Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 135 The Massage Master——Corne Corleone!

In the spacious living room, Windsordale lay comfortably on the soft sofa, with her silky silver hair casually draped behind her.

Two plump breasts were pressed under her body, like marshmallows wrapped in tenderness.

The edges were imprinted with smooth curves, which rose and fell slowly with Windsordler's gentle breathing, like faint ripples on a calm lake.

Cohen took a deep breath and placed his hands on Windsardler's shoulders. His fingers were like nimble elves, pressing gently at first. Each press seemed to awaken the tired cells in his body.

Starting from the fair neck, he slowly moved along the graceful shoulder blades, his hands skillfully kneading Windsordale's muscles, causing her to hum a soft sigh of satisfaction.

"Hey, I didn't expect the captain to have this skill. How about returning to the elves with me and becoming a full-time masseur?"

Cohen's hands gently pressed on Windsordale's slender and tight waist, from both sides of the spine to the depression of the waist, as if playing a soothing human music.

After hearing Windsardler's words, Cohen chuckled and said:

"Then you better be prepared. I'm very expensive. Are you sure you can afford it?"

Before Windsordale could answer, Grace, who was brewing tea not far away, interrupted:
"Sister, I can afford it. Come, come and give me a massage. If you serve me well, I will give you a big red envelope."

Cohen's face was filled with gloom. Just as he was about to say something teasing, he felt a tremor deep in his soul.

Cohen stopped and Windsardler thought Cohen was really going to give Grace a massage.

He turned around and felt a "pop" sound on his chest.

He was about to lose his temper with a cold face, but he noticed that Cohen looked thoughtful.

She quickly thought of something, suppressed her expression, and asked:
“Did someone sign the contract?

So fast, who is it?"

Cohen smiled and nodded:
"Indeed, it is, as expected, the one with the weakest willpower, Demp Nilsson."

Windsordler snorted, continued to lie on the sofa, and said:
"It's beyond my expectation that a guy like this, whose mind is full of women, can persist until now and then give in.

Come back quickly, you've been tired all night, you have to give me a good massage."

Grace came over with a cup of black tea and said jokingly:

"Miss Windsardler, you are being a bit hypocritical. Compared to the degree of coveting beautiful women, the one behind you seems to be no less.

Someone's eyes were almost glued to her chest just now, couldn't be pulled away."

Cohen snatched Grace's tea in a bad mood, and his naked eyes swept over Grace's face, big, plump buttocks, beautiful legs and jade feet without any concealment, and snorted coldly:

"If you continue to slander the leader like this, I will covet you first next time!"

……

A chaotic and disordered sub-plane.

After Cohen left, several people hurriedly took the contract, glanced at the conditions on it, and felt dizzy.

Bishop Ino Filkis angrily shouted:
"Damn it, this guy treats us like slaves!
Once this contract is signed, we will become his slaves!"

The contract terms for several people are exactly the same and very simple, with only one clause:
You must obey the orders of the contractor unconditionally and must not disobey, harm or betray the contractor, otherwise you will be cursed by your blood and soul and die.

The contract period is fifty years.

There is another note below:
In principle, the contractor's orders will not threaten the bottom line and dignity of the contractor.

After reading the contents of the contract, Manager Moro calmly analyzed:

"Can a mere contract have such strong binding force?

Blood and soul curse?
It's not that mysterious. I think this guy is trying to scare us on purpose.

Why don't we pretend to sign it first, and then find someone to cancel the contract after we get out?"

However, soon, the words of veteran intelligence officer Ryder Gallo were like pouring cold water on Manager Morrow:
"If I'm not mistaken... this should be the soul contract of the ancient elves!
Unless you can find a Saint-level ancient elf, no one can solve it!"

Ancient elves?

This thing has been extinct for tens of thousands of years, and you still want the holy level? Where can you find it?
Several people were like being hit by a club, and immediately fell into despair and panic.

"Let's run first, the worm monster is coming again."

Everyone sighed, gathered up their remaining magic power, and started a new round of escape.

Time flies and an hour goes by in a flash.

Except for the veteran seventh-level intelligence officer Reid Gallo, who still had a little magic power left, the magic power of the others had long been exhausted.

They are all relying on their "silver bodies" to hold on. If they continue like this, not to mention the pursuit of the "Underworld Worm Monster", the harsh living environment of the secondary plane alone will be enough to take their lives.

Finally, Demp Nilsson, who was the most timid and had the weakest willpower, could no longer hold on. He gasped and said:
"Fuck, I don't want to serve you anymore. Isn't it just being a dog for fifty years?

It’s better than watching yourself being eaten by these disgusting bugs!
I won't keep you company any longer. I still have so many beautiful women to fuck!"

