Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 258 The Ancient Star Clan!
Noticing Cohen's actions, Julian immediately stopped talking and followed Cohen's gaze.

The file records an experience from Malin Paxson's childhood.

It was a glorious experience in his youth.

Marin was originally born in an ordinary baron's family in Quesaon, the capital of the Kingdom of Ceylon, but he showed extraordinary abilities since he was a child.

Especially when he was only eight years old, he could recognize some ancient astral languages that even many senior scholars could not understand.

It was precisely because of his extraordinary talent in Astral Language that he was valued by the then President of the National Central University of the Kingdom of Ceylon and was specially approved to join the junior class of the university.

This is how he rose to prominence and eventually entered the inner circle of the ruling class of the Kingdom of Ceylon.

Cohen frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice:
"Marin Paxson was actually able to come into contact with the ancient Astral Language when he was a child?
Does your Kingdom of Ceylon offer this course to children from the time they are first educated?

Julian was stunned for a moment, then after a brief thought, he shook his head affirmatively:

“No, as far as I can remember, not many people in the entire kingdom have heard of this language.

Astral language, this should be the language of the extinct Astral tribe. Even in universities, there are probably only a few schools that study this language."

Cohen's tone suddenly became inexplicable:
“In the entire human continent, only the Cobalt Soul Academy and some secret research institutions of the five great empires have mastered some parts of the Astral Language.

How did Malin Paxson develop the ability to recognize the Astral Language at the age of eight?

Julian replied:
“It’s a little strange, but it doesn’t seem to be a big deal.

Maybe he has a talent for these minor languages.”

A look of deep thought appeared in Cohen's eyes. If it was any other language, it would be easy to understand, but it had to be the ancient astral language, which made Cohen have some strange associations.

The ancient Star Clan, a race that can be traced back to the ancient gods, once ruled the entire world together with the dragon clan and the human clan.

The ancient Star Clan mastered the laws governing the movement of stars and cultivated at an extremely fast speed. Almost everyone in them was a prophet, born with the ability to seek benefits and avoid harm, and could easily find various opportunities on the continent.

The development of the Star Tribe and their unlimited plunder of resources have posed a great threat to the survival of the human and dragon races.

Finally, with the secret cooperation of the human and dragon races, most of the Star Tribe were destroyed, and only a few members survived.

In the setting of the previous life game, the Ancient Star Clan was also considered a boss in the mid-game.

When the struggle for hegemony among nations enters a white-hot period, the remnants of the ancient Star Clan who have been lurking for thousands of years will emerge from the darkness and take advantage of the chaotic situation to rebuild their own race.

At that time, due to years of war and accumulated hatred among human countries, it was impossible for them to unite again to deal with this ancient race.

In addition, with the passage of time, many people have no idea about the threat posed by the ancient Star Clan.

Therefore, without the interference of external forces, these surviving members of the Star Tribe developed very rapidly.

Relying on the complete ancient technology and innate abilities inherited within the clan, they rose rapidly in the northwest continent, defeated the Northern Territory Empire in a head-on battle, annexed many countries, and established a Star Empire.

Fortunately, the gods came out and intervened in the later period, and humans managed to organize a coalition and defeated the Star Empire again.

Cohen withdrew his thoughts and looked at the file of Marlin Paxson, the second prince's permanent secretary.

In his impression, the remnants of the Star Tribe had long since secretly integrated into human society, and even married and had children with some humans, giving birth to offspring.

Only those descendants who have awakened to the ethnic language will be accepted as members of their tribe.

The Star Clan's greatest reliance is the ancient Star Language. Their language is the material for their spellcasting. In addition to using the Star Language for divination and prophecy, high-level Star Clan transcendents can even use the Star Language to achieve the effect of "words coming true", that is, what they say comes true.

Could this Marlin Paxson be the ancient Star Man who has awakened the language of his race?
Cohen had to have this suspicion.

Placing one's own people around the heir of a kingdom in the northwest continent is very similar to the style of the Star Clan. After all, when the Star Clan takes advantage of the human war to disrupt the situation in the future, their base will be in the northwest continent.

Unfortunately, in his previous life, when the War of Nations was in the middle stage, Cohen was busy leading his forces to capture cities in the Central Continent and didn't care about the affairs of the Star Empire at all.

That is to say, when the human coalition attacked the Star Empire in the later period, he went to join in the fun. He did not know which country the Star Clan had arranged their people in.

Cohen quickly thought again, if Marlin Paxson was really a descendant of the Astral Clan, why would he be so high-profile and deliberately expose the secret that he mastered the ancient Astral language?

