Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 178: "Sucked Dry" by the Queen Sister!
Cohen's words effectively diverted Nephthys' attention, and the latter no longer focused on the strange scent on her body.

Nephthys frowned and asked:

"Sir, have you reached a cooperation agreement with Black Tomb?"

Cohen told Nephthys about his deal with Rosalina.

Including the relationship between this high-level "salesman" of the Black Tomb and the "Lord of Sequence" Belmodi.

Although Cohen had deliberately downplayed the relationship between him and Rosalina, the perceptive Nephthys still sensed something unusual in Cohen's words:
"It seems that the relationship between you and Her Excellency the Witch alone is not enough to make Miss Rosina make such a big concession."

Cohen laughed dryly twice, his face full of concealment.

Nephthys snorted softly:
"I bet Miss Roselanda must be very beautiful!"

Cohen said seriously:
“Is this a question of beauty or not?

The point shouldn't be that we can use the money and materials from the Black Tomb to develop our own power!

This was a great help to our Military Control Commission in its early days.

What's more, is there anything more satisfying than using the enemy's money to do our own business? "

Nephthys curled her lips, made a face at Cohen, and left the palace.

Let’s not talk about what Cohen is going to do.

Nephthys had just left Cohen's room and had not taken a few steps.

Not far away, he saw a tall and beautiful female official smiling at him, obviously having something to say to him.

Nephthys knew this lady-in-waiting who had always been by Adair's side. When she was a few steps away from him, she made an elegant gesture, pointed toward the pavilion nearby, and said:
"Miss Nephthys, come here and talk."

Nephthys' eyes moved slightly, and she followed the maid to the pavilion nearby.

The female official smiled and said:

"Miss Nephthys, Her Majesty the Queen has a few words for me to convey to you."

"Please say."

“Your Highness hopes that you can reduce unnecessary interactions and meetings with our Majesty in the future.

If there is anything that needs to be shared and communicated, His Highness can do it for you."

Nephthys was stunned, and a trace of resentment suddenly emerged in her heart.

She is so domineering. You get jealous when she says a few words to your husband. If she finds out about other things in the future, you will be even more unbearable.

Nephthys thought this in her heart, but still smiled gently on the surface:
"I understand. Please tell Her Majesty the Queen that I know my limits."

The female official smiled and said:

"Thank you for your understanding, Miss Nephthys. I'll speak to you again when I have time."

At the same time, Cohen, who was about to go out, was blocked by Adele.

Cohen quickly put on a diligent look, and when he saw Adele come in, he said in surprise:
"Sister, how come you have time to come to my place!"

Adair smiled gently and said softly:
"I heard that His Majesty has been getting up diligently every day these days. I am very pleased."

Cohen admired Adele's beautiful face and replied:
"My sister works so hard, I want to be able to help her as soon as possible!"

Adair sat down next to Cohen, flipping through the information Cohen was reading, and whispered:

"Your Majesty's safety is the greatest help to me.

Well, the capital might be a little uneasy for a while, so I found a safe place for Your Majesty.

You stay there for a while, and I'll take you back after I've dealt with the affairs in the capital."

Cohen immediately realized that the Queen sister was talking about the matter she had discussed with Isabella about sending herself to the second elder of the Golden Wing Family.

He said quickly:
“No, I’m not leaving!

Sister, no matter what happens, I will be with you!"

Adair's heart trembled violently at Cohen's words, which were almost a confession.

She slowly calmed down. She couldn't imagine how happy she would be to hear these words if Cohen was in a normal state.

Adele showed no warmth when addressing Cohen's safety concerns. Her tone was much stronger:
“No, you have to go.

There is no room for negotiation on this matter!"

After she finished speaking, she felt that her tone was a bit too harsh. She gently stroked Cohen's face with her fair palm and said:

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Once Your Majesty has fully grown up, it won't be too late to face those things with my sister."

Cohen couldn't face the dual attack of Adele's emotions and body, so he had to agree:
"Okay, sister, I'll listen to you."

Adele smiled and gently kissed Cohen's forehead:

"I still have official duties to attend to. Your Majesty, please do not overwork yourself and make sure to balance work and rest."

Cohen felt the warm touch on his forehead and couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering.

Every detail and every movement of this woman exudes a touching charm all the time.

I really don't know how confident I am in getting out of Adele's arms after I confront my sister.

Cohen inexplicably thought of a line of poetry from his previous life: The spring night is short and the sun rises high, from now on the king no longer holds court early in the morning.

