Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

In the simply furnished study, Heisenberg Wertheimer, the First Principal of the Imperial Noble Council, leaned back in a recliner with his eyes slightly closed.

In front of him were several core members of the House of Nobles, who were also Heisenberg's confidants and close associates.

This includes Manfred Ott, the head of the House of Nobles' intelligence agency.

Principal Fyodor of the Holy Radiance Academy.

And Samuel Jones, the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Constantine Station, and others who were turned by Cohen.

His nephew, Joren Wertheimer, stood respectfully behind Heisenberg, gently massaging his uncle's shoulders with a complex expression on his face.

He learned what had happened at the imperial council meeting after the meeting ended.

Although he had long since given up hope of becoming Her Majesty the Empress's consort, upon hearing the verdict, Qiao Lun couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment and frustration.

His admiration and pursuit of Shanies were not initially authorized by Chief Heisenberg.

Before Shanis became the emperor of the Central Empire, Joren had fallen in love with the beautiful princess and pursued her ardently.

Unfortunately, Shanis had absolutely no interest in aristocratic young men like Joren.

Chief Heisenberg seemed to sense the unease in Joren's heart from the pressure on his shoulder, and said calmly:

"She's just a woman. Besides, this matter isn't settled yet."

Qiao Lun snapped out of his daze, suppressed his emotions, and said slowly:

"Yes, Uncle, I'll adjust."

Seeing Chief Heisenberg speak, his confidants quickly followed suit:
"Sir, this is the list of eligible young people who will participate in the Noble Martial Arts Festival. Please take a look."

Since Her Majesty the Empress was certain that her fiancé would participate in this noble martial arts festival, Heisenberg and other factions began to screen the list in advance, trying their best to ascertain the true identity of the future master of the Central Empire.

As for whether to win them over or sabotage them after their identities are confirmed, each faction has its own considerations.

Regardless of their attitude towards Her Majesty the Empress's fiancé, they must at least find the right person first.

Heisenberg remained leaning back in his chair, gently rocking, and instead of reaching for the list, he asked:
Do you have a general goal?

The staff looked troubled. After a brief silence, the intelligence chief, Manfred, replied in a low voice:

"There are too many people, and His Majesty has never revealed what type of man he likes, so it's really hard to be sure."

Heisenberg's chief had his eyes slightly closed, and his voice sounded perfectly normal.
"If even you can't find it, other forces probably can't either."

That's enough, no need to waste any more time and energy on this.

The intelligence agency, passed down through generations by the Noble Academy, is the most densely packed, most powerful, and most extensive intelligence network on the entire continent.

If even they couldn't confirm the exact identity of the Empress's fiancé, then it was even less likely that anyone else could.

A hint of sadness crossed Manfred's face; in his view, this was a criticism of his incompetence.

However, Chief Heisenberg showed no unusual expression, and simply said:
"This matter ends here. He's just a royal consort. Even Xenias can't shake the position of our Noble House."

What can a royal consort of unknown origin possibly do?

Manfred's expression softened slightly upon hearing Chief Heisenberg's words.

After calming his subordinates, Chief Heisenberg fell silent for a moment, then his voice suddenly turned much colder:
"That King Effie, Cohen Corleone... what are your plans?"

Manfred roused himself and said in a deep voice:
"Don't worry, sir, everything is planned."

Once the Noble Martial Arts Festival ends, King Efein will have to stay obediently in Constantine!

Heisenberg, the chief, calmly stated:
"We need to be careful about the impact and take all aspects into consideration."

Do not overlook the power behind him—the Winged Elves, the Pale Wings, the Lost Lands, and the Cobalt Soul Academy.

Of course, there's also His Majesty's influence.

Now one of his consorts is His Majesty's close friend; we must prevent him from exploiting this relationship.

Manfred, rarely given an opportunity to prove his abilities, patted his chest and assured them:
Yes, sir.

This time, it wasn't just our House of Nobles that took action; the military, the cabinet, and especially the Klein royal family themselves, were all very interested in King Effie.

They were also involved in this plan, and even if Her Majesty the Empress intervened, it wouldn't make much of a difference.

Chief Heisenberg nodded slowly and said:

"With the four forces joining forces, there is no legitimate reason, and Her Majesty the Empress will not insist on protecting them."

After finishing discussing Cohen's matter, Chief Heisenberg looked at Principal Fyodor of the Holy Light Academy and asked calmly:
How are your preparations going?

Fyodor paused for a moment, then realized that the chief was asking about the preparations for the Noble Martial Arts Festival, and quickly replied:

"Please rest assured, sir."

