Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Before Flora could finish her introduction, Grace interrupted her, saying calmly:
"Try them one by one."

Flora's perfect professional smile froze instantly. She blinked instinctively, almost thinking she had misheard.

Leaning slightly forward, he tentatively asked in an extremely uncertain tone:

"What did you say, sir?"

Grace maintained her calm and composed expression, and said calmly:

"I mean, go to each project once."

This time, Flora heard it clearly, her beautiful eyes widened instantly, and her face was filled with disbelief and astonishment.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath, and out of professional instinct, I cautiously reminded him:

"Sir, I need to remind you that each item in our 'Final Agreement' requires a substantial entry fee."

Moreover, the more popular a project is, the more expensive the entrance fee will be. Sometimes you may not even be able to get a spot and may need to pay an extra huge "priority trial fee" to jump the queue.

Furthermore, some items do not accept gold coins in the ordinary sense, but require payment of specific items.

Generally speaking, customers who come here will experience at most a dozen or so services…

Her implication was all too clear: even the wealthiest devilish grand duke probably wouldn't be so extravagant as to try out every single activity.

The wealth required would be astronomical, and could even involve a huge price on the level of the soul.

Before Flora could finish speaking, Grace casually flipped her slender, fair hand, revealing a crystal card that was as thin as a cicada's wing, completely transparent, yet seemingly filled with countless tiny points of light.

With a flick of her wrist, the crystal card floated lightly towards Flora.

"enough?"

Flora caught the crystal card almost frantically. The touch of it was cool and smooth, like holding a piece of solidified moonlight.

But when her gaze fell inside the crystal card and she saw clearly what those shimmering points of light were, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning and couldn't help but tremble violently.

This is neither an ordinary magic crystal card nor a certificate containing a huge amount of gold coins.

Because this transparent card itself is an enormous fortune.

It is a "Soul Crystal Card"!
Within that tiny space, a thousand pure and flawless souls are sealed away.

Each of those slowly shifting points of light represents a once vibrant life.

This incredibly precious Soul Crystal Card must have come from an extraordinary source.

It originally belonged to the fifty-eight demon gods Ami, and was a treasure left by Ami to his direct descendant Gilworth in the treasury.

Before coming to the Nine Hells Plane, Cohen made a special trip to the Demon God's Treasury and carried out a "sweep," and this Soul Crystal Card was one of his spoils.

In the Nine Hells Plane, this Soul Crystal Card is a form of hard currency, a top-tier means of payment that transcends the concept of ordinary money.

Only great beings of demigod rank or higher have the ability to compress and seal such a vast number of pure souls into a small crystal card, making it easy to carry and trade.

Flora, as the casino's business manager, had seen images of this legendary currency in precious magical images during her onboarding training.

I've also heard detailed introductions about it.

But she never imagined that she would be able to touch a real soul crystal card in her lifetime.

Looking at the crystal card in his hand, which contained the heavy power of a thousand souls, he felt the faint but pure soul fluctuations emanating from it.

Flora felt a sudden, intense dizziness rush to her head, making her almost unable to stand.

Although Flora overestimated Grace's identity and background as much as possible when she first saw her.

But when the Soul Crystal Card, symbolizing the authority of the Demon God, floated lightly into her hand, she realized with despair that all her imagination and speculation still seemed so poor and ridiculous.

During their onboarding training, the strict trainer repeatedly emphasized one ironclad rule to them:
Within the "Final Agreement" casino and even the entire Nine Hells plane, possessing and using such a high-purity soul crystal card represents only one possibility—

Behind the visitor stood a true demon god.

Only such great beings could compress so many pure souls into currency, and only their messengers or bloodlines are qualified to use this level of "pocket money".

Flora suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her voice becoming somewhat distorted due to extreme tension and awe:
"Your Excellency, the most esteemed special envoy of the Demon God, please follow me to the Supreme Hall."

A person of your esteemed status is not worthy of my humble status as a business manager.

Our casino manager will personally come to serve you.

Grace frowned slightly when she heard that someone was to be changed, and asked:
"Is your steward also a succubus?"

Flora answered cautiously:
"No, no, Your Excellency."

"Our casino manager is a very handsome and powerful fallen angel, and he's also a distant relative of Grand Duke Dispart..."

