Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 126 Revolution! Revolution! Revolution!

Mavis frowned slightly and asked:

“Does this group of people have this ability?

The Petrov family cannot be underestimated as they have been able to operate here for so many years.

What's more, in my opinion, the masked leader looks more like a dashing young nobleman."

Belmodi knew the doubts in Mephis' heart, so she told her about the conversation between Cohen and her and Cohen's identity as the "Lord of Shadows".

After listening to Belmodi's narration, Mephis' eyes flickered with curiosity and surprise, and he quickly asked:

"Isn't what he said in the letter really just nonsense?"

Belmodi shook his head and said:
"It's hard to judge, but my intuition leans towards him not lying."

Mavis gently stroked the piano keys, a hint of an intriguing smile appeared under the black veil, and asked:

"He knows so much about the Sequencers that he even knows the formula for [Misfortune II], which allowed my sister to advance to the mid-level Legendary rank.

Do you think he also knows the formula for the potion that allows a performer to be promoted to a conductor master?"

Belmodi did not give a definite answer:
"It's hard to say. 'The Music God Sequence' is relatively unpopular, so he might not understand it."

Mavis suddenly chuckled and said:
"Everyone is in the Cultivator City anyway. What do you think would happen if I caught him and forced him to tell me the formula?
Anyway, I am now a reinforcement for Ivan's side, so taking action in this capacity does not violate my sister's principles."

Belmodi rubbed his brows lightly and said:
"You'd better not go too far. After all, he is my collaborator."

Mephis nodded quickly:
"Don't worry, I'm measured."

……

Cohen looked at the long-robed clerk in front of him, code-named "Shopkeeper," who served as his liaison with the "Farmers' Association," and gave a faint smile.

This person came to report to me today about the specific actions of the "Farmers Association".

He actually revealed his true colors and admitted that he was the Witch's spy.

Cohen was not too surprised and asked with interest:

"Why did you suddenly stop pretending?
Are you a [Listener]?

Were you inserted originally, or was it developed later?

Are there still any of your people in the 'cultivation association' and the 'farmers' association'?"

The "clerk" had no expression on his face. He simply replied calmly to Cohen's series of questions:

“These are beyond my authority and I cannot answer them.

I confessed my identity to you at your instruction.

She has a plan of action for me to pass on to you, and a message from her—

"Don't make things too big. If you can't clean up the situation, just leave the Lost Land."

Cohen was slightly surprised and said:

"What action plan?"

The shop assistant said:
"Ivan and his men's plan of action for tomorrow's Peasant's Union uprising."

Cohen thought to himself, you still don’t admit that you have spies planted in the “Farming Society”?

Who could have discovered such confidential information?
Could it be that the "Listener" took action personally?

Looking at the plan Ivan had drawn up, Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly.

The opponent's strength is about the same as what I estimated. Even without this plan, there won't be any major mistakes.

But now that you have it, you might as well use it. You should make some appropriate adjustments to your own arrangements.

Cohen looked at the plan and laughed sarcastically:

"It seems that Ivan is also dissatisfied with the nobles in the city-state.

Okay, I already know the plan, you can go back and report."

Cohen called all his team members together and made some minor adjustments to the previous mission plan.

The code name of this operation is "Justice for the Tillers".

The final plan of action was this - Thomas Wade led his peasant army as bait.

Lure out Ivan and his security forces.

Arnold led the Tiger Guards to counter-encircle them.

Margaret provided support as a field chaplain.

Three thousand Tiger Guards, two thousand of whom joined Thomas Wade's men to fight against the enemy's security forces.

The remaining one thousand held back the seventh-level Ivan and his two sixth-level bodyguards.

He took Asuna with him and joined the "vegetable farmer" and his men in the city to fight against Rice, Cornell, and Oliver and attack the Executive Office.

Windsordale was responsible for fighting against Barry and Saffron, and for aiding the peasants and artisans who were rioting in the city.

As for Grace, who had just joined the group, she took Freya and Nephthys with her and lurked in secret as a mobile force to prevent any unexpected situations.

Cohen looked at the seven Infinity Blade team members neatly arranged in the room and concluded:
"This is our Infinity Blade adventure group's first public appearance in the Lost Land. We must achieve a perfect and beautiful victory as a prelude to our Infinity Blade's fame across the continent!