Could it be that I was wrong, and he simply had a talent for the Astral Language?
Cohen suppressed his guess. It seemed that he would have to wait until he met Marlin Paxson to know everything!
……

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the courtyard of the official residence, and the golden light shone through the tall sycamore trees, casting mottled shadows on the stone road.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus. Malin Paxson's eyes swept across the towering gray-white building in front of him. The large, bright floor-to-ceiling windows reflected a soft halo in the setting sun.

This is the official residence of Charles Cromwell, the second prince of the Kingdom of Ceylon. At this moment, he is standing silently at the door of the residence, holding a document tightly in his hand, with a solemn expression and cold eyes.

The beautiful scenery in the courtyard did not at all alleviate his bad mood.

He had received intelligence from the Dark Tide Ghost Pirates that something had happened in the southern border of Effiin, and his immediate superior, Prince Charles's plan to make money would suffer a severe blow.

Without the source of income from the south, their financial revenue would immediately shrink by more than half.

However, the financial losses are only secondary.

The most important thing is that if people find out that the person behind this matter is Charles, the second prince of the Kingdom of Ceylon, then everything will be ruined.

Not only will Prince Charles' future and reputation be in jeopardy, but his own years of hard work and investment will also be wasted.

Especially since His Majesty the King recently repeatedly stressed the need to avoid direct conflict with Effiin and not to give the other party an excuse to attack Ceylon.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that His Majesty the King of Ceylon was afraid. He was afraid of the endless and invincible army of orcs behind Cohen.

This Aifein, which is jointly led by the continent's most evil king and the continent's youngest legendary transcendent, has already made the entire Kingdom of Ceylon feel frightened.

Once what Prince Charles and others did behind the king's back was revealed, Effiin would have sufficient reason to take action against the Kingdom of Ceylon.

Not long ago, they were still cheering for the Saxon defeat in Effien, but they did not expect that they would taste the bitter fruit of Effien so soon.

The hateful king’s lover, the Red Dragon Duchess!
They actually discovered the transaction between them and the nobles of the Southern Territory!
Baron Marin took a deep breath and stepped into the official residence with a heavy heart.

The leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the floor, and the footsteps were particularly heavy.

The guards in the official residence saw that it was Baron Marin, Prince Charles's permanent secretary, and nodded slightly.

Baron Marin walked steadily into Prince Charles' office. The door of the office was ajar, and he could faintly hear the sound of a fierce argument coming from inside.

Judging from the sound, it was obvious that the prince and his wife were arguing loudly about something.

Baron Marin's mouth twitched slightly. He didn't need to think much, he must have been caught by his wife while out having fun.

Baron Marin's mood became even heavier, and he wondered why he chose this time to report the bad news to him.

After waiting for a while, it was already completely dark, but there was still no sign of stopping in the office.

Baron Marin hesitated for a moment, thinking that he should let His Highness know about this matter as soon as possible.

He simply gritted his teeth, took a step forward and knocked on the office door.

After the knock on the door, the noise inside immediately became quieter.

Not long after, a heavily made-up, furious lady angrily pushed open the door.

She is the princess who has been married to His Royal Highness the Second Prince Charles for more than three years.

When the lady passed by Baron Marin, Marin bowed slightly. Before she could even say hello, she was met with a barrage of angry rebukes:

"Baron Marlin Paxson!

It is His Majesty the King who pays you!
I beg you, please don't help your Prince cover up next time!
He hasn't even become king yet, and he wants to imitate others' promiscuous behavior?"

Baron Marin was stunned for a moment and stood there silently without saying a word.

I thought, who is the lady talking about?
His Majesty the King does not seem to be a romantic man.

Before Marin could figure it out, after a brief pause, the lady continued:

"If he had half the strength and charm of King Effiin, it wouldn't be too late for him to be a playboy again!"

Baron Marin suddenly realized that the lady was referring to King Corleone of Effiin!
It makes sense. The good fortune of this "romantic master" is indeed enviable to others.

Even Baron Marin, who was not so crazy about women, could not help but envy him secretly after learning about His Majesty Corleone's romantic affairs.

The harem of this romantic king could almost be ranked on the list of the most beautiful women in the continent.

Baron Marin continued to bow, remaining indifferent to his wife's scolding, with a perfect smile on his face.

The lady cursed for a while, but felt bored. She snorted angrily and left the official residence in a hurry.

At this time, a slightly apologetic voice came from the office:

"Marin, come in."

Baron Marin did not take it seriously. It was an open secret in the entire Kingdom of Ceylon that Prince Charles was afraid of his wife.

It wasn't because of Charles's personality, but because his wife was of great importance. She was the daughter of a prince of the Northern Territory Empire and provided Charles with great help.