Fortunately, this is the extraordinary world, and I am also a powerful extraordinary person with excellent physical fitness.

Otherwise, he doubted whether he would be exhausted to death by Adair.

Cohen shook his head heavily, shaking off the charming thoughts in his mind.

It’s getting late, I guess Fingle is almost at Collins’ mansion!
He also needs to act quickly!
Cohen took out a piece of information given to him by Rosalina from his arms.

It records a very secret business——

A deal between the former Industry Secretary Vaughan Collins and "Black Tomb"!
A piece of information that Rosalina had passed on to him not long ago.

Vaughn once secretly colluded with the "Phantom Corpse", the minister of the Northwest branch of the "Black Tomb", and secretly sold many precious magic ores and rare metals in Effiin to the "Black Tomb".

If this matter is ever verified, no matter who Vaughan has backing, even if his backer is Prime Minister Angus, he will not be able to escape the fate of destruction!

After seeing this information, Cohen immediately decided to use this case as an opportunity to fire the first shot of the Military Control Commission to shock the entire country!
……

Two ordinary Florence police officers went to the Collins family's mansion.

He didn't understand why his superiors suddenly issued such a crazy order.

Doesn’t the superior know whose mansion this is?

Before they reached the gate, a middle-aged man with a stern expression stopped them.

He looks like a guard in the mansion.

The middle-aged man didn't care about the police uniforms they were wearing and asked arrogantly:
"Who asked you to come here? What's the matter?"

One of the older police officers mustered up the courage to say:

"Hello, we are from the Royal Capital Police Department. We would like your cooperation in investigating something."

After hearing what the older police officer said, the middle-aged man seemed to have heard something incredible.

He burst into laughter and said:
"Okay, but the Viscount is not at home right now. How about I tell you where he is and you go find him?"

The two police officers were surprised. They didn't expect the other party to be so easy to talk to.

However, the words that came out of the middle-aged man's mouth immediately chilled them all to the bone:

"The Viscount is hunting with some cabinet ministers in the countryside right now. Would you like me to take you there?

Let him cooperate with your investigation!"

The two police officers felt a chill down their spines.

The four words "Cabinet Minister" were like an unshakable mountain, pressing them down to the point of suffocation.

They had long forgotten the orders from their superiors, apologized repeatedly, and left the mansion in disgrace.

Not far away, Fingle was sitting in a carriage, watching this scene silently, and he had a deeper impression of the Collins family's arrogance and power.

An ordinary guard can order the police in the royal capital around. This is the Collins family!
He sat calmly in the carriage for a long time, and only stood up slowly when it was almost dark.

When Finkel came out of the carriage, he was wearing a thick, old coat and looked much more haggard.

He was dressed like a country bumpkin coming to the city.

He stopped when he was still a few hundred meters away from the gate of Collins Mansion.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze lingering on the door for a long time.

Not long after, the middle-aged guard who had just sent the police officer away appeared again.

This time his tone was obviously more impatient, and his cold eyes looked back and forth at the conspicuously dressed Fingle.

The tone was quite stiff:

"What are you standing here for? Go away!"

Finger's face showed panic and embarrassment, and he asked anxiously:
"Excuse me...is this Viscount Collins's residence?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and asked:

"who are you?"

Finkel swallowed his saliva and said:
"I...I'm from Fasak."

Hearing this name, the expression of the middle-aged man in the lead became much more intriguing.

Viscount Vaughan Collins is a Fassacian, and the other party might be a relative of the Viscount who has come to seek refuge.

He has seen many similar people. In order to maintain his image, the Viscount would usually be generous and provide some financial assistance to the other party.

He also had a set of procedures for dealing with these people, and asked:
"What do you want from the Viscount?"

Fear flashed in Fingel's eyes as he spoke intermittently:

"I...I can only tell adults."

The middle-aged man frowned and asked:
"You can't just see the Viscount whenever you want. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Finger's eyes wandered, and he glanced around in panic, motioning the middle-aged man to come closer, and then whispered in his ear:

"Sir, I heard someone is investigating the Viscount in Fassac City!"

The middle-aged man was startled. Thinking of what the two police officers had just said, he began to think deeply and his tone became stronger.

He immediately stretched out his hand to signal the other party to stop talking, and disappeared in a flash.

Only a strong magical fluctuation remained.

Finkel's eyelids twitched slightly. Gold level, definitely gold level.

Is it possible that a mere gatekeeper has reached the golden level of strength?
The Collins family is not to be underestimated!
Not long after, the middle-aged man of the Golden Rank appeared in front of Finkel again, his face full of coldness, and said:
"follow me!"

