Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 124 "Sugar Aunt" joins the group!

Grace's starry eyes were filled with disbelief, and she said with her red lips slightly parted:

“Are you kidding me?
How could those orcs, whose brains and limbs haven't evolved together, possibly form an army of 3,000 people?"

Cohen was not surprised by Grace's reaction. The orcs' stupidity and laxity were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people on the continent. He said slowly:
"I have no need to lie to you. If you want to verify it, you can go to the barracks tomorrow to see if what I said is true.

I told you, I can help you more than you think.

A mere Hell Guide... If it weren't for Isabella, I really wouldn't want to take this job."

Looking at Grace who was standing there motionless.

Cohen couldn't help but secretly complain, I have made my words so clear, don't you understand what I mean?

Continue to invest more, rich lady!
It would be hard to find a high-quality stock like me with outstanding personal abilities and great potential even with a lantern!
Grace slowly calmed down the shock in her heart. She quickly grasped the crux of the matter and said:
“How did you do that?
Are these three thousand orcs the only ones who can do this, or can all orcs be trained into an army like them?"

Grace Tang also received royal education since childhood and also had some knowledge of military affairs.

She was naturally aware of the powerful individual combat capabilities of the orcs.

Their physical fitness is no less than that of extraordinary people when they are born.

If they could really be organized into an army, they would be an unstoppable torrent of beasts.

Only then can we truly have the capital to fight against Xia Zuo!

She looked at the young man who was almost twenty years younger than her with passionate eyes, her charming face full of anticipation.

If he could really replicate the miracle of these three thousand people, then with his own financial resources, secretly acquiring tens of thousands of orcs would definitely not be a problem.

What if he led an army of thousands of people who were equivalent to extraordinary people... Grace felt a surge of heat all over her body, and her body temperature was rising!
Cohen nodded slowly under Grace's expectant gaze:

"Just as Your Highness thought, as long as there is sufficient funding and logistics, I can turn all the orcs in the continent into my army!"

Cohen emphasized the words "funds" and "my army."

He knew that the other party could understand his hint.

Sure enough, Grace barely hesitated and spoke directly:
"As long as you can provide me with sufficient evidence, funding is not a problem!

I can provide you with unimaginable financial support!

But the leadership of the army..."

Grace paused, looked at Cohen dimly, and continued:
"I've given you all the military power. What should I do if you ever want to rebel against me?"

Cohen was prepared and thought to himself, he's been waiting for you to say this.

He then took out a blank ancient elf contract from his pocket and said patiently:

"Your Highness, Princess, my Infinity Blade adventure group is still short of one... well, a logistics manager!

If you like, I can leave this position to you."

Grace immediately understood Cohen's implication and asked the key question:
"Then will all the armies we form and train in the future belong to the Infinity Blade Adventure Group?
Does my position as Chief of Logistics mean that I can be in charge of the logistics of all the troops?"

Cohen nodded appreciatively:

"Very clever, my princess, you are absolutely right. Just sign this contract swearing eternal loyalty to each other.

In the foreseeable future, you will hold in your hands a military force that is enough to influence the balance of situation across the entire continent!

As for whether you choose to wait for your father's death and then take over naturally, or lead your troops directly to the capital to explain the pros and cons to the Emperor Dong, kill Xia Zuo the rebel, and ascend the throne in advance.

It all depends on your thoughts!"

Grace glanced at Cohen with a reproachful look and said:
"Okay, as long as you can give me evidence that what you said is true, I will join your team!"

Soon she added:

"I'd like to state in advance that your adventure group had better not be a harem group.

Don't take advantage of your position as the group leader to have any other thoughts towards me."

A dark line appeared on Cohen's face, and he said:
"Don't worry, I'm a family man."

Having finally pulled one back, Grace chuckled triumphantly.

Cohen was in high spirits after successfully bringing such a big moneymaker into his adventure group. He called the rest of the group and announced the news to everyone.

Windsardler covered his mouth and laughed:

"Aiya, our leader's eyes when selecting members are still as steady as ever.

Can you even make a ranking of the most beautiful women in the continent?"

Cohen paid no attention to the sarcasm in Windsardler's words.

Nephthys' eyes sparkled as she said:

"Sir, you're amazing! You actually managed to convince Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Empire to join us!"

Grace quickly said:

"I haven't joined yet. Everything will have to wait until I see your orc army."

Asuna said indifferently:

"That's no different from joining. I'll take you there tomorrow and you'll know."