Before she could finish speaking, Grace interrupted her:
"No need, you're the one. No need to change."

Flora was overwhelmed with uncontrollable joy, as if she could see countless soul crystals and opportunities for advancement beckoning to her.

To be able to serve such a distinguished demon envoy personally, even if only for a few days.

The tips and commissions that can be earned will be astronomical, not to mention the connections and opportunities that may come with it.

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement as she quickly bowed and replied:
Yes, yes!
"Thank you for your kind words, Your Excellency, but please wait a moment while I briefly report this arrangement to our chief steward..."

However, before she could finish speaking, a deep and magnetic male voice came from not far away, not loud but carrying an undeniable authority:

"No need to report, Flora."

As the words were spoken, a figure quietly appeared in the interplay of light and shadow in the hall.

This is a fallen angel with a tall and straight figure, with wide, pitch-black wings spread behind him.

His face was so handsome it was almost sinister, with deep-set features.

Wearing a perfectly tailored black dress, she exuded an air of elegance and powerful pressure, as if she had long held a position of power.

The fallen angel chief steward slowly approached Cohen and Grace, his gaze falling on Grace, even with his knowledge and composure.

When he saw Grace's stunning beauty and temperament, he couldn't help but be amazed and lost in thought.

She quickly regained her composure, gracefully bowing in an impeccable manner, a perfectly timed smile playing on her lips.

“Beautiful lady, on behalf of everyone at 'Final Agreement' casino, I am incredibly honored by your presence.”

I am the manager here, Reginald Vasquez.

During your stay, please feel free to ask for any needs you may have, and I will personally arrange everything for you.

Reginald adopted a humble yet dignified demeanor.

This perfectly demonstrates the professionalism and humility a top casino manager should have when facing VIPs.

That handsome face, enough to make countless women swoon, was adorned with impeccable humility and enthusiasm.

He believed that this demeanor was enough to impress any woman, even if she was a high-ranking envoy of the demon god.

However, despite Reginald's almost fawning attitude, Grace remained cold and unfriendly, her tone equally blunt:
"Stay away from me, I'm allergic to men!"

The words reached Reginald's ears, causing the smile on his face to freeze instantly, and even a barely perceptible distortion appeared.

He was Reginald Vasquez, the steward of the "Final Agreement" casino, and a distant relative of Grand Duke Dispart.

When has a fallen angel, whose strength and appearance are both outstanding, ever been treated with such a blunt and insulting coldness?
Especially since it comes from such a stunningly beautiful woman.

He had hoped to win favor with his charm and status, after all, he was a man and so handsome, but he didn't expect to be so decisively rejected.

What do you mean by being allergic to men? If you're really allergic to men, why are you accompanied by a clearly male berserker bodyguard?
This is clearly blatant targeting and disdain.

A nameless fire, a mixture of astonishment, embarrassment, and confusion, welled up inside Reginald, but he could only force himself to suppress it.

He knew perfectly well that the power behind someone who could casually produce a Soul Crystal Card was something he, a mere casino manager, could not afford to offend.

In the Nine Hells Plane, the majesty and authority of the Demon Gods are even more intimidating than those of the True Gods, because they are closer to the rules of this land, and are more capricious and vengeful.

Reginald's expression stiffened considerably, and he could only mutter to himself, "As expected of someone from the Demon God, he's got quite the airs."

He quickly adjusted his breathing, suppressing all his dissatisfaction and embarrassment.

He forced a slightly apologetic smile and bowed slightly to Grace again.
"I apologize for my rudeness. Please forgive me."

After saying that, he wisely stepped back a few steps, handing over the reins completely to Flora, who was standing to the side, trembling with fear yet secretly pleased.

But in the instant he turned around, a barely perceptible shadow flashed in the depths of his deep purple eyes.

……

The atmosphere was somber in a luxurious office atop the towering spire of the "Final Agreement" casino, overlooking the entire Eternal Night City.

Reginald Vasquez, the casino manager who appeared imposing to outsiders, was now standing respectfully with his back slightly bent in front of a large desk.

He reported everything that had just happened downstairs to a middle-aged man sitting behind the table, whose face was unusually pale and even looked somewhat sickly.

The middle-aged man wore a simple dark gray robe and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

After listening to Reginald's account, he frowned slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, and murmured to himself:
"Soul Crystal Cards haven't appeared on the market for a long time indeed. Demon God Envoy... Do you know which Demon God it is?"