After saying that, he grabbed Finkel's shoulders, and Finkel suddenly heard the sound of wind whistling in his ears.

When his sight returned, he found himself in a living room, with a handsome middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the room.

Finkel's heart moved slightly. He had also noticed this person when he was investigating the Klins family.

Vaughan Collins' personal lawyer and the Collins family's butler - Helmut White.

Helmut stared at Finkel for a long time and asked:
"What do you call your little brother?"

Finkel's face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice:

"Fin...Fingal."

Helmut chuckled:
"Don't be nervous. I just heard from Kent that someone is investigating you in Farsack City, right?"

Finger's expression became very excited and he said loudly:

“Yes! Really!

They wore black uniforms and black hats, and flashed impressive credentials..."

Helmut gave a slight signal with his eyes, and the gold-rank guard named Kent brought a glass of water to Finkel.

Helmut smiled gently and said:

"Don't be nervous, speak slowly.

Drink some water first."

Finger took the water and drank it in big gulps, then said:
"I'm a waiter at a restaurant in Fassack City. I once heard a few men in black secretly discussing something in a private room.

The content is directed at the Viscount.

I heard, I heard that they are all from the royal capital.

Oh yes, I also heard them mention something about the system.”

A trace of surprise appeared between Helmut's brows, and he immediately asked:

"Military Control?"

Finkel clapped his hands suddenly:
"Yes, yes, it's called the Military Control Commission. I remember now!"

Helmut's expression became much more serious. He had already stood up and was very close to Finkel. He asked in a deep voice:

"Did you hear what specifically they were investigating about the adults?"

Finkel immediately tightened his lips, and his eyes revealed the cunning and greed unique to country people.

A hint of amusement flashed across Helmut's brows, and he thought to himself that this kid was quite smart. No wonder he dared to come to the Viscount's Mansion alone to report the news!

He smiled faintly and waved his hand slightly, and the golden-level extraordinary guards retreated on their own.

Then he said:
"Little brother, our Collins family has a good reputation and we will not treat you unfairly."

Finger's eyes flickered, and his voice was low, but his words revealed an unchangeable stubbornness:

"I...I will only tell the Viscount."

Helmut narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly chuckled:
"Interesting, I underestimated you!"

After saying that, he left.

Finkel didn't have to wait long before a man in gorgeous clothes walked over steadily.

The man's hair was carefully combed, and his forehead was broad and covered with deep wrinkles.

Although the eyes are not big, they are extremely deep, like two bottomless dry wells.

Occasionally, a ray of light flashed by, as sharp as a knife in the cold night, as if it could see through people's hearts in an instant.

He can also become murky and vague when necessary, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

He was meticulously dressed, with elaborate embroidery and neat tailoring that betrayed his status.

His walking posture was steady and slow, with his hands habitually behind his back and his fingers slightly clasped.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Among the powerful class in Florence, which is filled with the atmosphere of power and interests, Vaughan Collins is like an old tree with tangled roots, which has weathered wind and rain but still stands tall.

Vaughan Collins single-handedly brought the Collins family from a middle-class family to the top elite class in Florence.

Faced with such a powerful figure who can call the wind and rain and make the whole of Florence tremble with just a stomp of his feet.

If it were the old Finkel, he would definitely be so nervous that he would be speechless.

But since he accepted the king's summons and gift, he can now treat this powerful viscount calmly.

Vaughan Collins stared at Fingle as he entered the room.

The tone is very gentle:

"Is it someone from my hometown?"

Finger seemed like a different person at this moment, his face was much calmer, and he replied calmly:
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I just deceived Mr. Helmut White.

I am not from your hometown."

Vaughn remained calm and said with a faint smile:

"It's okay. I heard that you heard some interesting news in my hometown. Can you tell me about it?"

When Vaughn talks to people, he looks at them intently, giving people the illusion that they are valued.

Finkel shook his head and said:
"Yes, but I need the Viscount to answer a few questions for me."

Helmut standing by looked stunned.

Vaughn raised his eyebrows slightly and asked:

"Very interesting young man. As long as your information is true, I can answer a few questions for you."

Finkel nodded in agreement.

Vaughn stared at Finkel's expression and asked softly:
"How do you know they are from the Military Control Commission?"

"I've seen their IDs."

"What do their IDs look like?"

Finkel gave a brief description.

A solemn look appeared between Vaughn's brows.

Yes, it is said that the Military Control Commission’s ID card does look like this.

