Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 103 The Power of the Psion!
In the Chief Justice's office, Gore clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

His usual calmness and composure disappeared without a trace. There was panic in his eyes and he glanced at the door from time to time.

He had received accurate information that Prince Hauge of the Senate had sent people to the Kingdom of Ceylon to investigate a man named William.

When he first received the news, he almost had a myocardial infarction.

Their investigation progress is too fast!
When did those old-fashioned people in the Senate who only knew how to sit in their offices and make decisions and cause trouble become so efficient!

How could they trace it back to William so quickly?
I have already cleaned my hands and feet very well, this shouldn't happen.

But now is not the time to complain. No matter what Prince Hauge has found out, as long as William is not the witness, no one can link the case to him.

Even Prince Hauge could not accuse a senior cabinet minister without any evidence.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

Gore took a few deep breaths, looked in the mirror, wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened his clothes, and his voice returned to its usual calm and majestic tone:

"Enter."

Herman pushed the door open and came in. Gore perked up instantly when he saw the newcomer. He lowered his voice and asked:

"Have you heard anything else from your fellow-countryman?"

Now Herman's status in Gore's mind has skyrocketed.

If he hadn't told me that Prince Hauge had sent people to the Kingdom of Ceylon to investigate William, I would still be in the dark!
Herman's expression remained unchanged as he replied in a low voice:

“My fellow villager is just a clerk in the Senate, and the information I can get is limited.

But according to him, Prince Hauge has been in a bad mood these days.

He severely scolded several officials in charge of the affairs of the Kingdom of Ceylon.

He suspected that there had been no significant progress in finding William.

The expression on the Chief Justice's face softened a lot, it seemed that there was still time.

Yes, with only one name and so much time having passed, it would definitely not be an easy task to find William.

I overreacted a bit.

A second of hesitation flashed through Gore's mind. Should he stop the action against William?

After all, they are old partners who have played together since childhood...

Soon, the hesitation of this second was dispelled by the queen's ruthless and decisive means.

No, I can't gamble, he quickly hardened his heart.

The road to power is filled with betrayal and blood.

There is no room for mercy!
Gore gradually calmed down and patted Herman on the shoulder:

“Good job!
Herman, work hard, I won't treat you unfairly."

As he spoke, he handed Hermann an envelope:
“Public is public, private is private.

Her Majesty the Queen often teaches us to be honest and self-disciplined. This is my personal matter, and it is not appropriate to use public funds.

Take this money and tell me if it’s not enough.

Your fellow villager must do more work at all costs, understand?"

Hermann politely declined a few times before accepting it.

He knew that if he didn't accept it, he would not gain the other party's trust.

Superior leaders always have to have something on their subordinates to feel more at ease when employing them.

Soon, there was a rapid knock on the door, followed by the voice of the Chief Justice's Permanent Secretary, Gutawo:

"Sir, it's me."

"come in."

Gutawo walked in exhausted and was about to speak when he noticed there was someone else there.

Seeing that it was Hermann, he put on a warm smile:

"Hermann is here too. If you're busy, I'll come back later."

Gore spoke directly:

"No need, Herman is not an outsider, you can speak."

Gutawo's expression froze and his lips moved.

Herman immediately understood and stood up and said:
"I'm so sorry, sir. I haven't finished writing the materials you asked me to write. Please see..."

There was admiration in Gore's eyes, the kind of admiration for young people who could be cultivated.

He said gently:

"Then go ahead and get busy. Don't rush to leave after get off work tonight. Let's have a quick meal together."

"Okay, Your Excellency."

After Herman left, Gutavo looked around and casually set up a barrier to block visitors. He said softly:
"Theodore has already made arrangements. Three gold-level warriors will depart tomorrow night.

They used their own secret guards, so no one would know.

If everything goes well, everything will be resolved the day after tomorrow."

Gore completely relaxed, leaning back on the large office sofa.

Guttavo got up and made him a cup of tea, saying:

"However, Theodore is still quite curious about this matter, and he is trying to understand the relationship between you and William.

I don’t know whether it was his own opinion or the DuPont family’s opinion.”

Gore snorted coldly:
"They are a bunch of ungrateful people who always want to dominate.