Reginald shook his head:

"I can't tell, but this woman's identity is quite intriguing."

I dare say this succubus, with her looks and temperament, is even more sophisticated and purer than the succubus queen of the 'Seventh Desire'.

Reginald's tone unconsciously carried a hint of longing and resentment that he himself was unaware of:
"This is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, but she has such a terrible temper, she really needs to be taught a lesson..."

Reginald seemed to recall the embarrassment and resentment of being publicly refuted earlier, and his tone involuntarily carried a hint of resentment, but he didn't finish his sentence.

The middle-aged man sitting behind the table suddenly raised his eyelids, and two icy, piercing beams of light shot out from his seemingly calm eyes.

The voice suddenly turned cold:

She deserves it!
Reginald, put away your little schemes. Some women are not for you to mess with. Don't cause trouble for the casino!

This sudden, stern rebuke was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the flame of resentment in Reginald's heart and sending a chill down his spine.

He immediately lowered his head deeply, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, and replied in a trembling voice:
Yes, yes!
"I understand! I know I was wrong."

After a stern warning, the middle-aged man's expression softened slightly.

He turned his gaze back to the endless neon lights and hustle and bustle outside the window, and asked in a calm tone:

"What do you think they're doing in the Eternal City?"

Reginald took a deep breath, forcibly calming his somewhat lingering fear, and after careful consideration, replied:

"It is rather unusual for a woman, especially such a noble woman, to personally come to a place like Eternal Night City, a place teeming with all sorts of people."

My subordinates believe that she is likely representing the demon god behind her, but as for her purpose, it is probably difficult to judge based on our current contact.

Perhaps it would be safer to wait for Flora's follow-up report.

Just like the unspoken rules in many similar places in Eternal Night City and even the entire Nine Hells Plane, these employees who seem to only provide escort and guide services often actually shoulder a more important mission.

They are the eyes and ears of the casino, the most professional intelligence agents.

They use carefully crafted conversation techniques and seemingly unintentional guidance to extract useful information from clients while chatting and laughing.

Find out the other party's background and true needs.

This allows casinos to more accurately target services and even tailor-make "special" projects for customers, maximizing their value.

Flora's ability to rise to the position of casino operations manager speaks for itself; she certainly possesses the skills and expertise.

After listening, the middle-aged man slowly nodded, indicating his agreement with Reginald's judgment.

He pondered for a moment, then finally gave the order:

"Pay close attention to security inside and outside the venue these next few days, and don't let any fools offend our esteemed guests."

Reginald immediately bowed and replied:

"Yes, boss! Understood!"

……

Cohen and Grace came to the "Final Agreement" casino with a clear purpose.

They need to lure those high-level brokers lurking in the shadows to take the bait.

Therefore, from the moment they stepped into the casino, the two made no attempt to conceal their identities and wealth, displaying extravagance and extraordinary status in every gesture.

This almost flamboyant attitude naturally allowed Flora, who was standing by and providing attentive service throughout, to easily obtain a large amount of information that she wanted or that the casino needed.

After a day of lavish and bustling casino activities, Flora had thoughtfully prepared accommodations for the two distinguished guests.

"Final Agreement" is the most luxurious den of iniquity in Eternal Night City, with its businesses spread throughout this city of desire.

They own properties in many quiet locations with excellent views.

They built many luxury villas and exquisite mansions exclusively for top-tier clients.

Given Grace's almost overwhelming status and position.

Flora naturally arranged for her to stay in the most luxurious and prestigious villa, number one.

This is a building that resembles a small palace, situated on a high cliff overlooking most of the dazzling night view of the Eternal Night City.

A powerful magical barrier surrounds the area, ensuring absolute privacy and safety.

Flora thoughtfully escorted the two to the villa, leaving behind a special magical communication rune stone, and softly inquired:
"Your Excellency, when would be a suitable time to pick you up tomorrow?"

After a moment's thought, Grace replied:
"Don't go too early, after 10 o'clock."

In addition, the schedule for the next few days can be made a bit tighter. Besides having fun, I also have other important matters to attend to in Eternal Night City.

We aim to experience all the attractions within seven days.

Flora's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and she immediately bowed and replied:

"It is you, sir!"