Of course, safety must also be put first.

The pressure at the west gate may be greater.

This was the first time that the Tiger Guards officially participated in combat. If they could not annihilate the enemy in a short period of time, they would focus on containment first.

We will support you after our two groups have dealt with their respective enemies.

There is only one principle: Ivan, his security forces, his subordinates, and his bodyguards, not a single one of them can be let go!"

After saying that, Cohen focused on the two most powerful gold-level members of the team.

Windsordale and Grace.

The two of them understood, and Windsardler said:

"If our previous contact with Saffron was effective, a fifth-level Barry and those association members and police officers wouldn't have much impact on me.

I will try to resolve the battle as quickly as possible and go to support Arnold."

Grace also nodded and said:
"I will also keep an eye on the situation on the three roads and will dispatch promptly if there is an emergency."

Cohen took out seven exquisite small bottles and handed them to several people in turn:

"This is a magical potion that can increase explosive power for a short period of time. You can take it if you are in a stalemate or crisis."

Cohen recharged nine doses of energy drinks three days in advance.

Except for Windsardler and Grace, everyone else had seen Cohen use this thing before.

So it's nothing new.

Windsordale and Grace were quite interested. The latter played with the bottle and said:
"Can this thing be stored permanently?"

Cohen shook his head and said:
"Just like a normal potion, it has a time limit. If you don't take it, it will dissipate in seven days."

Cohen had previously thought about frantically stockpiling "power drinks". After all, they could unleash more than 20% of combat effectiveness. If each of his soldiers could have one, the combat effectiveness would be even more unimaginable.

But later it was discovered that the "powerful drink" produced by the "equipment warehouse" had a shelf life of only seven or eight days, just like ordinary magic potions on the mainland.

In order to store potions on a large scale, it is necessary to find a container that can extend the storage time of the potions.

In fact, Cohen chose the "Mysterious Island" of the "Lord of Sequence" because he wanted to find a way to store potions for a long time. The Sequencers used and relied on potions the most, so they might have similar storage methods.

Grace shook the bottle and said:

"That's a pity."

Obviously she was planning the same thing as Cohen.

After informing everyone of the precautions, Cohen slowly drew his sword, his face more solemn and serious than ever before:

"I declare Operation Tillman's Justice officially underway!"

Arnold clenched his left fist, placed it heavily across his chest, and bowed slightly to Cohen.

The other members of the group also saluted Cohen in the same way as Arnold did.

Even the elven princess Windsardle Windrunner and the eldest princess of the Eastern Territory Empire, Grace Tang, who joined later, hesitated slightly, leaned forward slightly, and swore their allegiance to Cohen.

No matter what their identities are outside, if they want to continue cooperating with Cohen, then here, they are just ordinary members of "Infinity Blade"!

Cohen held the sword in his hand, thrusting it diagonally toward the sky. He then swung it heavily, his voice filled with confidence and determination:

"Wherever my sword points, victory will follow!
When I wield my sword, I will reach the other side of glory!

Infinity Blade, move out!"

Following this oath-like voice, the "Infinity Blade" that will sweep across the continent in the future will make its first world-shaking sword sound in the "City-State of Farmers" in the "Lost Land"!

……

Late at night, the inky sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down madly.

The westernmost part of the city-state, which is also the place closest to the "wasteland", is the largest residential area in the city, and is home to more than 90% of the city-state's farmers and craftsmen.

Most of these houses are built with yellow mud and straw, and the years have left deep marks on them.

The roof was covered with layers of thatch, which became sparse and dilapidated under the heavy rain, unable to withstand the invasion of rainwater. The thatch dripped into the house, making the already wet ground even more muddy.

The walls are made of rammed yellow mud, and due to years of disrepair, many cracks and potholes have appeared.

Most people don't have any decent furniture at home. At most, they have a few shabby wooden beds, a rickety table and a few equally shabby chairs.

The bedding on the bed had turned white from washing, and there were still stains on the edges that were difficult to clean.

In the "farmer city-state" where agriculture is the main industry, population is the greatest productivity.

