Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 366 The Queen Instructs the Princess on the Spot?

Cohen paused, then lowered his voice:
"Da'ang Province is a major tax-paying province in eastern Afyin."

The mainland is about to enter a period of great turmoil, and our tax system cannot afford any problems.

Windsor, don't blame Adele for this; it was my suggestion that you do it.

"You are an elf, my queen, and a former cabinet minister of the Central Empire. You are perfectly suited to lead this undertaking."

Seeing how serious Cohen was, Windsordler put away his joking thoughts and agreed to the task.

Cohen then continued speaking to the two of them about his business:
"Based on my observations and analysis of previous practical situations."

Sancho Copperfield does indeed have a certain talent for the swordsman profession.

It's rare for Effie to produce one or two talented individuals, and I don't want to waste their potential. I'll lend a hand if I can.

The original lineage of the Sword Singer originated from the Elf race, or more precisely, the Ancient Elf race.

Therefore, I need Windsor to help me contact someone in your clan who knows about this, to see if we can find the systematic sword chanter's inheritance.

Windsordler asked:

"Elves?"

Why don't you just ask Her Majesty the Queen?
I remember when she bestowed the Oath Rings upon the two of us last time, she had a pretty good impression of you. You were the first member of the opposite sex to be allowed into Her Majesty's residence..."

Adele quietly pricked up her ears.

The "Queen" that Windsordler was referring to was naturally the Elf Queen. Adele was still quite sensitive about this former number one beauty of the continent.

Good impression...

Or perhaps it was a member of the opposite sex who entered the residence...

Knowing Cohen's traits well, Adele immediately started to think the worst.

Cohen clearly felt the suspicious gaze from his sister, the Queen. Before he could even speak in his defense, Adele's voice, clearly accusatory, rang out:

"The Elf Queen?"
Is that the most beautiful woman on the mainland?

Cohen immediately said:

"The previous number one beauty of the mainland, sister, now you are the real number one beauty of the mainland."

The old Elf Queen…

Cohen originally wanted to get to the heart of the matter to dispel the Queen's sister's concerns, but then he remembered that Windsordler was still there, and it seemed inappropriate to speak ill of His Majesty to her face.

He then changed his tone and said:

"The Elf Queen is a figure from a previous era."

Sister, your only disadvantage is that you were born relatively late, otherwise there would be no Elf Queen.
Furthermore, Windsor did not express himself clearly.

The Elf Queen's good impression of me was simply the appreciation of an elder for a younger person.

The reason I entered her residence was because Her Majesty the Queen was Windsor's teacher and served as my witness at my wedding to Windsor.

Aside from that, I had no relationship with her whatsoever.

Cohen thought to himself, "That's the Queen of Destruction who has survived for tens of thousands of years since the Age of Gods. Even if I were to have designs on the Empress of the Central Empire, I wouldn't dare to have designs on someone like that."

The last person to have designs on Virekis was an emperor of a human empire, a descendant of gods, but Her Majesty the Queen reduced him to ashes and even stole his divine status.

Cohen didn't have the guts to even consider making a move on a lifelong spinster like that.

Cohen's response was reasonable, and Adele no longer had any doubts.

Cohen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. No, why should I feel guilty? My relationship with Virekis was completely innocent.

At most, there were a few secret deals that forged a "necessary" pact of mutual survival...

As expected, Adel must not know about this, otherwise there will be no way to explain the contract.

Seeing that Adele didn't press the matter further, Cohen quickly changed the subject, continuing from where he left off to answer Windsordler's question:

“I’ve already asked her, and she doesn’t know much about this either.”

By the way, the reason I have Her Majesty's contact information is because of Windsor.

She is now the heir to the Elf Queen's throne, and serving as the future queen's consort is what Her Majesty has requested.

Cohen's last words were an explanation to Adele.

Adele blinked and pouted, saying:
Do I look like a woman who gets jealous so easily?

Cohen's heart skipped a beat.

Adele's deliberate attempt to act cute made him exclaim how adorable she was, and he couldn't resist reaching out to pinch her cheek.

Adele seemed to have noticed Cohen's thoughts and intensified her actions.

She tilted her head slightly, a lazy smile playing on her lips, her tongue seemingly licking her lower lip unintentionally, displaying a coy and alluring demeanor.

Windsordler clearly noticed the subtle interaction between the two.

A sense of frustration inexplicably rose in my heart.

This person is capable of governing the country and maintaining peace through literature, and is also the youngest legend in martial arts.

A queen off the bed, a vixen on the bed, and occasionally she can even be cute and charming, a wonderful older sister who captivates hearts.

No wonder Cohen can't leave.

Windsordler composed himself, coughed heavily, and his voice carried a hint of hostility:
"Go on, what do you need me to do?"
Should we send a message to the clan?