After saying this, without waiting for the others to speak, he bit his finger and pressed his fingerprint on the contract.

At the moment the hand seal was pressed, a vortex appeared and sucked Damp Nilsson in.

Seeing that someone had sneaked away early, the "investor's" defense line began to collapse.

There are many kinds of death.

These people may not be afraid of death in an instant, but no one would want to experience the way of death of watching a group of insects eat them alive.

At this time, the last note in Cohen's contract, "In principle, the contractor's orders will not threaten the bottom line and dignity of the contractor," played a big role.

This makes the psychological defenses of "investors" one step closer to collapse.

If it does not violate the bottom line and dignity, it can be barely accepted.

Soon, the oldest, Precito Solari, gave a wry smile, bit his finger, smiled apologetically at everyone, and said self-deprecatingly:
"I originally thought that my willpower had been tempered through countless trials and tribulations, and that I had already transcended the fear of death.

But when faced with a real life or death decision, the instinct for survival still overwhelms everything.

I'm sorry everyone, but the Solari family has been able to survive from the beginning of the establishment of the "Lost Land" to the present day because of its flexible bottom line.

I'll go first."

Precito Solari pressed his bloody fingerprint, and another whirlpool took away the oldest "investor".

The only Gold Rank veteran intelligence officer, Ryder Gallo, stopped fleeing and sighed:
"I've been a spy for decades without a single failure. I thought I'd retire and make some extra money, but I ended up getting myself into trouble.

The third one is not too shameful.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am different from you young masters who come from wealthy families and have lived a life of luxury since childhood.

I have always lived with my head tied to my belt since I was a child.

I finally had a few days of prosperity and stability, but I didn't expect to be eaten by a bunch of beasts like this. I'm so sorry."

Bite your finger, press your handprint, swirl out, and leave.

Smooth, clean and neat.

Only three people are left: Manager Morrow, Bishop Ino Firkos and Liman Taiwo.

The three of them looked at each other for a few seconds, and Liman Taiwo sighed and said:

“Forget it, following someone who can freely enter and exit the Shadow Plane for fifty years is not a disgrace to our Taiwo family.

I am still young, so I will not accompany you two."

There are only two people left.

Manager Moreau said to Bishop Ino Firkus with a gloomy face:
“Are you willing?
After living a glorious life for most of my life, I end up having to obey the orders of a young boy!"

Bishop Ino Firks looked at the worm monsters that surrounded them like a tide, and finally he could not overcome the fear in his heart.

Without even saying hello to Manager Moreau, he simply cut his palm and pressed his fingerprint.

Moro's face was full of regret and resentment. He never expected that he would end up like this!

Now that all five people have gone out, there is no point in staying here alone.

It's just a life lost in vain.

Looking back on the whole thing, he suddenly realized that Cohen had never intended to follow the rules from the beginning.

The Executive Yuan meeting during the day is to lure these people out!
Ultimately, it's because they have been going smoothly and are too confident.

I feel like this is the "Lost Land" and the strongest person is only at the Legendary level.

And with the life-saving items on them, even the "Lord of Sequence" himself would be unable to do anything to them.

He had never expected that Cohen actually controlled a sub-plane and could take away his magic equipment.

A single mistake becomes an eternal hatred!

Moreau sighed deeply, cut his finger, and disappeared into the chaotic and disordered secondary plane.

……

In the side conference room, Cohen looked at the embarrassed group of six "investors" in front of him as if he were observing animals.

When Moro finally appeared in the conference room, the few of them looked at each other in silence, each tidying up their messy clothes to maintain their final decency.

When the two parties met again, their moods were completely different from before, almost completely different.

Seeing Cohen coming, Moro was still the first to speak:
"We admit defeat. The contract has been signed. What should we do next? Mr. Captain, please give us some advice!"

Cohen smiled faintly and said:
"Just follow the conditions I mentioned before.

If you provide me with the resources that the city-state lacks, I will pay you reasonable compensation and will not make things difficult for you.

After all, we still have to cooperate for a long time, and I don’t want the families or organizations behind you to notice anything unusual.

A soul contract engraved with ancient elven runes is rare, and I don't want to waste it."

Although Cohen's words sounded a bit rude, they still made the six people look much better. As long as they weren't forced to dig into the corners of the forces behind them, then it was still acceptable.

It is simply that we can no longer use resources to divide the power of the "farmer city-state" as we did before.

Manager Morrow said:

"You can use the Unicorn Trading Company's logistics routes, but I can't make the decision on setting aside a separate route for you, an outsider, to manage."

Cohen nodded and said:
"I understand. You just need to help me contact the person who can make the decision. You don't have to worry about the rest."

