Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 193: "Persuade" Miss Elf!

At Emerald Lake Villa, Cohen took out the "Book of Time and Space" and turned to the page of "The Lost Land".

A flash of blue light passed by and disappeared on the spot.

After a moment of trance, Cohen's figure suddenly appeared in the Endless City, the Executive Office, and the living area.

Suddenly, a pleasant piano sound rang in my ears. Without a doubt, it must be Mavis playing the piano.

As Cohen appeared, the beautiful music came to an abrupt end. After a brief silence, his slender fingers tapped the keys quickly and lightly, making a few accents.

The seemingly unrhythmic tapping seemed to be welcoming Cohen's return.

Then came a pleasant voice:

"The master is back!"

Cohen had just come back to his senses when he heard Freya's excited voice.

This time when he came back, he greeted several girls in advance, so Windsordler and others were waiting for Cohen one by one.

Looking at the warlock lady, Cohen's eyes showed a smile. After not seeing her for such a long time, Freya had become more graceful, her figure was obviously much taller than before, and her eyebrows and eyes were more delicate.

Her eyes are bright and gentle, and when she smiles, the crescent moon and dimples make her look even more charming and lovely.

The baby fat on her face has faded, and her lines are soft and smooth, with a youthful and healthy blush. She looks eye-catching, exuding the breath of youth and overflowing with infinite vitality and charm.

Cohen couldn't help but sigh that girls really change a lot as they grow up, and they become more and more beautiful.

After praising Miss Warlock, Cohen looked towards Windsardler and Grace who were sitting on the sofa not far away, and Mavis who stood up gracefully from behind a piano.

Cohen fixed his eyes on Windsardelle's pretty face.

The elf lady was wearing a light blue robe, with long hair hanging down to her waist. Pointed ears protruded from her hair, which was as thin as a cicada's wings and had a faint pink color. Her eyes were like deep pools, clear and emerald green. As her eyes moved, she looked back and forth at Cohen.

Cohen's heart was moved, and he said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work recently."

Before she finished speaking, Grace on the side suddenly became indignant:
"Hey, hey, hey, you heartless person! I, the dignified eldest princess of the empire, am doing hard labor for you here. Can't you see?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, motioning Cohen to look over.

Cohen also smiled:

"Yes, Your Highness has worked hard too."

Grace curled her lips slightly, clearly feeling Cohen's perfunctory attitude.

Then he smiled at Mavis:
"The piano music of Ms. Performer is truly unforgettable."

After Cohen greeted everyone, Windsardler asked:
"Are you coming back this time to take Arnold's army with you?"

Cohen nodded slightly and said slowly:
“In a month, the Northwest Regional Exchange Conference will be held in Aifeiyin.

Based on various intelligence reports, I speculate that Heisenberg, the chief of the Senate of the Black Tomb and the Central Empire..."

When he said this, Cohen glanced at Grace beside him and continued:

"And Xia Zuo Tang, these forces will take action against Aifeiyin."

This was the first time Grace officially learned from Cohen that her younger brother, Prince Xia Zuo, was also involved in the operation against Effiin.

Her Royal Highness the Princess's expression couldn't help but become much more complicated.

Although she and her cousin are now incompatible and fighting each other.

But to outsiders, she and Xia Zuo had the same surname, the same family, and were both members of the royal family of the Eastern Territory Empire. At this moment, she felt that her identity was extremely embarrassing.

Cohen clearly saw the dilemma in Grace's heart.

Looking at Grace, he said:

“Your Highness, don’t worry. I have always treated you and Xia Zuo differently.

Xia Zuo is my enemy, you are not."

Grace breathed a sigh of relief and smiled charmingly:
"Oh, I'm a little touched. The captain has returned to Florence. His ability to coax women is very good. It seems that he has not been idle in Florence."

Cohen suddenly felt that he didn't need to counsel Grace at all. This woman's psychological quality was much stronger than he had imagined.

Back to business, Windsordale asked:
"So you want us to go back to Effiin with you?"

After Windsardler finished asking the question, Grace and Mavis also turned their eyes over, obviously very concerned about the answer to this question.

Although Cohen is now their leader and can ask them to obey any orders unconditionally, they still want to know the true thoughts of the leader.

Intellectually speaking, Florence now is not suitable for them to get involved.

A remote small country far away in the northwest continent, Aifeiyin, which is targeted by three giant forces: the Black Tomb, the Eastern Territory Empire, and the Central Empire, is already in a dangerous situation and is in danger of collapse at any time.