Cohen snapped out of his daze and realized that there was a princess next to him.

She felt a bitter taste in her mouth. It was all the Queen's fault for being so seductive; she was even more like a succubus than Grace.

Cohen resisted the urge to pinch the Queen's cheek and replied seriously:
"Come with me to see Sancho first. There are many factions among the Sword Singers, and we also need to find out which direction he took when he first became a mage."

Otherwise, there's no point in bringing it back and passing it down.

Windsordler nodded slightly, then glanced at Adele, who was ignoring her hint and still exchanging flirtatious glances with Cohen. She pursed her lips, her voice clearly carrying a hint of displeasure:
"If you two can't hold back, you can just have a quickie right here and now, so I can learn from the sidelines how Her Majesty the Queen usually serves His Majesty."

Cohen: Thud!

I thought to myself, there's nothing worth learning.

The tricks we use are pretty much the same. To be honest, you have an extra pair of wings that you can use compared to Yadel.

Adele raised an eyebrow, concealing her emotions and reverting to her dignified and composed queenly demeanor, and said calmly:

"Go on with your work. Isabella is going back to the country tomorrow morning, don't forget."

……

Sancho Copperfield closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

I tried hard to calm my excited heart, but my hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

Just now, Sancho, who was still basking in the excitement of defeating Sylvia, received a message from Viser.

His Majesty the King wishes to see him!

The enormous surprise and unexpected event almost made him lose his mind.

Your Majesty the King is a king who can stand up to two great empires and manipulate the strongest country on the continent, a king with an epic and legendary past.

Sancho never expected that he, as a bastard, would be personally summoned by His Majesty the King.
"Don't be nervous, His Majesty may ask you a few questions."

"Just answer whatever you want; His Majesty is quite approachable."

In the waiting room, Viser looked at the restless Sancho and spoke up to remind him.

Sancho didn't seem to hear him, but he subconsciously responded while still muttering something to himself.

If you listen closely, you can tell that she is reciting the blessing she will say when she meets His Majesty the King later.

There were others in the waiting room, also waiting to be summoned by the king.

This is a well-dressed, well-mannered middle-aged man who appears very composed.

At this moment, he heard Viser and Sancho speak, turned his gaze, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation:
"This must be Mr. Sancho Copperfield, who just shone brightly in the Extraordinary Arena."

When others asked him questions or flattered him, Sancho suddenly started to stutter.

He knew perfectly well that those who could appear here, waiting to meet His Majesty, must all be either rich or noble. He paused for a moment, then quickly stood up and stiffly performed a curtsy.

Viser, standing nearby, provided an opportune introduction:
“Sancho, this is the governor of the province of Daon, Marquis Holden Caulfield.”

Sancho froze.

Governor-General of a province?

A high-ranking official in charge of a region!

Or is it a marquisate?

He froze, his mind going blank for a moment.

The important figures I usually only see in official media and reports suddenly appeared in front of me without any warning.

Sancho had a very unreal feeling.

Governor Holden didn't show much emotion at Sancho's reaction; he simply smiled and said:

"Mr. Sancho, don't be nervous. I watched your match too."

Among her peers, Sylvia has virtually no rivals in Effie.

You're a really good young man to be able to beat him head-on.

To be so highly regarded by His Majesty, one's future is limitless!

Sancho came to his senses and replied modestly.

Governor Holden struck up a conversation with the two men, not for Sancho, but mainly for Viser who was standing next to him.

As the head of the General Affairs Department of the Military Intelligence Bureau and a trusted subordinate of His Majesty the King, the other party must have a lot of unknown information.

For example, the real reason why His Majesty the King summoned him this time!

It's funny, really, this was the first time Holden had been summoned by His Majesty the King.

It's very simple, because His Majesty the King spends very little time in the palace dealing with state affairs.

Previously, whether it was for reporting on duties or other matters, it was always Her Highness the Queen who summoned me.

Therefore, this summons was extremely unusual, making Governor Holden feel uncertain.

Before he came, he asked around through his connections in Florence, but he didn't find out any useful information.

Governor Holden was so worried that he decided to try to find out from His Majesty's most trusted subordinate before his audience with the Emperor.

It's good to be mentally prepared.

He glanced at Viser and casually mentioned:
"Mr. Viser, has the work of the Pale Wings been completely handed over to someone else?"

Viser was previously the head of the Pale Wings Effie, based in Florence.

Governor Holden's province of Da'ang is a well-known wealthy province with a thriving economy and foreign trade. Naturally, it has had many dealings with the Pale Wings, the continent's premier commercial organization.

Therefore, he had known Wiesel for a long time and they had a good relationship.