I've looked at the list of players participating in the Legends Group, and most of them are familiar faces—all of them are my defeated opponents.

There's no problem with him retaining his title as the 'Strongest Legend'.

Heisenberg, the chief, emphasized:

"Although His Majesty's minimum requirement for us is a championship."

But we can't just focus on this one championship. The more we win, the more resources Sheng Hui Academy will receive in the future, understand?

Fyodor replied solemnly:

"Yes, sir, I will do my best!"

Chief Heisenberg reclined back in his chair, his voice becoming much softer:

"How are preparations going for the Dragon Realm?"

Someone nearby answered:
"The spatial coordinates have been anchored, all in the wasteland area where dragons rarely appear."

Even if outsiders were allowed in, they wouldn't find a single dragon.

"it is good……"

……

Cohen stared into thought as he looked at the intelligence report Samuel had sent.

Heisenberg had long anticipated that he would not easily leave the Central Empire.

However, the fact that he had also brought together the military, the cabinet, and the Klein royal family put him under some pressure.

In his previous life in the game, the main place he frequented was the Central Continent.

Having a deep understanding of the Central Empire, they naturally knew the four forces that dominated it.

Now that these four forces are joining forces to deal with her alone, I really don't know if Shanis can withstand the pressure.

Cohen had originally intended to ask Shanies again, but when he thought of Shanies's inexplicable outburst during their last communication, he gave up the idea.

Fine, since Shanis was so confident before, let's believe her this once and for all.

However, we can't put all our eggs in one basket with her.

After thinking for a moment, Cohen picked up the communication stone and contacted someone far away in the Elven realm.

While quietly healing her injuries and resisting the rejection of the divine power within her, Virekis answered Cohen's call without much hesitation.

Cohen had intended to exchange a few pleasantries first, but Virekis went straight to the point and asked:
"Speak, what do you need help with?"

Cohen's expression froze, he paused, and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, are you still able to make a move?"

Vilekis raised an eyebrow and asked:
"What, did you run into some old geezer?"
Do I still need to do it myself?

Virekis is a demigod-level superhuman. If it weren't for the fear of being tracked by the God of Darkness, her combat power would be enough to make her the strongest person below the gods.

Cohen shook his head and explained his situation to Virekis.

Without much thought, Virekis replied:

"It's no big deal. Just send me a message if you need me."

There is no one on this continent that I cannot take with me.

Cohen thanked him repeatedly.

After ending the communication, with Vilekis as his support, Cohen felt much more at ease.

Continuing to enjoy the tiring yet joyful life at sea.

……

The cruise ship slowly entered the port on the border of the Central Empire. Cohen stood on the deck and looked out at a neatly dressed and magnificent military band and a large welcoming party standing in the port.

The person at the front was familiar to him; it was Beren Windrunner, Windsor's father, whom he had met before among the Winged Elves.

Standing next to him was Effie, the ambassador to the Central Empire.

At the dock, Imperial Foreign Minister Beren, along with a group of officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, awaited Cohen's arrival.

Logically speaking, given Effie's current international standing and strength, there's no need for the Foreign Minister to personally intervene.

Sending a vice minister is already considered an exceptionally high level of hospitality.

But who could blame King Efein for marrying such a wonderful queen?

The Imperial Foreign Minister is someone else's father-in-law!
Cohen and his entourage disembarked and exchanged polite greetings with Beren.

Beren glanced around and saw a group of attractive women behind Cohen, and the smile on her face faded slightly.

Especially after seeing Claire, the merman chieftain known as the most beautiful woman in the sea tribe, standing next to Cohen, chatting and laughing, he could no longer hide his surprise and displeasure.

Cohen gave a stiff laugh, seemingly unintentionally explaining:

"These are all our participants from Effiein who are participating in this Noble Martial Arts Festival."

This is Chief Claire of the Merfolk, an old acquaintance of mine, who came with us this time.

Beren suppressed the complex emotions in her heart and smiled faintly:
"Welcome, and we look forward to seeing Effie write her own glorious chapter in this Noble Martial Arts Festival."

In the last Noble Martial Arts Festival, Adel's sudden emergence left a deep impression on all the countries on the continent regarding your Effie.

Hopefully, we can succeed again this time.

Next came the introductions.

Windsordler and Isabella need no introduction, but Nephthys and Asuna are people Beren is meeting for the first time.

Beren was amazed by the beauty of these people, and also somewhat surprised by their talents.

It's truly remarkable that someone so young can reach this level, especially considering it's a remote and small country like Effie.

Especially when Belmotti, who was representing the Legends Group, was introduced, a strange look appeared on Beren's face.

He sensed a chilling aura emanating from Belmody.