Manager Moro's face showed astonishment. This kid actually thought that he could negotiate a logistics route with "Unicorn Trading Company" on his own?
Since he was willing to do this, Moro was happy to see it happen. As long as he didn't force himself to do it, everything could be discussed.

Seeing that Cohen was surprisingly easy to talk to, Bishop Ino Felix also spoke:

"Everything else is easy, but this soul agreement... is a bit difficult to handle. This is the rule set by our church. I am just a bishop, it is difficult to violate..."

Cohen's tone suddenly became stern:

"Don't be cunning, Mr. Bishop, if I remember correctly.

There are no transcendents skilled in soul contracts within the Fallen Church. The soul contracts you signed with those peasants and slaves were all deals secretly made with the Dark Touch behind the church's back!

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Bishop Ino Firkos's expression change suddenly, but even the other "investors" beside him could not help but cast astonished glances at him.

Bishop Ino Firkus's old face flushed crimson, and he stammered:

"What nonsense! I don't have that ability. Don't slander me out of thin air..."

Cohen blurted out a sentence, mercilessly hitting Bishop Ino Felix hard:
"Provide 500 slaves to Professor Hega of 'Touch of Dark Magic' for experiments every year in exchange for 5,000 'Slave Soul Contracts'?
This is how you guys trade, right?"

Bishop Ino Filkes suddenly turned pale. His inner secret was revealed so openly that he wanted to escape through a crack in the ground.

The five people nearby looked at him in strange surprise, obviously surprised that Bishop Ino Firks had a secret deal with the Touch of Black Magic of the "Chaos Demon Continent".

Manager Moreau glanced at Bishop Ino Firkus and asked casually:
"That Ivan Petrov was flirting with Chaos Demon Continent before, and even the Demon Lord sent his most trusted 'musician' here. Could it be that you were the one who instigated this?"

Bishop Ino Firks immediately shook his head and said:

"Professor Hega and I have a personal relationship. I, the 'Fallen Church', have nothing to do with the 'Chaos Demon Continent' or the 'Touch of Dark Magic'!"

Cohen interrupted coldly:
"Okay, Mr. Bishop, this is the first time, so I won't say much. If you don't behave yourself next time, don't blame me for not giving you face!"

After saying that, he looked at the other four people.

Liman Taiwo, Precito Solari and Temper Nilsson all had no objections.

It is nothing more than providing some money, weapons and equipment, and engineering construction teams, which are all within their authority.

Although what Cohen needs is far more than what a low-level city-state requires, compared to the entire "Lost Land", this little thing is not worth their attention.

The only one who hesitated was veteran intelligence agent Ryder Gallo.

Cohen said to Reid:
“After the City Lord’s Mansion is established, I will set up a secret department—the External Security Bureau.

Responsible for the collection, analysis and evaluation of political, economic and military intelligence in the "Lost Land", and providing intelligence support for city-state security and decision-making.

I hope you can come and serve as the deputy director of the Security Bureau.

As for the reward, 10% of the city-state's profits is unrealistic. How about this, you are currently at the seventh level, and I promise to help you advance to the ninth level within ten years. How about that?"

A look of shock appeared on Reid Gallo's face, and the others had almost the same expression.

When you reach the Gold Level, it can be said that you are ascending to heaven step by step. Each advancement to a new level requires huge costs and resources, and even a bit of luck.

Under normal circumstances, advancing one level in ten years is considered fast.

The other party actually made such a boast that he guaranteed that Reid Gallo, who was only at level seven, could reach level nine within ten years. It was really unbelievable.

There are indeed those gifted people in this world who find cultivation and upgrading as easy as eating and drinking, such as Queen Yadel Angrain of Effiin, who was half a step away from becoming a legend at the age of 26, and the peerless empress Shanice Klein.

But these are all people at the top of the world. If Reid Gallo had this kind of talent, he would not be struggling at the seventh level in his forties.

What's more, the fact that Reid Gallo has not made a breakthrough has nothing to do with him personally.

He had already broken through to the Gold Level when he was in his early thirties. The reason why he remained at the Seventh Level for a long time was for a special reason.

Cohen made this promise naturally in order to use both kindness and force, and also to demonstrate his strength to the six "investors".

A contract alone can only restrain them from betraying you, but it cannot prevent them from cheating and being lazy when working for you.

Therefore, we must make them understand that following us is worthwhile.

Facing the questioning gazes of the six people, Cohen said calmly:

"Ryder Gallo, your profession is [Monk], correct?"

Ryder Gallo nodded.

Cohen continued:
"On the continent... including your 'Lost Land', there are three schools of [Warrior Monks]—the Sanda School, the Shadow School, and the Four Symbols School.

But the [Monk] you work for doesn't belong to these three schools, am I right?"

