Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 11 Saxon Cromwell

In the Kingdom of Ceylon, on the official road leading to the royal hunting grounds, three legendary "Green-footed Dragon Snakes" were pulling a luxurious carriage, completely occupying the road.

The carriage is handcrafted from priceless star wood, and is inlaid with top-grade magic diamonds with wind attributes.

In addition to the body of the carriage, the axles, pedals, and guardrails are all made of arcane alloys that are more expensive than gold. This material is generally used to cast legendary weapons.

The interior of the carriage is extremely luxuriously decorated with various precious and soft furs of monsters, dazzling and colorful gems and pearls, exquisitely crafted tea sets, tables, and stoves, making people feel like they have walked into a palace.

A tall and handsome young nobleman was sunk in a soft sofa, holding a pair of gorgeous twins in his arms, his hands flying up and down, with a morbid pleasure on his face - the third heir to the Kingdom of Ceylon, the third prince Saxon Cromwell.

There was a knock on the door outside the carriage. Saxon groped hard at his side, pushed the twins away, and said:

"come in."

A serious-looking middle-aged man entered the carriage and handed Saxon a note:
"The latest information from Florence."

Saxon took the information and took a few glances at it before his eyes widened unconsciously and he exclaimed:
"She was able to kill a high-level legendary in seconds?"

The middle-aged man nodded coldly:
"The news is correct. She is even stronger than she was five years ago. Now, Your Highness might not be able to withstand even one of her attacks."

Saxon's face flushed abnormally, his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire as he said:

"Okay, the stronger the better. Only a woman like this is worthy of me."

Saxon licked his lips, his throat rolling up and down, and he smiled morbidly:
“One year, one more year, I can’t wait!
Andre, I'm a little regretful. I should have just killed that bastard king. The thought of such a wonderful woman staying by his side for another year makes me want to kill! "

The middle-aged man named Andre bowed slightly and said:

"After all, the Effiin Royal Court still has a Senate, and there are still a few stubborn old men in it. If we really kill them, it will definitely cause a backlash from them."

Then, he changed his tone and said with a smile:
"Your Highness, there is no need to worry too much. After all, he is only six years old, and nothing can happen between him and the Queen.

I also heard that the king had always suspected that the queen had conspired with her father to seize his power, so he had been in a cold war with the queen and they had not slept together after their marriage.

This means that His Highness is very likely to get a pure and flawless queen!"

Saxon's breathing suddenly became heavy and rapid, and his face was filled with undisguised greed and possessiveness.

He didn't care that there were outsiders present and directly pulled the twins beside him over and squeezed them hard with his big hands.

After venting his desire, Saxon pushed the woman away and continued to look at the intelligence.

When his eyes shifted to Adele's warning, a hint of jealousy and cruelty flashed in his eyes:

"Andre, go to Florence in person and meet with the Gaunt family. Give them a Holy Elf Fruit and help reattach the arm of that unfortunate eldest son of the Grand Duke. After all, he took the blame for us."

The middle-aged man showed admiration on his face. Although the prince he had chosen was ostentatious, dandy and lustful in appearance, he would always keep a clear head at critical moments and use all available people or things to quickly gain the greatest benefits.

Saxon must have his own strengths to be able to climb step by step from the son of a concubine to the third in line of heir!

The middle-aged man spoke at the right time:
"Although there were some minor incidents, and we underestimated Queen Effiin's strength and determination, the plan went smoothly overall, even far exceeding expectations. By severing the arm of the Gaunt family's only son, even the close relationship between the Grand Duke of the South and the Angrian family should have caused a rift!"

Saxon looked at the information in his hand. A Transcendent who could destroy a high-level Legendary with a single move was still a cause for concern. He asked:
"I hope there won't be any mistakes on the Black Tomb side. Angus is no idiot. Sooner or later he'll find out that this wasn't done by the Pale Wings."

Andre said firmly:

"Your Highness, rest assured. Unless they dare to attack the Black Tomb's northwest regional headquarters, we will never find the murderer."

Saxon nodded slowly, his expression grim.

"The two most powerful forces in Effiin right now are the Prime Minister and the Southern Territory. As long as the two of them break up, there will be no one who can threaten us anymore."

Andre reminded:

"The Southern Territory is a relatively isolated corner after all, and the royal family still has the support of the Senate. If we really want to incite them to rebel, we'll have to pay a price."