Cohen nodded and said:
"Okay, Asuna, I'll leave this mission to you.

Also, since Grace just arrived today, I'll reiterate our plans for the day after tomorrow."

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly and asked:

"I haven't had the chance to ask you yet, are you really planning to take over the Cultivator City-State?

Such a low-level city-state doesn't seem to be in line with your ambitions."

Cohen kept it a secret and said:
"You will know how important this city is to us from now on!"

……

Late at night, under dim lights.

Farmers, after a long day of hard work, gathered in front of a shop selling coarse rice.

Everyone's face was numb and deeply tired, full of traces of time and the hardships of life.

The "City-State of Farmers" stipulates that all grain harvested from the fields by farmers are not allowed to be withheld privately, and must be handed over to the "farming association".

The society paid wages to the farmers to buy various daily necessities.

Therefore, most people work in the fields all their lives but cannot get a grain of food.

In the end, you still have to take money to the rice shop to buy food.

Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, the door of the business was pushed open with a creak, and a short and fat manager with a big belly appeared in front of everyone.

The manager was wearing a luxurious silk robe, with a serious face and eyes that revealed unquestionable authority.

Behind him, a few guys were carrying out baskets of dark brown coarse rice.

Looking at the wooden boards erected behind the rice baskets, the gathered farmers all changed color.

An old farmer asked tremblingly:

"Manager, why has the price of rice gone up again? How can we afford it with our meager income?"

The people around him also started to complain about the same thing. The manager replied coldly:
"You all know that the harvest is not good this year."

There was a hint of impatience in his tone:

"To tell you the truth, because of the bandits from the Farmers' Association causing trouble everywhere, a lot of good farmland has been destroyed by them.

Food production has been severely reduced, so we have no choice but to raise food prices."

When the farmers heard this, they all looked embarrassed and looked down at the purses tied around their waists.

That was the hard-earned money they had saved, but now they couldn't even buy a decent bag of rice with it.

Everyone sighed deeply and began to line up to buy rice. No matter how expensive it was, they had to buy some to take home, as their families depended on this little bit of rice for their survival.

The farmer at the front of the line grabbed a handful of rice he had just bought and put it into his rice bag and said:
"Why is there so much sand in this? Even if it's coarse rice, it shouldn't be like this. How can we eat it?"

When the manager heard this, a cold look suddenly appeared between his brows and he said:
"If you don't want to buy it, just give him your money back. I won't sell it to you!"

The man quickly held the rice bag tightly and left in a hurry.

Seeing this, the others did not dare to vent their resentment even though they felt resentful.

They honestly handed over the meager salary they had worked hard for half a year to the business company in exchange for some coarse rice.

As the night deepened, the farmers dispersed one after another. The deep night completely swallowed up their lonely and desolate backs, as if they could not see any hope and bright future.

However, in the center of the city-state, stands a magnificent manor villa, and the dark night does not disturb it at all.

There are two huge magic lighthouses built outside the manor. The brilliant golden light pours in like molten gold, echoing with the staggered candlelight in the manor, decorating the entire manor with splendor.

Ivan Petrov was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, and beside him were three capable and loyal subordinates: Bali, who managed the barley and wheat producing areas, Les, who managed the rice producing areas, and Cornell, who managed the corn producing areas.

There are also two sixth-level transcendents who are his bodyguards hired at a high price, one is a [Shield Warrior] and the other is a [Lance Warrior].

Several people sat around a long table covered with exquisite silk, their faces filled with satisfaction and enjoyment.

On the long table, carefully prepared dishes were displayed like works of art - a golden, crispy and fragrant roast chicken was placed in the center, and next to it were neatly stacked steaks with an attractive luster. Each slice was of moderate thickness, and the meat was tender and juicy.

On both sides are placed seafood platters that were salvaged from the depths of the Miracle Sea - bright red lobsters, plump scallops, tender abalone... Even though it is thousands of miles away from the Miracle Sea, every kind of seafood seems to have just been fished out of the sea, still with the salty fragrance of sea water.

From time to time, beautiful maids were at their side, constantly changing various desserts and pastries - chocolate mousse, tiramisu, fruit tarts, colorful and dazzling.

In the hall, a piano stood quietly in the corner. A lady in a gorgeous long dress, a black veil covering her face, and with charming curves sat in front of the piano. Her fingers danced lightly on the keys, and melodious tunes flowed out.