It would be an extremely unwise choice to force yourself to get involved at this time.

Cohen needs to give them a good reason.

However, compared to the doubts in Windsardler and Mavis's hearts, Grace seemed much more calm.

She had long suspected Cohen's true identity and was now just verifying her guess.

Cohen nodded firmly under the gazes of the three men, his tone serious and full of unquestionable determination:
"Yes, I need all members of the Infinity Blade to return to Florence with me.

Together with Effiin, we will destroy all invading enemies!"

After hearing this not-so-surprising answer, the expressions on their faces did not change, and their burning gazes were fixed on Cohen.

Although the three of them didn't say anything, it was obvious that they were all asking the same question.

why?
Why would you jump down there even though you knew it was a sea of fire and swords?
For the sake of a worthless little country, they openly confronted two empires and the most powerful underground organization in the continent.

They need answers from Cohen!

Cohen spoke, and his voice suddenly changed, sounding familiar to Windsardler, who had previously diagnosed Cohen with the "Memory Freezing" spell in the palace.

However, in this situation, she obviously had no time to think about where this sense of familiarity came from.

The voice that emanated from Cohen's throat was deep and powerful, and each word seemed to emerge from the most resolute corner of his heart:

"Because I have a reason to do this!"

Cohen's eyes swept across the three faces, each with its own unique charm but equally captivating. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and under the trembling gazes of the three people, he slowly took off the mask, revealing a more handsome, younger, and more charming appearance.

At the same time, the voice became younger and softer than before:
"The reason I must do this is because I am the King of Effiin, Cohen Corleone!"

As soon as Cohen finished speaking, the air in the living room seemed to be sucked out in an instant.

The originally flowing breeze suddenly stopped and fell into deathly silence.

Time seemed to be under a spell and stood still.

Windsardelle looked at the face that felt a little familiar, and the memories of a year ago began to roll in her mind.

The reason why he left the Central Empire, came to the Northwest Continent, and finally met the "Lord of Shadows", and so many things happened, was all because of this person.

This person was subjected to a saint-level "memory freeze", and his mind became that of a child.

His Prime Minister Angus and his teacher, the Grand Master of the Sanctuary Victor, are old classmates, and he asks his teacher to help lift the spell.

The teacher didn't want to come, so he sent himself here.

King Effiin!
The source of everything, the beginning of everything!
Unexpectedly, it was him behind the mask!
Windsardler couldn't explain how he felt.

She lowered her head slightly, her watery eyes slightly closed.

After a long time, he murmured softly:

“No wonder, no wonder you don’t want to leave Effiin.

It's so funny, I thought you were fascinated by a married Adair.

It turns out she is your queen!

Your Majesty Corleone, you are so powerful!

A dignified king was actually running around outside like an adventurer, was actually able to dodge saint-level spells, was actually able to summon gods, and was actually able to thrive in the 'Lost Land'!
You did all this for Adele, she should be very happy!"

Windsardler's voice was filled with a hint of bitterness and jealousy.

Cohen stepped forward and grabbed Windsardler's hand, saying softly:
"Can you listen to my explanation?"

Windsardler's eyes turned red, he looked away, and tried to break free.

Fortunately, Cohen knew that he must not let go at this time, so he immediately used his strength to hold on tightly.

At the same time, he looked at Grace and Mavis, who still had shock on their faces but had already started watching the show.

Said:

"Could you two please step aside for a moment? I'll talk to you guys separately later and give you an explanation."

Grace smiled triumphantly:

"Your Majesty Corleone, you are more handsome than I thought!"

Cohen's expression changed slightly. He could tell from Grace's words that the other party seemed to have guessed his identity a long time ago.

This eldest princess really should not be underestimated.

Mephis also looked at Cohen with a complicated expression and said in a deep voice:

"I never thought that the famous 'Lord of Shadows' would actually be King Effiin. If this news were to get out, I wonder what kind of storm it would cause."

After the two of them finished talking, they took Freya away.

Only Cohen and Windsardler were left in the room.

When dealing with Miss Elf, you can't just act directly like you did with Rosalina.

Although the elves are simple, they are also stubborn. If you don't do ideological work on them, the consequence of forcing them will be that Windsordale will throw them out like garbage.

Cohen's voice became much softer. He pulled Windsardler to sit on the sofa and whispered:

"I didn't mean to hide my identity from you."

Windsardelle raised his head slightly, restrained his emotions, and his voice became much calmer:
“Your Majesty naturally has his own considerations for doing this.