Viser's smile was very natural:

"Yes, ever since I took over the position of Military Intelligence Bureau, I have handed over my original work to the new colleagues."

What's wrong, Your Excellency? Is there something you need me to coordinate?
Although I'm no longer with the Pale Wings, I'm still a member of the Golden Wings family, and I still have some influence within the Pale Wings.

Governor Holden also smiled gently:
"No, our Da'ang province and the Pale Wings have always cooperated very well."

I wanted to ask if Virgil and Stephen came this time, besides me.

"If they come, I'll arrange a get-together for us. We're all old friends who have worked together a lot in the past." The Virgil and Stephen that Governor Holden mentioned were governors of several provinces adjacent to Daon, and their positions were similar to Daon's.

All three provinces belong to the developed eastern region and were previously part of an economic cooperation zone, frequently engaging in business collaborations with Pale Wings.

Good relationship.

However, Holden's question was clearly a rhetorical one.

He certainly knew best whether Virgil and Stephen had been summoned by His Majesty the King.

Holden still asked the question on purpose, just to bring up the next topic.

A hint of a smile flashed in Viser's eyes as he replied:
"As far as I know, His Majesty only summoned the Governor-General."

Holden's eyes lit up, and he immediately pressed for an answer:
"Is Your Majesty not satisfied with Da'ang's recent developments?"

Viser answered quickly as well:
"Of course I'm satisfied, extremely satisfied!"

Da'ang has achieved remarkable economic results in recent years!

It ranks among the top in the country.

Moreover... the annual report figures are always perfect!

Hearing Viser say that, Holden did not show any signs of relaxation; on the contrary, he was particularly sensitive to Viser's last sentence.

After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked:

"Isn't it the case of the accidental death of Viscount Bi Rui, the audit specialist sent by the audit department to check the accounts a few months ago?"

What new discoveries have the Military Intelligence Bureau made?

The smile in Viser's eyes faded slightly as he gazed intently at Governor Holden, his voice softening:

"Your Excellency, do you still truly believe that Viscount Bire's death was an accident?"

Holden's pupils contracted slightly, his lips pressed into a tight line, and his body involuntarily stiffened.

Viserton paused, then continued:

"Actually, I'm breaking the rules by saying all this, but we've been on good terms before."

Since we've come this far, I might as well offer one more reminder to the adults.

If you still believe this was an accident, it won't be good for your upcoming meeting with His Majesty!

Holden clenched his fist, nodded slowly, and gave Viser a grateful look.

He probably already has a pretty good idea.

The awkward Sancho seemed to have overheard something significant in their conversation, and a chill ran down his spine as he immediately realized that this was not something he should be listening to.

Extinguishing himself from unnecessary thoughts, he continued to silently recite the speech he had prepared for his upcoming meeting with His Majesty.

Time ticked by, until a series of deep footsteps sounded, followed by the female official's calm voice:
Sancho Copperfield?

Sancho, at Viser's prompting, quickly stood up and loudly replied:
Yes, I'm here!

I...I am Sancho Copperfield.

Because of the intense tension, when I stood up, I accidentally flipped over the chair behind me.

The lady-in-waiting's face remained expressionless; she had seen many people so excited about being received by His Majesty the King that they couldn't even speak properly.

The lady-in-waiting performed a meticulous curtsy and made a gesture to lead the way:

"plz follow me.

"Director Viser, His Majesty also invited you to come along."

Viser said gently:
"Yes."

The female official walked at the front, leading the two through a long corridor and stopping in front of a wide, gilded gate.

The lady-in-waiting knocked gently on the door, waited a moment, and then said softly:

"Your Majesty, Mr. Sancho Copperfield and Director Wiesel have arrived."

Before long, the two large doors slowly opened, and the heavy weight made Sancho, who was visiting the king's office for the first time, feel a little suffocated.

Sancho hung his head, the obsidian floor polished to a mirror, reflecting the honeycomb-shaped crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The hall is surrounded by various precious sculptures and paintings, and eight pillars are arranged along the central axis of the hall, each inlaid with a royal coat of arms of Corleone.

Sancho didn't dare to utter a sound and, guided by the female official, stood at a certain spot.

Then, as he had rehearsed countless times before, he gave Cohen a standard bow.

"See Your Majesty!"

But when he looked up, he discovered that besides His Majesty the King, there was a stunningly beautiful woman sitting next to him.

Sancho was momentarily stunned by the woman's stunning beauty, but quickly realized his mistake, lowered his head, and continued:

"Greetings, Your Majesty, Your Highness!"

The only person who could sit so intimately with His Majesty the King, and who also possesses such distinct elven features, could be the Princess of Windsor, a winged elf.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What a beautiful woman! I've never seen such a beautiful woman before."