They don’t even think about the fact that without someone like me in the front line, their plans would not be able to go so smoothly?
Don't worry about them, they are just dogs for others.

By the way, after you finish dealing with things here, go investigate Herman's details. We still don't have enough manpower."

Guttavo's expression changed slightly. The Chief Justice meant that he was ready to recruit Hermann as his own.

……

Late at night, Cohen received information from Hermann again.

According to Herman, Justice Gore was in an especially good mood today.

We had a simple meal together in the evening and drank a lot of wine for the first time.

When Gore left, Hermann personally saw him off and sent him directly to the home of one of his favorite lovers.

This was the first time Gore had spent the night at his lover's house since he learned that Prince Hauge had found William.

All these changes started after his permanent secretary, Guttavo, returned from the DuPont family.

Herman speculated that the DuPont family was preparing to help Gore get rid of William, and they were very confident, otherwise Gore would not be so confident.

After reading the intelligence, Cohen fell into deep thought.

If I were Gore, if I wanted to get rid of my old partner, I would definitely not use people around me.

Otherwise, it would be equivalent to telling others that you are killing people to silence them.

Of course, this kind of thing cannot be easily handed over to others.

The DuPont family, only the DuPont family that has a deeper cooperation with Gore is the most suitable.

Herman's speculation was correct, and Cohen also believed that the DuPont family was most likely to help Gore solve this worry.

Should we send someone to keep an eye on the DuPont family?
Cohen shook his head slightly.

Such a large family cannot possibly be without hidden forces. Just focusing on the DuPont family will definitely not yield any valuable information.

What should I do?

Cohen's eyes lit up and he quickly came up with an idea.

Maybe I will meet that young master DuPont again!

I heard that this guy is still looking for the "Elf Holy Fruit" everywhere!

……

Bocuse du Pont, heir to the DuPont family, looked even paler than before.

He looked earnestly at his father, the current Viscount Dupont, who was sitting on the throne, and said:
"Father, I heard that the Elf Holy Fruit is being sold at the auction house in the northern part of the Western Region Empire. I want to take a few people to take a look."

Viscount Dupont's eyes became very mysterious, as if he saw through his son's thoughts at a glance, and asked calmly:
"Who do you want to take?"

Bogus rolled his eyes and asked tentatively:
"I saw my uncle contacting the Secret Guards a few days ago. Are they about to be dispatched?"

Viscount Dupont remained silent, only gazing at his son calmly.

Bocuse continued:
“Since the secret guards are dispatched, could you lend me two of them?

With a gold-rank guard, it will be safer to go to the Western Region Empire to auction the holy fruit."

Viscount Dupont shook his head and said:
"The secret guards have other tasks and can't assign anyone to you. As for the Elven Holy Fruit, you should continue to look for Visser.

'Pale Wing' must have a lot of elven holy fruits in his hands.

If I don't give it to you, I'm just waiting for the right price. Just be patient and you'll get it sooner or later."

There was disappointment in Bogus's eyes. He would get it sooner or later.

Who knows how late this will be.

He was the heir to a viscount family, but he had a broken arm every day and didn't even dare to go out.

Aristocrats, are they still aristocrats without social connections in high society?
Seeing that his father disagreed with him using the secret guards, he only relied on the DuPont family's apparent power.

It is not enough to go to the Western Region Empire and safely auction the Elf Holy Fruit.

Bogus went back sighing.

However, his bad mood was soon swept away by the arrival of a message.

The person in charge of "Pale Wings" Florence, that bastard Visser actually wanted to take the initiative to meet him!

Bogus suddenly became excited and rushed to the "Pale Wing".

When he arrived, Wiesel was already waiting for him at his ease.

Seeing Visser, Bogus asked directly:
"Is there any news about the Elf Holy Fruit?"

Wiesel calmly brewed some tea:
"Master Dupont, don't be so anxious. Have a drink of water first."

Bogus sat down slowly, but the look on his face still couldn't hide his anxiety.

Visser brewed the tea, poured a cup for Bogus, and said softly:
“I do have good news for Master Dupont.

The Holy Spirit Fruit you've been dreaming of is indeed showing some promise."

Bogus stood up again, his face filled with excitement.
“Really…really?