I'm just an elf who's lived a little longer. I'm no match for Queen Effiin, who at the age of twenty could already destroy a ninth-rank elf with a single blow and become a legend with a single move! We're just tools for the sex games between you two."

Hearing Windsardler say this, Cohen's mouth showed bitterness, he sighed, and said slowly:

"You misunderstood. Even now, Adele still doesn't know my true identity. She always thinks I'm still a child."

Hearing this, Windsardler's expression softened a little.

Cohen struck while the iron was hot and continued:
"That saint-level memory freeze did have a certain impact on me at the beginning.

But I soon woke up and even gained a certain degree of predictive ability.

I was alone and weak at that time, and since I didn't know who attacked me secretly, I even suspected Adele for a while.

Therefore, in order to cope with the crisis, I had no choice but to create an identity as the 'Lord of Shadows' to act outside and secretly accumulate strength."

Windsardler's eyes trembled inexplicably. A young king suffered such a terrorist attack and had no one around him whom he could trust. In this situation, Cohen's approach was indeed the best choice.

Seeing that Windsardler's attitude had softened, Cohen breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

"In order to further develop my power, I've set my sights on the 'Concentric Curse' that can command the orc army.

That is the ruins where we first met.

When we met, I didn't know your true identity, so I didn't tell you mine.

Can you understand this, Windsor?"

Windsardler reflexively wanted to nod in agreement, but quickly remembered that he was still angry and couldn't forgive him so quickly.

So he continued to keep a straight face, looked away and did not answer.

Cohen continued:

“Later, that’s when we met in the palace.

I just found out that you are actually the special envoy of the Queen of the Central Empire, and even a student of a great wizard of the Holy Land.

At that time, I actually wanted to confess my identity to you.

Because through our shared life and death in the Nightmare Mist, I have come to regard you as the closest and most trustworthy girl."

A layer of pink crept up Windsordler's pointed ears. She looked at Cohen's affectionate gaze, feeling a little overwhelmed. Finally, she opened her red lips and whispered:
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"

A smile appeared in Cohen's eyes, and he continued:

"But later, through various analyses, I discovered that those targeting us at Aifeiyin included not only Xia Zuo from the Eastern Territory Empire, but also people from the Central Empire!
I learned from my Prime Minister Angus that at first, Grand Master Victor of the Sanctuary was planning to come in person, but later due to some force majeure, he sent you, a student.

My analysis is that there is a force within the Central Empire that is putting pressure on Victor!

Being able to put pressure on a Grand Master of the Sanctuary, Windsor, do you know how much pressure and torment I must have endured after coming to this conclusion? "

Cohen's face showed a gloomy look, and he began to shamelessly play the victim.

As we all know, there is always a maternal side in a woman's heart, and Cohen is trying to awaken the softest part of Windsordale's heart.

The effect is indeed amazing.

Hearing Cohen's psychological journey, Windsardler couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Cohen continued:

"At the time, I could only think that it was Her Majesty the Empress of the Central Empire who was putting pressure on your teacher.

As the personal envoy and best friend of Her Majesty the Empress, how dare I let you know my true identity?
Even if I trust you unconditionally, how can I bear to let you be caught in the middle?
It was not until later that I discovered that the mastermind from the Central Empire was Heisenberg from the Imperial House of Nobles, not Her Majesty the Empress, that I was ready to confess my identity to you.

But I was afraid that you would misunderstand me and think that I was deceiving you, but I finally decided to be honest with you.

I believe the people I care about will understand my difficulties, right, Windsor?"

Cohen's extremely shameless moral kidnapping and words that were almost a confession directly broke through Windsardler's psychological defenses.

The elf lady's tightly clenched hands loosened slightly, a few strands of hair falling on both sides of her beautiful face, and she hummed softly:
"You've passed the test."

Cohen looked at Windsordale's stunningly beautiful and charming face, his heart pounding. He slowly lowered his head and gently kissed her rosy lips.

His hand slid down from Windsordler's shoulders, gradually occupying the high ground, and his fingertips and palms transmitted waves of heat from the opposite sex.

Cohen couldn't help but marvel at the magic of the Creator.

Seeing that Windsardler did not resist much, Cohen took advantage of the situation and leaned his head down.

From the neck to the collarbone, all the way to the two snow-white plateaus.

After Cohen savored the sweet pastry, he suddenly felt playful.

Windsardelle's beautiful face flushed red, her eyes closed tightly, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan from her throat.

At this moment, an almost inaudible cough broke the atmosphere between the two.

Then came a charming voice:

"Please pay attention, there are children living in the living area!"