Compared to Her Highness the Princess, the socialites and noblewomen of the Eastern Territory were practically ugly.

Perhaps only a woman like this is worthy of His Majesty the King.

After Sancho finished bowing, Viser continued:

"Greetings, Your Majesty, Princess of Windsor."

A gentle voice reached Sancho's ears:

"Don't be nervous, sit down and let's talk."

Sancho stood frozen in place, unsure whether he was nervous or frightened.

Viser tugged at Sancho's clothes, and the latter seemed to snap out of his daze, following Viser to sit down in a chair nearby.

However, he only had a small part of his buttocks touching the seat, seemingly ready to get up and bow at any moment.

Cohen was not surprised. For an illegitimate child who had suffered humiliation since childhood, being able to speak face-to-face with the king of a country was indeed beyond his psychological limits.

He said with a faint smile:

"I saw your performance today, it was very good."

You did not disappoint me; you did a great job.

Sancho immediately stood up and loudly recited the prepared script.

The gist of it is that everything was due to His Majesty the King's wise leadership; without that note, he would never have been able to turn the tide.

He even became emotional at the end, saying that he was able to successfully understand the true meaning of the sword technique precisely because he thought of His Majesty's earnest expectations during the battle.

His Majesty is my pillar of support, my guiding light...

As she listened, Windsordler lightly covered her red lips and couldn't help but let out a pleasant laugh.

Cohen subtly pinched Windsordale's pale thigh, gently interrupting Sancho, who was still reciting his script, and said:
Okay, I understand what you mean.

I called you here today because I admire your talent, especially your talent as a swordsman.

do you understand? "

Sancho immediately replied:

"understand!"

Cohen smiled and said:

"You still don't quite understand. Look up and see who this is."

Cohen pointed to Windsor next to him.

Sancho glanced at Windsordale again, stammering slightly:

"Yes...it is Your Highness the Princess."

Cohen said with a faint smile:

"Besides being a princess, she is also the princess of the Winged Elf race and the future Elf Queen."

Do you understand what I mean?"

Elf race...

Sancho suddenly awoke.

The original creator of the Sword Singer was an elf!
The nine sword techniques and sword dances he has mastered are basically all influenced by the moves of the Elf Ranger.

Sancho's heart was pounding uncontrollably.

His biggest regret is that he has never been able to receive the systematic inheritance of the Sword Singer, and has relied entirely on his own exploration.

He had fantasized countless times that if he could receive the most orthodox sword chanter's inheritance, his strength would definitely be even greater than it is now.

The Copperfield family was just an ordinary noble family in the Eastern Territory, and they had no way of obtaining a complete and systematic Sword Singer inheritance.

His Majesty's words today gave him hope.

Yes, Princess Windsor is the future Elf Queen, so finding a complete lineage of sword chanters from the Elven race wouldn't be difficult at all.

Cohen's words temporarily halted Sancho's internal monologue:
"So I need some details about when you changed your class to Swordsman, including all the sword skills and combat techniques you have mastered."

I need to use these things to get the Elven race to help me select the most suitable swordsmanship lineage.

These are extremely private matters even for extraordinary individuals. You need to think carefully about whether you are willing to choose this path.

How could Sancho disagree?
While this may be the privacy of every extraordinary individual, what do mere privacy matter in front of the king, in front of a complete lineage of sword chanters?

Sancho answered loudly without any hesitation:
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me this opportunity!"
I do! "

Cohen nodded slowly and said to Viser:
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. Once you've gathered all the information, hand it over to the Princess."

Viser replied:
"Yes, Your Majesty."

After finishing his business, Cohen started chatting with Sancho.

Of course, there was also encouragement, with the implication that if Sancho could achieve good results in the Noble Martial Arts Festival, not only would he himself obtain a noble title, but the current predicament of the Copperfield family would also be resolved.

After the conversation, Viser led Sancho away from the palace.

Cohen rubbed his forehead, inwardly grumbling.

This work of handling national affairs is indeed not very suitable for me. I've only met with a few officials and I already feel dizzy and utterly bored.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the Queen.

Windsordler flipped through the documents in his hand and said:

"The next one is the governor of the province of Daon, Holden Caulfield."

Are they investigating his accounts?

Cohen mischievously pinched Windsordler's pointed ears, enjoying the warm, smooth feel and easing his boredom.

Windsordler gave Cohen a reproachful look, slapped away the large hand that wanted to go further, and said:
"Is this person alright?"

"Da'ang made such a huge mistake; as the governor, how could he be completely unaware of it?"

Cohen put away his playful thoughts and said softly:

"The situation in Da'ang Province is quite complicated; there are quite a few 'important figures' living there!"

(End of this chapter)