His ability to become the second in line of succession is inseparable from the support and help of his wife.

Therefore, before he ascended the throne and became the King of Ceylon, he did not dare to speak loudly in front of his wife.

Marin composed himself and walked into the office.

Charles asked:
"It's so late, is there anything urgent?"

Marin quickly adjusted his mood and said in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, something serious has happened. There's a problem in the southern part of Effiin."

The southern border of Effiin!
Hearing this location, Charles' face turned pale, and he immediately thought of something. He stepped forward, grabbed Baron Marin's arm, and asked:

"It's... it's the goods..."

Baron Marin nodded seriously, handed the documents in his hand to Charles, and lowered his voice:
“I have written all the details here.

The person who brought me the news was a captain of the Dark Tide Ghost Pirates who I had contacted frequently. He also knew the seriousness of the matter, so after receiving the news, he rushed to Quesarion without stopping.

Prince Charles opened his eyes wide and looked through the documents. After reading it, he felt as if he had been hit by a club and stood there.

After a long time, he squeezed out a word from his throat:

“King Effiin!

Corleone, that bastard again!

Why would you send your lover to the southern border for no reason?"

Baron Marin replied calmly:
"Your Highness, it's useless to say anything else now. The key is to quickly extricate ourselves from this matter and not give Effiin any reason to criticize our Kingdom of Ceylon."

Prince Charles' face showed a trace of deep anger and frustration, and he couldn't help but curse:
“The world is so unpredictable and the gods are so unfair.

When did our great Kingdom of Ceylon start to act according to Effiin's wishes?

Three years ago, he was not even qualified to be my servant as the king! "

Baron Marin carefully concealed his inner disdain and thought, you also know that it was three years ago.

Fortunately, Prince Charles can become the heir to the throne. At least his judgment and IQ are still online. After venting his dissatisfaction, he said slowly:

“Who knows about this?

I mean, I know that the things are shipped to our Kingdom of Ceylon." Baron Marin replied without much thought:

"Many people knew about this, including the Dark Tide Ghost's people responsible for transporting the goods, the nobles in the southern border, and the officials who came and went at the customs office to greet them... They all knew that the goods were being shipped from Effiin to the Kingdom of Ceylon."

Charles frowned and said:
"So, Ceylon can't get out of this?"

Baron Marin nodded and said:
“No matter how we deal with it, the goods have been shipped to our Kingdom of Ceylon, and this fact cannot be changed.

No matter what happens, Effiin will blame our Kingdom of Ceylon."

Baron Marin deliberately emphasized the words "Kingdom of Ceylon".

Prince Charles quickly understood Baron Marine's hint.

Being blamed on the Kingdom of Ceylon does not mean being blamed on Charles.

He coughed lightly, his expression slightly unnatural, and asked:

"Is there any way to put this matter on someone else's head?"

Baron Marin bowed slightly and said softly:
“Your Highness, His Royal Highness the Third Prince Saxon has always been a staunch supporter of Grand Duke Effiingund.

The people were transported from the southern border. No matter who looks at it, it was done by the three princes of Saxon and the former Grand Duke of Gaunt from the southern border.

We just need to do some small steps in the middle and then everything will fall into place.”

After a brief pause, Baron Marin's tone couldn't help but deepen:
"The Saxon Prince has already deeply offended His Majesty Corleone of Effiin, so he doesn't care about adding another charge.

Your Highness, what do you think? "

Charles' face showed an inexplicable expression, and after a long silence, he said:

"King Effiin is no fool. Things must be done perfectly."

Baron Marin bowed slightly:

"The key to the problem lies with the captain of the Dark Tide Ghost Pirates who has been responsible for communicating with us.

He is the only one known to the nobles in the southern region, and he is the only one who knows our true identity.

So as long as we can convince him, everything will be fine."

Charles' expression changed slightly and he asked:

"what do you mean……"

Baron Marin's eyes showed a fierce look:

“He was arrested in Effie for being exposed, and confessed that the mastermind behind this was the Third Prince Saxon.

All that's left is to shut up the Dark Tide Ghost Pirates."

Charles raised his eyes slightly and asked:

"Are you sure?"

Baron Marin nodded and said:
"I will give him an offer he can't refuse, but I'll need some help from Your Highness."

Charles asked quickly:
"You said."

Baron Marin said:

"This captain has reached the peak of the Silver Rank. I need a helper who can completely subdue him."

Charles said immediately:
"That's no problem. Take Jack with you. He's level eight."

The Jack that Charles mentioned was his personal bodyguard.

Baron Marin nodded and said:
"That's all right. The sooner this matter is resolved, the better. The captain is already staying in Julian's hotel.