Ivan Petrov wiped his lips elegantly with his napkin, picked up the goblet, gently swirled the scarlet wine in the crystal-clear glass, and said to the crowd:

“Cheers to a better tomorrow!”

"cheers!"

Barry, who managed the barley and wheat producing areas, was a slightly gloomy man. He seemed to have gotten some hint from Ivan's words. After everyone put down their glasses, he said slowly:
"A beautiful tomorrow... but unfortunately, someone will soon come and ruin our tomorrow!"

Several people cast inquiring glances at him.

Barry said slowly:
"The 'pig' the president is raising has been a little restless lately."

The hot-tempered [Lance Warrior] was originally staring at the lady playing the piano in the distance with a fiery gaze. When he heard Barry's words, he laughed out loud:

"Is it those pigs from the Farmers' Association?
Is it time to cut the crop again?"

Ivan, who was sitting on the main seat, nodded slightly and said:

"This generation's 'leader,' that Thomas Wade, has some secrets.

The farmers' association developed much faster under his leadership than in previous generations.

Our insider reported that they might start early."

[Lance Warrior] gently pulled the hand of the waitress who was serving the dishes, but his gaze shifted to the lady playing the piano.

His eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist, revealing an unconcealable desire and greed.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Don't worry, President. There are only two or three level six warriors in their group, and the rest are a mob.

We two brothers have accepted your money, so we will naturally do our best to help you."

Ivan smiled and said:
"That's good. But the lady playing the piano is from outside the city-state and has a strong background..."

The [Gun Warrior] retracted his gaze, laughed, and said:
"By the way, when I went into the city the day before yesterday, I met an elf on the road... I heard she was the president's guest. I wonder what her background is?"

When he said this, the pupils of the [Lance Warrior] dilated slightly, flashing with a strange light.

The day before yesterday, he caught a glimpse of the elf lady's back, and his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat's claws.

I have never seen such a perfect woman before!
It was just that he heard that he was Ivan's distinguished guest, so he did not take action directly.

Ivan's mouth revealed a hint of barely perceptible disgust, and he said calmly:

"She belongs to Her Excellency the Witch."

After a pause, he added:
"Oh, by the way, she is a seventh-level transcendent, and her aura is slightly inferior to mine."

The lust in [Gun Warrior]'s eyes was instantly wiped away, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

A golden-level elf, and a subordinate of Her Majesty the Witch. Fortunately, he was not blinded by lust and acted impulsively, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Before entering the "Lost Land", the brothers were wanted criminals by the five major empires. They were forced to join Ivan.

Naturally, you know clearly who you should mess with and who you shouldn't mess with.

The dinner was almost over, and Ivan waved his hand slightly, signaling all the maids and servants to leave. Strangely, the lady who played the piano remained where she was, but stopped playing the piano and sat there quietly.

Seeing that Ivan didn't say anything, everyone tacitly accepted the woman's existence.

After the hall quieted down, Ivan announced his plan to everyone in a leisurely manner:
"I have received intelligence that the 'Farmers' Association' will launch a major riot the night after tomorrow.

They divided their troops into four groups.

The main armed force is outside the city, led by the "leader" himself, and will attack the west gate at twelve o'clock at night.

The other route was led by a group codenamed "vegetable farmers," who were the think tanks of the farmers' association.

They have about three hundred Bronze Transcendents lurking in the city, including two fifth-level ones, plus his own sixth-level strength, who are attacking our Executive Government together.

They also have spies within the Executive Yuan, and they will work together from inside and outside when the time comes.

The third route targets the city's vital infrastructure. They will organize and incite peasants and some artisans to attack our granaries, military barracks, arsenals, police stations, and wealthy areas, thereby undermining our emergency preparedness measures.

The last group consists of bandits and thieves from outside the city-states, who are contacted by the Farmers' Association. They will take advantage of the chaos to rob the nobles and wealthy families in the city, attack their manors and villas, and cause chaos in the city."

Several people looked solemn as they launched four attacks simultaneously, each one fatal.

If they hadn't received detailed intelligence in advance, they might have been caught off guard and suffered a great loss!
Rice, who manages the rice-producing area, lamented:

"These peasants should not be underestimated, and Thomas Wade is much smarter than the previous leaders.

They've actually learned to seek external help."

Ivan nodded slightly:

"Thomas Wade's growth rate is beyond my expectations, but everything is still under control.

Now I will tell you my mission and tasks!"

(End of this chapter)