Therefore, almost every shabby bed was crowded with six or seven children with severely malnourished faces and thin bodies.

But even with such a poor living environment, they still have to hand over a large portion of their already meager salary to the "farming association" every year as the cost of living in the "orderly city-state".

The rain is getting heavier!
In the violent rain, a ragged peasant man, with his chest muscles as hard as stone, slowly walked out of a dilapidated house.

A core member of the "Farmers' Association", codenamed "Farmer"!
The third-level peak [Tiller]!
He lifted up his already tattered undershirt, wrapped it around his right arm, tied a knot, and walked past the simple houses of farmers and craftsmen.

The clear and powerful footsteps even covered up the sound of the rain.

As the footsteps sounded, bursts of restless noises began to be heard one after another in the dilapidated farmhouses.

From time to time, the sobbing of women and the crying of children could be heard.

Soon, the door creaked open and a sturdy farmer strode out of the house.

His face was serious and resolute, and there was a fiery spark in his eyes.

He held a hoe tightly in his hand, the tool he usually used to till the fields. The head was forged from a solid piece of fine iron, and after countless hammering and polishing, it took on a deep dark gray color.

Sharp edges can be clearly seen on the edge, which can easily bite through the hard soil and pave the way for the growth of crops.

However, tonight, it will bite open the heads of the landlords, nobles, gentry, and capitalists to pave a way for its own future!
He took firm steps and followed the "farmer" silently and resolutely.

Then, the second, the third... More and more farmers came out of their dilapidated houses, amid the sobbing and wailing of their wives and children.

The rain washed the farm tools in their hands until they were shiny and gleaming with a cold light.

They are like silent streams, slowly converging and becoming an unstoppable torrent.

No one said a word, but the firm and powerful footsteps told of their inner determination.

More and more people came, and the silent torrent gradually grew stronger. The rugged figures intertwined together, like dark clouds, pressing towards the core area of the city-state.

Their footsteps sounded like the beating of war drums, shaking the earth.

It's like a death knell that's about to ring, but it doesn't matter for whom the knell tolls.

They had only one goal in mind at this moment, to pour every ounce of strength in their bodies into the landlords, gentry and their running dogs who were usually arrogant and exploited their blood, tears and sweat!

Each man pulled up his tattered clothes and tied a knot around his right arm.

Live towards death and end with death!
The "farmer" stepped forward, came to the crowd, raised his sickle high, and roared loudly:
"Plow the fields together!"

Everyone roared in anger:

"Plow the fields together!"

……

"We have food to eat together!"

"We have food to eat together!"

……

"We have clothes to wear together!"

"We have clothes to wear together!"

……

Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
The "farmer" finally erupted from the depths of his dantian with a roar:
"You bastard, your farmer grandfather is here!"

"kill!"

……

The core area of the city-state houses core institutions such as the executive office, arsenal, and granary, as well as many garden mansions of high-ranking members of associations. A security team of regular police officers patrols the area 24 hours a day.

Initially, there were 50 teams with 20 people in each team, totaling 1000 people.

The chief of police station also serves as the captain of the security brigade, which is in charge of two standing squadrons, each with 10 squads and 500 people each.

Two standing squadrons take turns patrolling to ensure that there are 500 standing police officers guarding the core area every day.

The person in charge of patrol tonight is the captain of the first standing squadron, Hunter. As the nephew of the vice-president of the "Farming Society", he theoretically has ten squads and 500 police officers under his command.

But there are too many people in the police station who are drawing salaries without doing any work and are just there to report problems. There are basically only about two or three hundred people.

He is also one of only two extraordinary people in this squadron of 300 people.

Late at night, after coming out of a drunken dinner party, I forgot about my duty to keep watch.

Thinking of taking a stroll in the patrol area to sober up, his eyes casually swept across the distance.

Suddenly, the extraordinary vision brought by the extraordinary physical fitness of the extraordinary person made him attracted by a black shadow in the distance.

The black shadow was like a dark cloud, slowly moving towards the core area behind him.

At first, Hunter thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

As the shadow got closer and his vision became clearer, an inexplicable fear, like an invisible hand, quietly grasped his heart.

He finally saw clearly that the dark mass was clearly tens of thousands of peasant rebels!

(End of this chapter)