Reid Gallo admired Cohen's erudition and nodded slowly.

"I'm starting to believe you're not just talking nonsense. It's true that the [Warrior Monk] I work for isn't one of the three common styles on the continent."

Cohen then said:

"It's a destroyed school, an ancient sect of warrior monks - the Eternal Death Sect!

Is it right!"

Reid Gallo opened his eyes wide, his heart was in turmoil, and he was truly shocked by Cohen's words.

Not to mention that many outsiders know very little about the classification of [Warrior Monks], even some extraordinary people who work as [Warrior Monks] don't know much about some ancient sects.

The other party was able to quickly determine his extraordinary profession after only watching him take action a few times, and even accurately told him which school he belonged to. It was really incredible.

Especially in the Yongwang Sect, a martial arts sect that has been extinct for tens of thousands of years, almost no one knows his name.

It was during his youth when Reid Gallo was exploring that he accidentally obtained several cultivation manuals related to the Eternal Death Sect, which led to his advancement to the rank of [Monk].

But after he cultivated to the golden level, he could no longer find the subsequent secret manuals.

He used his professional advantages to collect information about the Eternal Death Sect, but he didn't get anything valuable. He could only put his hopes on the "Cobalt Soul Academy".

But he didn't expect that Cohen could actually call out the name of this sect in one breath, which really surprised him and made him feel pleasantly surprised.

The others didn't seem to mind this, but when they saw the usually calm veteran intelligence officer showing such an expression, they realized that Cohen might have said something extraordinary.

Reid Gallo quickly asked:

"You also know about the Eternal Death Sect?"

Cohen's tone was steady and powerful, and his speech was neither hurried nor slow:
"Monks of the Everdeath Order are fascinated by deciphering the structure and meaning of death.

In ancient times, they captured various animals and then recorded and understood the moment of their death.

They use this knowledge to guide their martial arts, resulting in a deadly fighting style.

But later, they were no longer satisfied with ordinary animals, but turned to capturing slaves, civilians, and even extraordinary people.

In the end, because of the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people, he was destroyed by the ancient forces. "

Reid Gallo nodded frequently as he listened, and the expression on his usually stiff face changed very vividly, which amazed the other "investors" who knew him very well.

It turns out that this person with facial paralysis can also make such rich expressions.

Ryder Gallo exclaimed:
"Captain, are you from the Cobalt Soul Academy?

I thought that besides me, only the Cobalt Soul Academy had a copy of this knowledge?"

The excited Reid Gallo even changed his address unconsciously.

Cohen shook his head and said:
"I have nothing to do with the Cobalt Soul Academy. I am sure you can reach the ninth level within ten years.

Because besides this useless history, I also possess two secret manuals."

Hearing this, Reid Gallo's breathing stagnated, his heart almost stopped beating, and he looked at Cohen eagerly with anxious eyes.

Cohen opened his lips slightly and said the two names that he was thinking of:
"Mr. Reid Gallo, the two secret books I possess are the ones you've been desperately pursuing but haven't been able to obtain—'Grip of Life and Death' and 'Touch of Eternal Sleep'."

Hearing the answer in his heart, Reid Gallo's breathing suddenly became rapid, his chest heaving violently, and a fanatical light flashed in his eyes, which was a mixture of irrepressible excitement and deep awe.

His voice was hoarse with emotion, and he bowed humbly and respectfully:

"My Lord, I am willing to obey all your arrangements!
I just want... I just want a complete copy of the 'Grip of Life and Death' manual!"

His voice was firm and sincere, and every word seemed like an oath from the depths of his soul.

"Nirvana Mantra", "Life-Calling Scythe", "Grip of Life and Death", "Touch of Eternal Sleep".

These are the four secret manuals for the Eternal Death Sect's [Monks] to cultivate from the Bronze rank to the Legendary rank.

Reid Gallo was unable to advance further to the Golden Stage because the "Grip of Life and Death" secret book he obtained was an incomplete version.

As for the legendary "Eternal Sleep Touch", he didn't even dare to think about it.

It's nothing more than that Reid Gallo was so excited and out of control, in the extraordinary world, all the power belonged to himself.

The improvement of extraordinary level and the strengthening of one's own strength are the fundamentals. As for power, wealth and so on, they all serve this goal.

Reid Gallo couldn't help but lose his composure when the secret book he had been searching for for more than ten years suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Cohen smiled faintly:
"Then, Mr. Deputy Director, you can come to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow to officially take up your post!"

Ryder Gallo said solemnly:
"Okay, my lord!"

The other "investors" were very surprised to see that the veteran intelligence officer, who was the most difficult to communicate with in the team, had suddenly done this. Their eyes met and they fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)