I understand, I will make sure to arrange things properly for you.

Then I won't disturb your rest any longer.

After saying this, he respectfully bowed and quietly left the villa.

This luxurious and tranquil space was reserved for the two distinguished guests.

Upon entering the villa, Ke Enyuan's expression instantly sharpened.

An invisible spiritual force field quietly spread out from him, quickly sweeping across every corner of the hall, the walls, the ceiling, and even the carpet under his feet.

They carefully sensed any possible magical fluctuations.

After a moment, he relaxed slightly, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face:

"It's very clean, there are no surveillance or eavesdropping magic circles."

As he spoke, he removed the demon mask, and his body began to gradually change. When the last trace of hellish aura dissipated, Cohen's handsome face was fully revealed.

He turned to look at Grace beside him, a smile of approval playing on his lips:

"Indeed, Your Highness, your performance at the casino today was impeccable."

"Judging by the aura and presence you displayed today, it won't be long before people come knocking on your door."

He then walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down casually, stretching out his long legs naturally. He patted his firm thighs and gestured for Grace to sit down.

Almost as soon as he spoke, a gentle ripple of magic began to emanate from Grace's body.

The imposing aura of a high-ranking succubus that had once terrified Flora receded like the tide, and her bewitching beauty gradually returned to the dignified countenance of a human princess.

Although she still possessed that breathtakingly beautiful face, she had lost some of her alluring charm and gained an innate nobility and aloofness.

Cohen watched her return to normal, a hint of undisguised regret flashing in his eyes, and he muttered under his breath:

"Sigh, the succubus form is still more appealing. That bewitching charm is simply irresistible!"

Grace rolled her eyes at him, deliberately tossing her long hair, the ends lightly brushing against his cheek:

"All you ever think about are those indecent things."

Am I not good enough the way I am now?

Even so, a barely perceptible smile curved her lips as her fingertips lightly brushed across Cohen's chest before she nestled peacefully into his arms.

He casually slapped away Cohen's restless hands and asked:

“We didn’t express our needs at the casino today. Do you really think those ‘brokers’ you’re talking about would come to us based on such vague information?”

Cohen smiled:
"The succubus who's with us today is more than just a simple waitress."

She was actually the casino's spy planted among us; she was the most professional intelligence agent.

The information we inadvertently revealed today is enough for her and the people behind her to analyze our intentions.

Perhaps as soon as Miss Flora leaves us, she will immediately report the situation to the casino's real boss.

For those astute brokers, a 'demon envoy' who spends money like water, has a powerful background, and may have special purposes is a prime target.

It is itself a huge cake exuding an enticing aroma.

They won't let any possible opportunity slip by.

Grace furrowed her brows slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes, before quickly raising her gaze to ask again:
"The real big boss?"

Who exactly is the big boss behind this casino?

Could she be the middleman we're looking for to make the connection?

Faced with Grace's three questions, Cohen leaned back lazily on the sofa cushions, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He deliberately pointed to his lips, his eyes gleaming with cunning.

Grace gave a soft hum, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of reproach, but she still obediently wrapped her arms around his neck.

After a long, deep kiss, both of them were a little unsteady on their feet.

Cohen smacked his lips, seemingly still wanting more, and gently stroked her flushed cheeks with his fingertips before patiently explaining:
No, he was not the middleman.

His true identity is a trusted subordinate of Grand Duke Dispat, the ruler of the second-level domain, and his true form is a Bagra demon whose strength has reached the low level of the legendary rank.

He is also one of the three city lords of Eternal Night City.

The other two city lords are the legendary succubus queen of the 'Seventh Desire' nightclub and the head of the 'Pleasure Cabin' trading company.

The three of them jointly control the order and distribution of benefits in this city of desire.

However, although this Bagula demon is not the middleman we are looking for, he must have channels to contact those top brokers.

There is a secret cooperation agreement between them, in which the casino screens and introduces valuable clients to the brokers, and the brokers pay a corresponding 'referral fee'.

As long as this Bagula demon confirms our identity as 'Demon God's Envoys' and the value we have demonstrated through Flora's report.

He will definitely take the initiative to contact the middleman we really want to meet.

After all, the commission he could earn by introducing a 'big client' like us would be astronomical.

...(End of chapter)