I'm going to do his job now!"

Charles finally showed a look of relief on his face and patted Marin on the shoulder:

"Everything is up to you. Thank you for your hard work!"

……

After Julian ended the call, he looked at Cohen:

"They have begun to act. I just received a message from Baron Marin. He asked me to arrange a relatively secluded room and requested that no outsiders interfere."

Cohen raised his eyes slightly and said:
"Just do as he says. You don't have to go. Mr. Modo and I will go."

"Okay Chief."

The captain was alone in the room awaiting the arrival of Prince Charles's permanent secretary, Baron Malin Paxson.

A crisp sound of footsteps was heard, and the captain came to his senses, stood up and opened the door.

Two male figures appeared in the field of vision.

Baron Marin had a friendly smile on his face:
"You've had a hard time traveling. This is Mr. Jack, the personal guard to His Royal Highness the Prince, and he's here on His Royal Highness's behalf."

In secret, Mr. Modo whispered to Cohen:

"Eighth-level transcendent, it seems this Prince Charles has no good intentions."

Cohen's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice:
"Don't do anything yet, let's see what tricks they are going to play."

After a brief greeting between the three, Baron Marin took the initiative to speak:
“His Highness has already known about this matter, and he was also very surprised. However, since it has already happened, all we can do now is to remedy the situation.

Do you, the Dark Tide Ghosts, have any opinions?"

The captain followed Cohen's instructions and said:
"The captains still want to see what His Royal Highness thinks. We are pirates after all, and we can't interfere even if we want to."

Baron Marin said with a smile on his face:

"Our Highness does have some ideas, but we need your cooperation."

The captain said quickly:

"I am not worthy of your address, Baron."

Marlin paused and said:

"Your Highness means to put the blame on the Third Prince Saxon."

The captain thought for a moment and nodded.

"That's a good idea, but Effiin isn't so easy to fool. Does the Baron have any specific plans?"

Baron Marin chuckled and said:

"Of course, but it will require some small sacrifices on your part."

The captain was startled and asked:

"What sacrifice?"

Baron Marin's voice became much deeper:

"The nobles in the southern border only know you, so as long as you firmly insist that Saxon is the mastermind behind this, no one will implicate Your Highness in this matter."

The captain's eyes widened, and he immediately realized something. He stood up suddenly and said:
"The Baron wants me to surrender myself to Effiin?"

Marin chuckled and said:
"Surrendering yourself is too fake. You could accidentally expose your tracks and get caught by the Aifeiyin Military Control Bureau!"

The captain's voice became extremely cold:
"Baron, do you know what we are doing?

If I were caught by Effiin, would I still be able to survive?"

Baron Marin immediately said:

"Don't worry, we will take action to rescue you."

The captain laughed in anger:

"Rescue me?

Do you mean rescuing me from a monarch who dares to kill even a saint?"

Baron Marin's expression froze and he said nothing more.

The captain's face immediately darkened as he suppressed his anger.

This wasn't an act, but genuine anger.

Even if he had not been caught by Cohen in advance, according to the development of the situation, he would have come to Quesarion to discuss countermeasures with Baron Marin.

In other words, the other party's response now is to let him die!

The captain is now somewhat glad that he was caught by Cohen in advance. At least by cooperating with Cohen, he can still keep his life.

Baron Marin suddenly chuckled and said:

"That means we can't reach an agreement?"

The captain looked at Baron Marin coldly and said:

"Goodbye, I have to go back and report what happened here to our leader."

"You...I'm afraid you can't leave!"

As soon as the words fell, the magic power of Jack, the guard beside Baron Marin, instantly exploded.

Baron Marin explained:
"Just knock him out."

Guard Jack nodded slightly, walked up to the captain, who was full of shock and anger, and easily made him lose consciousness.

After completing all this, Marin said:
"You may return and report to His Royal Highness Charles."

Baron Jack looked at Marin in surprise, then nodded stiffly.

Only Marin and the other person were left in the room.

Without outsiders, Baron Marin showed a cold smile on his face, and an indigo staff inlaid with a star core and a tattered book appeared in his hands.

Marin gently waved his staff, and the book slowly rose up. As strange syllables came out of his throat, the book flipped, revealing ancient symbols written in star embers and dragon blood.

Soon, a strange blue rune emerged from the book and enveloped the unconscious captain.

As the spell deepened, countless firefly-like points of light appeared on the unconscious captain's forehead - those were the concrete manifestations of memories forced out of his body by the runes.

Seeing this scene, Cohen's eyes suddenly turned deep.

That strange blue rune was actually the ancient star language!

(End of this chapter)