Cohen suddenly woke up, and Windsardler opposite him also woke up from the abyss of desire. His eyes were full of anxiety and shame. He quickly put on his clothes and rolled his eyes at Cohen fiercely.

Grace's interruption also caused Cohen to end his possession of Windsordale.

After Windsardler regained his composure, he suddenly asked:
"Has Isabella ever done this with you?"

Cohen said righteously:

"Windsor, that was my first kiss!"

Windsordale spat lightly and said:
"First kiss today!"

After saying this, the whole person turned into a fragrant breeze and disappeared on the spot.

Cohen sighed softly, secretly thinking that it was not a good thing for a woman to be too smart.

But he was in a good mood now. After dealing with Windsordler, who was the most difficult to convince, the remaining two people were much easier to deal with.

Cohen followed the sound directly and found Grace's room.

As soon as he entered the room, Grace was looking at him with a half-smile on her face, her face full of ridicule:

"Tsk tsk tsk, respected Majesty Corleone, I'm very curious, does your queen know about the good things you do outside?
As far as I know, generally speaking, a woman's care for a man is proportional to her possessiveness of the man.

Adair is so devoted to you, I bet she wouldn't tolerate another woman sharing her husband with her!"

Cohen replied with a faint smile:

"This seems to be a private matter of the king. Your Highness, the Princess, is not being a little too curious."

Grace had no intention of letting Cohen go. She licked her red lips and said:

“A girl with golden wings, and an elven princess.

Plus a stunning queen.

I can't wait to see a Shura show!"

Cohen's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't lose the upper hand at all:
"What's the fun of just watching the show? Your Highness can also go on stage himself!
I take back what I said before, I am now ready to become the brother-in-law of the most powerful prince on the continent!"

Grace's face flushed slightly, and she spat softly:
"You wish. Come here. I have something important to tell you."

Cohen took two tentative steps forward. He had always been cautious in dealing with the eldest princess of the empire who had succubus blood.

Grace looked at Cohen's actions, laughed in anger, crossed her long legs, and said unhappily:
"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you. Come here, I have something to ask you!"

Cohen's expression returned to normal. He stopped two steps away from Grace and said:

"Your Highness, if you have any instructions, please tell me directly."

At the same time, Grace's bare feet were gently shaking with the red high heels in her mouth, and they were about to fall off her jade toes, which attracted Cohen's attention.

Because of her crossed legs, a large area of skin as delicate as frosted porcelain was exposed, which glowed with a cool and elegant luster in the dim light, like cold jade condensed in the moonlight.

Especially the white jade-colored instep exposed outside the shoe upper, coupled with its slightly raised arc, looks like a natural jade artifact, which is unforgettable at first sight and makes people want to play with it.

Cohen examined it for a moment with a scientific attitude, secretly compared it with Windsordale's jade feet, and then calmly withdrew his gaze.

Grace seemed not to notice Cohen's look and asked:

“Hey, can you tell me how you escaped from a saint-level spell?
I've investigated, and many people in your Florence Palace saw you being hit by that spell scroll with their own eyes, and there are even remnants of the spell that froze your memory in your body.

But you are not affected at all, how do you do it?"

Hearing Grace ask this, Cohen confirmed his previous speculation. Grace had indeed doubted his identity a long time ago and had secretly investigated him.

Grace is indeed quite capable, as she has been able to fight Xia Zuo alone for so many years.

Cohen couldn't help but wonder whether he should consider replacing the Eastern Territory Empire with a female emperor?

Cohen concealed his thoughts and said with a chuckle:

"This secret is only known to my family."

Grace said dissatisfiedly:
"We signed a contract!"

Cohen shrugged and said:
"The contract doesn't include telling you my personal affairs."

Grace snorted lightly, no longer dwelling on the matter, and continued:

"Before, you were always pretending to be someone you were not, and I was too embarrassed to expose you. There were many things I couldn't tell you.

Now that you have revealed your identity, I will not waste any more time talking to you.

Are you interested in joining forces with me to teach Xia Zuo a profound lesson in Florence? "

Cohen narrowed his eyes slightly and said quickly:
"Do you know what Xia Zuo has planned for Florence this time?"

The lines on Grace's face suddenly became angular, making her look a little cold.

Although he was still sitting there, he gave off an air of keeping strangers away from him.

The original charming look disappeared, and at this moment she suddenly gave Cohen a feeling that she had the power of life and death.

Grace's magnetic voice rang in Cohen's ears:

"Your Majesty Corleone, you don't really think that I am just beautiful!"

(End of this chapter)