Didn’t the other party lie?
Vaughn felt a little uneasy and continued to ask:
“Since you have seen the ID, you have also seen the name on it.

Could you tell me who this person is?"

Finkel quickly replied:
"Of course, but after I answer this question, the Viscount will also have to answer a few questions for me."

Vaughn chuckled and said:
"Of course, the Collins family never breaks their promise."

Finkel raised his voice:

"Fingal, Fingal Harvey."

Hearing this name, Helmut's face suddenly changed, and Vaughn narrowed his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, when Helmut recounted what happened here to him just now, he mentioned that the other party seemed to be called Finkel.

Before the two of them could speak, Finkel shook his shoulders slightly, and his coat was directly put into the storage equipment.

Revealing a cold, straight black uniform.

At the same time, he took out his ID from his inner pocket and said calmly:
"Fingal Harvey, Level 4 Investigation Director of the Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the Effiin Military Committee.

Meet His Excellency Viscount Vaughan Collins!"

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly froze.

Helmut White's gaze suddenly turned to Finkel. At the same time, Vaughn slowly looked at the document in Finkel's hand.

After a long silence, Vaughn suddenly burst into a hearty laugh:

"Director Fingle, there's no need to go to such great lengths. Our Collins family is a viscount family appointed by the King and a legitimate aristocratic family.

We welcome everyone to visit us and will cooperate with any law enforcement department!"

Finkel's face was calm, and he replied calmly:

"It seems that I underestimated the Viscount's generosity. I apologize to you here."

Vaughan waved his hand generously and said:
"It's okay, young comrade, you have ideas and courage, which is a good thing.

I just like guys like you.

I have told Mr. Angus many times that what we in Effiin lack is young people with drive and enthusiasm.

The entire upper bureaucracy, including me, of course, is dull, cautious, and boring.

It's time to inject some fresh blood.

Next time we meet, I will definitely recommend Mr. Fingle to Mr. Angus."

Mr. Angus!
Most investigators would have been nervous when they heard the subject of the investigation so calmly mention the Prime Minister's name.

But Finkel seemed unaware.

The Prime Minister could not put any pressure on a man who was personally conferred a baronship by His Majesty the King.

Finkel was very confident.

He immediately caught the loophole in the other party's words:
"Does Viscount Collins still consider himself a member of the bureaucracy?

In my impression, the Viscount should have left the cabinet for thirty years.

Can I understand that even after leaving his post for thirty years, the Viscount is still keen on guiding the industrial development of the country? "

There was a dazed look in Vaughn's eyes.

For many years, no one dared to talk to me like this.

Even the Prime Minister was polite to me.

Without the strong support of Collins and other veteran ministers, how could Angus have entered the cabinet so smoothly and become the Prime Minister three years ago?

Finkel's words were almost like pointing at Vaughn's nose and saying, "Old vegetable farmer, you've been retired for 30 years. Stop meddling in government affairs all day long."

A small investigation director, whose rank is not even half that of his secretary, actually dared to speak to him like that.

How dare he?

Vaughan felt his authority was challenged.

Just based on that crappy ID in his hand.

Doesn't this kid know that His Majesty the King is just a decoration now, and all state affairs are decided by the Angrian family.

With his relationship with Prime Minister Angus, who in the entire Effiin can touch him?
However, he naturally disdained to show his emotions to a small investigation director. He took a sip of tea, looked into the distance, and said lightly:

"You can leave now."

Finger sat there without moving, and said in a deep voice:
"I can leave, but can the Viscount fulfill his promise just now?"

Vaughn frowned slightly.

Finger continued:
"Just now, the Viscount promised that as long as the information I told you is true, you will answer a few questions for me."

Vaughn's eyes suddenly turned dark, and his cold gaze fell on Finkel.

Finger pointed to the epaulettes and said calmly:
"This is a surveillance array, created by... Her Majesty the Queen!
I think the Viscount probably doesn't want Her Majesty the Queen to think that you are a man who doesn't keep his word."

Vaughn's face turned completely cold, and he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, saying three times:
"Good, good, good!"

Helmut's expression beside him also changed.

After a long silence, Vaughn radiated a sense of courage, his eyes gleaming brightly as he spoke in a focused voice:

"You may begin, Director Finger Harvey!"

Finkel turned his gaze to Helmut and said:

“I’m not such an inhuman person.

The Viscount is in a high position and has great power. After all, it is not something that a mere investigation director like me can question.

How about this, if Mr. Helmut doesn't mind, he can replace the Viscount!"

(End of this chapter)