Saxon nodded and said, "I've decided. I'll send a thousand [Ceylon's Oath] to stand by. As soon as the Gaunt family gives in, these thousand [Ceylon's Oath] will immediately become the vanguard of their march to the capital! They're just a few half-dead Legendaries. If they can stop assassins, how can they stop my 'elite' army?"

Andre was shocked by Saxon's generosity.

[The Oath of Ceylon] is an "elite" army that the Saxons spent a great deal of money to build.

On the Demonic Continent, the military is also divided into different levels: basic, regular, elite, special, king, and emperor.

It was already a great achievement for most small countries to be able to equip themselves with "basic-level" armies to suppress some uprisings and revolutions and teach disobedient nobles and landlords a lesson. Relatively powerful principalities like Eifin generally had conventional-level armies.

As for the elite level, it cannot develop at all without the support of a strong national strength.

One can imagine how powerful this "elite" army in the hands of the Saxons is.

Saxon's "Oath of Ceylon" has only 3,000 people in total, which is his biggest trump card as the third heir.

Now he has sent out one third of them at once. It seems that the Third Prince has really invested a lot of money for Effiin.

Andrei said softly with an inexplicable smile on his face:

"Everything is worth it. Once the Southern Border Grand Duke's rebellion succeeds, we can legitimately 'send troops' to aid our friendly neighbor, who has a deep friendship with the Kingdom of Ceylon!
Once we capture Effiin and the beautiful queen, no one will be able to surpass your Highness's achievements!"

Saxon's eyes flashed, and he murmured softly:

"Even if he's the eldest brother, he should give up his first priority now!"

Andre lowered his head, an inexplicable look in his eyes, and responded:
"I can already imagine His Highness ascending the throne!"

The "Golden Winged Girl" who had just arrived in Florence was also shocked by Yadel's strength and toughness.

"A Half-Step Legendary destroyed a high-level Legendary Transcendent?"

At the secret branch of "Pale Wings", Mr. Modo, who had just received the news, looked horrified.

Not far away, the "Golden Winged Girl" Isabella gently stroked the information and said lightly:

"Yadel Angryn, the Queen of Effiin... She's probably not even thirty years old this year."

Modo nodded and replied:

"Twenty-five years old. Five years ago, he was the 'Strongest Silver' of the [Ten Thousand Nations Nobles Martial Arts Festival]. Being only twenty years old, the 'Strongest Silver', caused quite a stir at the time."

The International Nobles Fighting Festival is a major event on the continent. It is held every ten years. Representatives from various countries on the continent participate in the competition to select the "Strongest Bronze", "Strongest Silver", "Strongest Gold" and "Strongest Legend".

The Bronze Group is under 20 years old, the Silver Group is under 30 years old, the Gold Group is under 40 years old, and there is no limit for the Legend Group.

Isabella's eyes flickered as she said, "I remember now. I once heard my father mention a gifted ice mage who possessed an affinity for ice elements exceeding 90% called the 'God's Favored Daughter'."

Isabella's tone was filled with admiration. Even someone as noble as her had a heartfelt admiration for Yadel's talent.

Modo nodded and continued, "I never thought that five years later, she would not only be a half-step legend, but could even defeat a high-level legend. If the source of the information wasn't absolutely reliable, I would really suspect that someone was deliberately flattering her."

Isabella said slowly:
"Cut off the arm of the heir to the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory, and cripple a high-level Legendary Transcendent… Is the Effiin royal family going to break with the Southern Territory?"

Modo shook his head and replied:
"Not really. This seems to be Queen Effiin's attitude alone. It's said that this is because the royal family was attacked not long ago, and she is making an example of him! Oh, right, this is the warning Queen Effiin left after she deposed that high-ranking Legendary."

Mordo said as he handed Isabella a note.

After reading it, Isabella said with amusement:
"I didn't expect the king and queen to have such a good relationship?"

Mordo replied, "According to intelligence, this queen is a full ten years older than the current king, Corleone. They've been together since childhood, so it can be said that she watched the king grow up. The relationship between them isn't necessarily that of a man and a woman."

Isabella pondered for a long time and said:
"After I'm done with this, I'll find time to visit the queen. I have a strange feeling that this woman will be my lifelong enemy!"

(End of this chapter)