Thank you so much, Mr. Adam.

Just ask for any conditions you need..."

Visser smiled and said:

"Don't be in a hurry, drink some water first."

Boccuse sat down again and absentmindedly drank the tea in his cup.

Wiesel added more water and continued:
"However, this elven holy fruit does not belong to us, Pale Wings, but to a merchant from the Western Region Empire.

He requested to meet with you in person to discuss the matter in detail."

After drinking a cup of black tea, Bogus felt a little itchy in his throat, so he drank another cup. He loosened his tie and asked quickly:
"Where are you, people?

We can meet and talk!"

Visser stood up and said:

"Then please wait a moment. I'll go get someone."

After Wiesel left, Bocuse was left alone in the room.

The excitement lasted for a long time.

The thing I had been waiting for for so long was finally found. I stood up and walked back and forth in the room.

Soon, he found that he was particularly thirsty today. Seeing the black tea on the table, he took the kettle and poured it into his mouth.

In the next room, a magic stone clearly monitors the scene inside the house.

Cohen said:
"I'm wondering if the dosage you gave me is too high. Don't let this kid become an idiot later."

Wiesel replied:
"Don't worry, I'm measured."

As he spoke, Bogus had already become drowsy and fell asleep leaning on the sofa.

Cohen no longer hesitated and took Nephthys into Bocuse's room.

Wiesel left very tactfully.

Cohen said to Nephthys:
"Although he is a fourth-level warrior, his willpower attribute is very poor. And since you have the help of 'Insight', you should be able to give it a try."

Nephthys nodded seriously.

She slowly raised her hand, her eyes deep and focused, as if she could penetrate the fog of the soul.

As he chanted the spell softly, the "Insight" in his hand emitted a faint light.

A faint light flowed out from her fingertips and slowly seeped into Bogus's consciousness.

Nephthys began to whisper softly, and the voice seemed to come from a distant dream, carrying a bewitching power.

Bogus's eyelids trembled slightly, as if responding to this mysterious call.

Nephthys' voice suddenly became rapid and harsh, like a sharp blade, piercing deep into Bogus's soul.

Bogus's face showed an expression of pain and spasm. His consciousness instinctively resisted the invasion of the psychic, but his resistance was destined to be pale and powerless.

Finally, Nephthys breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly:
"Sir, I can only hold out for two minutes. Please inquire as quickly as possible."

Cohen nodded and asked:
"Name?"

Bocuse muttered:

"Bocuse du Pont."

"identity?"

"Heir to the DuPont family."

"Who is the most powerful person in your family?

What level is it?"

A slight struggle appeared on Bogus's face, and his voice became more intermittent:

"My...my father, Kingvonen Dupont...

He... he's a legend..."

Cohen was slightly surprised. Viscount Dupont had actually become a legend!

It stands to reason that breaking through to the legendary level would cause some strange phenomena to appear, but he was able to hide it so well!

There is only one possibility, that Viscount Dupont made the breakthrough in a secret realm or ruins that could conceal the vision.

This means that the DuPont family possesses at least one precious secret place or site!

Cohen continued:

"Does your family have any hidden power?"

An expression of pain instantly appeared on Bogus's face. Seeing this, Nephthys sped up her spell.

The light became even hotter.

Bogus said with difficulty:

"Yes... yes."

"Where?"

"South...Southern Manor..."

Cohen's eyes darkened slightly. The Southern Manor was the royal family's property, and there were actually DuPont family's secret guards in it!

The DuPont family should not be underestimated!

He winked at Nephthys, who stopped casting the spell.

Seeing that Bogus was about to wake up, the two quickly left the room.

Bogus woke up slowly, feeling dizzy and heavy, and found that Visser was looking at him strangely.

Sitting next to him was a wealthy middle-aged businessman.

Visser showed an ambiguous expression that every man could understand, and said mischievously:

"Did Master Dupont not sleep well last night?

How come you fell asleep right after arriving?"

Bogus quickly cheered up and smiled sheepishly.

He looked at the businessman next to him and said excitedly:

"Is this... this the merchant who possesses the Holy Fruit of the Elf?"

Visser nodded:

"I won't bother you with your business anymore. I wish you a happy cooperation!"

(End of this chapter)