The opponent's legendary domain level is definitely very high!
My son-in-law is really capable; he can even win over a woman of this caliber.

He truly deserves the title of "Master of Romance"!
Following a friendly meeting and discussion, Beren said:

"His Majesty will personally host all the participants in the State Banquet Hall in three days. This is the invitation and schedule. Please keep it safe, His Majesty Corleone, and attend the banquet on time."

Cohen accepted the invitation, gave Beren a wink, and then walked a few steps away from the crowd.

Beren naturally understood Cohen's meaning. After giving a few brief instructions to his deputy, he followed Cohen to a secluded corner.

Cohen asked in a low voice:

"Father-in-law, I heard that the Empress will announce her fiancé at this banquet, is that right?"

Beren nodded almost imperceptibly, then lowered his voice as well:
"His Majesty Klein's move has greatly surprised all of us."

It's estimated that only Windsor's master, the Holy Archmage Victor, knows all this.

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked softly:
"Even your father-in-law doesn't know?"

Beren shook his head:

"His Majesty didn't mention it. Since it involves His Majesty's private affairs, I shouldn't ask too much."

However, Windsor should have known.

Cohen also shook his head and said:
Windsor said she didn't know either.

Beren sighed softly and said:
"This is really strange. When did Shanis get a fiancé, and why is she doing it so mysteriously? It's really..."

Forget about that, everything will be revealed in three days.

Also, I want to remind you that there are many people eyeing you now, not just the House of Nobles.

You saw these military bands that came today, right? Prince Heinz forced them on me!
In short... the situation is not optimistic, you need to be aware of that.

Cohen gave Beren a reassuring look and said:
"Thank you for reminding me, Father-in-law. I had already made the arrangements."

Beren knew about Cohen's past deeds and had great confidence in him, so she said nothing more.

The father-in-law and son-in-law chatted for a while before following the welcoming team to the state guesthouse.

When the group arrived at the state guesthouse, a rather unpleasant incident occurred.

The accommodations arranged for Effie at the state guesthouse were surprisingly high-class, on par with those of the five great empires.

The Central Imperial State Guesthouse is a vast complex of buildings.

It is divided into thirteen major regions.

Apart from the four empires each occupying one region, the remaining contestants from other countries occupy the other nine regions.

But when Beren led the Effie and the others to the state guesthouse, the person in charge of the guesthouse told Cohen that they had been assigned an entire region, on par with the five great empires.

Even Belen was quite surprised by this.

Although King Alfiein is his son-in-law, given the country's international standing and national strength, he couldn't be too obvious about it.

The place arranged for Effie was based on the kingdom level.

But unexpectedly, it was replaced with an imperial-level one.

Beren looked at the person in charge of the state guesthouse, who respectfully said:
"Your Excellency, this is an order personally issued by Her Majesty the Empress."

Cohen didn't seem surprised; it was probably because of their past cooperation that Shanis made this arrangement.

Since it was arranged personally by Her Majesty the Empress, Beren did not ask any further questions.

He probably thought it was because of his daughter.

After all, the two had a very close relationship before Windsordler married Effie.

After saying goodbye to Beren at the entrance, Cohen led the Effie delegation into the state guesthouse area called "Starry Night".

Each region covers an extremely large area. Cohen glanced at it and realized that this "Starry Sky District" alone was roughly the size of the urban area of ​​a second-tier city in Effie.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Truly worthy of being the most powerful empire in human history, so wealthy and powerful."

After settling everyone into their accommodations, Isabella couldn't wait to take Belmody, Nephthys, Claire, and the others, who were visiting the Central Empire for the first time, out to explore this first magnificent city of mankind.

Claire, as a representative of the sea creatures observing the event, was also provided with accommodation.

However, she only made a brief appearance before concealing her identity and joining Cohen's group.

During the two weeks at sea, Claire had already formed a good friendship with Cohen's women.

To prevent those with ulterior motives from speculating about the relationship between Cohen and Claire, Cohen specifically instructed Claire to conceal her identity and to keep a low profile even when going out shopping.

This put Claire in a difficult position. Putting everything else aside, the appearance of this group of people alone made it impossible for them to keep a low profile.

With such a large group of women of such destructive power, the commotion they cause is bound to be significant.

Claire thought about it and finally decided to go back to the sea creature representative's residence first, and then go shopping and sightseeing on her own, hoping to "bump into" Isabella in her capacity as a sea creature representative.

Using the pretext of discussing sea creature trade with the Pale Wings, he then reunited with Isabella and the others.

Women shopping, and such a large group of women at that, Cohen wisely chose not to follow.

He was already "physically and mentally exhausted" after spending half a month at sea.

