of this chapter)