As the saying goes, there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined by plowing.

Even with his golden body, Cohen couldn't withstand the continuous onslaught from so many people and so many nights.

In particular, he secretly met with Sister Bei for several nights.

After exchanging a few words with Isabella and the others, he went back to his room to rest.

……

Isabella led the group into one of the most bustling shopping malls in Constantine with practiced ease.

As soon as I entered the mall, a beautiful and elegant female manager was waiting at the entrance.

Belmod was born in the Lost Lands and visited the human continent a few times when she was young, but she had never been to the Central Empire.

Not to mention Constantine, the capital of the Central Empire.

Therefore, upon entering this shopping mall with its crystal dome, a sense of amazement immediately arises in one's eyes.

The thirteen-story circular shopping area left her in awe.

In terms of material possessions and enjoyment, the human continent is indeed several levels above the Lost Lands.

Isabella addressed the crowd:

“The Golden Wing family also has shares in this shopping center. This is the deputy manager of the mall. You can tell her directly what you want to buy or what type of shopping you want to go.”

As Isabella and her group ventured deeper into the mall, they unsurprisingly sparked hushed whispers.

As the most central and prosperous area of ​​the first city-state on the human continent.

It's quite normal for one or two stunningly beautiful women to appear.

But it's not normal for seven or eight of them to appear together.

On the third-floor railing, three young noblemen leaned out to look around. One of them accidentally spilled his red wine on his companion's dress.

One of the nobles, clearly in the lead position, looked on with undisguised amazement and asked:

"I'm a regular at the courtesan scene in Juntandin, but I've never seen so many beauties of such high quality at once."

Where did all these things come from?

The young nobleman in a coat with a gold lion emblem, who was wiping up spilled red wine, stopped what he was doing, examined him carefully for a moment, and said with a hint of surprise in his voice:
"Even Manager Liya came out to greet me personally, so she must be someone of extraordinary status."

"Wait, isn't that one leading the group... the Golden Winged Daughter?"

The third young man had just finished wiping the red wine off his clothes when he heard the name of the Golden Winged Daughter and immediately looked over:

"It really is Miss Wen Ze from the Golden Wing family."

"And there's another elf behind him. Isn't that Lord Windrunner, the Cabinet Secretary and Minister of the Interior?"

Isabella, Windsordler...

The three of them felt a chill run down their spines at the same time. They exchanged a glance and guessed the identities of the group of people below.

The young man at the head of the group spoke with deep envy:
"That damned King Efein, marrying the most beautiful woman on the continent, the daughter of the Golden Wing, and our Windsor minister is not enough."

Where did they get so many beauties of the same caliber?

Could this kid really be the illegitimate son of the gods?

How come he gets all the beautiful women?

The young man wearing a jacket with a golden lion emblem smiled wryly:

"I've long heard that the 'Lord of Shadows' also has a nickname: the 'Lord of Romance'."

Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation.

"To be able to gather so many beauties to keep in the harem, calling him a philandering ruler is no exaggeration."

This is the largest shopping mall in Constantine, and many dignitaries and nobles come here to shop.

Many people have noticed Isabella and others.

Many nobles, upon seeing so many stunningly beautiful women, initially wanted to approach and strike up a conversation.

But before they could take any action, the people around them would reveal their true identities.

Upon learning that these were all members of King Efein's family, they immediately abandoned their plans.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Jorren, the nephew of Heisenberg, the chief of the House of Nobles of the Central Empire, suffered repeated defeats at the hands of King Effiin.

In particular, King Efein's every move caused a tremendous upheaval, even resulting in the fall of saints, so these nobles naturally dared not provoke him.

Ignoring the gazes and minds of these nobles, Isabella and the others "coincidentally" met Claire in the haute couture section, as agreed with her.

The two sides pretended to talk for a while before meeting up.

……

In a private tea room on the third floor, a tall, handsome young man stared intently at Claire, who had joined Isabella and the others.

He picked up the teacup beside him and drank it all in one gulp, then asked his attendant in a deep voice:

"How did Claire end up with Cohen's woman?"

The one speaking was none other than Greg Yarvis, the eldest prince of the Southern Empire, who had been thoroughly outmaneuvered by Cohen.

Although Emperor Wilson did not intend to take action against Claire at this noble martial arts festival, necessary surveillance would still be conducted.

Greg coveted the artifact in Claire's possession and naturally took on the task of surveillance, hoping to find any clues about the "Trident of Poseidon".

Unexpectedly, Claire, whom I had just been tailing at the State Guesthouse in charge of entertaining the sea creatures, had already gotten involved with Effie's people! (End of Chapter)