Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 17 Damn, you’re coming again?

In the simple private room on the third floor, a pair of shrewd and clever eyes kept moving their gaze on Cohen. The owner of the eyes was a wealthy middle-aged businessman.

If Cohen were here, he would definitely recognize this person as the scroll merchant who was previously responsible for the dark spot of Pale Wing.

After watching for a long time, he finally confirmed something.

He took out a magic communication stone from his arms and reported the situation in the arena in detail to Mr. Modo on the other side.

After receiving the summons, Mr. Modo immediately put down all the work at hand and secretly came to a small Western-style building in the wealthy area of Florence.

After listening to the report, Isabella's eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes flickered, and her beautiful face showed great interest:
"'Lord of Shadows'? That sounds pretty childish. Hmm, he's level one? Did he just break through?"

Mr. Modo replied:

"The testing columns in the arena are usually correct. It seems that the young lady was right. He had not yet reached the transcendent level before. He must have broken through in the past two days."

"He was able to easily defeat a rogue and an experienced barbarian right after his breakthrough? That's surprising. Can't you tell he has an extraordinary profession?"

"He barely made a move. His two wins were inexplicable. No wonder so many people at the scene weren't buying it."

Isabella couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth and asked:
"What did Raymond and the others say?"

Raymond is the head of the Florence branch of the Extraordinary Arena, and he is the low-key middle-aged man next to the host.

"No news yet...Huh? There is."

The communication stone in his hand trembled slightly, and the scroll merchant sent the latest news:
"Raymond announced that he hadn't violated any of the rules, and the competition continued. However, he revealed a piece of news: this mysterious 'Shadow Lord' had signed up for ten matches, which means he still has eight to play!"

Isabella's eyes, as big as two clear springs, suddenly lit up, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up:
"Make arrangements, I'm going to the arena!"

……

Experience value: 10/300.

Cohen returned to the stands. Beneath his silver mask, his expression was calm and relaxed. The noisy discussions around him were just insignificant background noise, which did not affect his inner peace at all.

Most of the audience no longer had the heart to pay attention to the ongoing game on the field. After Raymond, the person in charge of the arena, revealed that Cohen still had eight games to play, almost everyone was now looking forward to Cohen's next appearance.

Let’s see when this kid shows his true colors!
As everyone expected, the four big words "Lord of Shadows" soon appeared on the light screen again.

After five more matches, Cohen wasn't surprised by the clearly manipulated match order. His performance in the first two matches was indeed somewhat bizarre, and it was understandable that the people in the arena wanted to find out more about him.

I hope he can feel some pressure this time.

Raymond noticed the name on the screen, looked back at the host, and said with some displeasure:
"How did you arrange this woman?"

The host wiped his sweat:
"Someone on the first two floors has objections. They want to find a truly powerful person to test this kid's true strength. There are too few first-level people who meet the requirements today, so we can only let her go first."

Raymond nodded slightly: "Okay, tell her to hold back and not let anyone die."

The host nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll remind her later."

It didn't take long before it was Cohen's turn to compete.

This time, almost all eyes in the stands, including the boxes on the first few floors, were focused on this mysterious young nobleman.

Cohen looked at his opponent in the third match, a woman who drew cheers as soon as she entered the court.

The woman was wearing a black dress as dark as ink, her face half-covered by a black veil, revealing only a pair of eyes as bright as stars, so deep that they seemed to absorb all the light in the world.

The woman suddenly winked at Cohen.

Cohen suddenly felt dizzy, then his body shook slightly, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

[Psychic]!
Focusing on soul power, Cohen glanced at the badge on the opponent's chest. Four red stars, no black stars! Four consecutive victories, indeed a difficult existence!

The woman in the black dress let out a light exclamation. She was a little surprised by Cohen's performance.

The host's voice sounded:

"Alright, I'm sure everyone's looking forward to this match. On one side is the 'Lord of Shadows,' who has just won two consecutive matches since entering the competition. The other is probably even more familiar to everyone, Lady Nephthys, nicknamed 'Black Fairy,' who has won all four matches since entering the competition! Let's all look forward to this clash of darkness!"

Deafening cheers were heard. The mysterious and powerful Nephthys was very popular, and his opponent was the "cheating" player Cohen. In an instant, he became a villain.

The whistle blows and the game begins!
Nephthys raised her slender jade-like fingers and slid them gently in the air. Strange black lights appeared and slowly outlined a strange black rose.

Night Rose?
A strange look appeared on Cohen's face. It turned out to be this trick!
He became extremely interested in the other party's identity. It seemed that only someone from that family could use this skill, and was a psychic.

"Night Rose" - an ancient sorcerer family that was destroyed by the five empires because their research on forbidden spells caused irreversible consequences!
Tsk tsk, such a pure scent of night rose, I guess the other party is also a direct member.

Cohen immediately became interested. The psychic was the partner that all players in the previous life's game dreamed of.

In addition to being able to establish a spiritual channel within the team and communicate quickly and directly, it can also stabilize the morale of the army and reduce desertions during large-scale operations, making it a "political commissar"-like existence.

A single psychic can definitely hold its own against an entire army!
Thinking of this, Cohen simply didn't take any action and watched the strange "black rose" flying towards him.

The black rose flew in front of Cohen, and Cohen held it with his hand. The rose released a strange and charming aura, and then black silk threads spread from the roots, along his arm, and quickly wrapped around Cohen's heart.

Cohen felt his breathing suddenly become rapid, his heart beating like a drum, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, and his consciousness was about to fall into the abyss.

So powerful! The opponent's willpower is definitely much higher than mine.

Taking a deep breath, Cohen muttered in his heart:

"Miss Nephthys Robben, I believe you can hear what I am saying. I think we can have a good talk."

Upon hearing the voice, Nephthys' pupils contracted sharply, and her fair face immediately lost its color and turned as pale as paper.

Robben!

How does he know his last name is Robben!
Nephthys' body seemed to be under a spell, standing stiffly in place.

Why does he know my real name? Has I been exposed?

The biggest secret in her heart was revealed by a strange man. She felt as if her soul was taken away, leaving only a body filled with shock.

"You...who are you!"

His voice is unexpectedly tender and pleasant, and he doesn't look very old. Also, when a life-threatening secret was exposed, he didn't want to kill the witness immediately, which doesn't seem very mature.

Cohen replied in a gentle tone:

"Don't worry, Miss Robben. I have no ill will towards Night Rose. On the contrary, I can provide you with some help, such as... the whereabouts of the Black Rose Key."

Hearing these words, Nephthys' eyes were like bright stars suddenly blooming in the night sky. Unable to suppress her joy, she waved her hand and took back the rose.

Then, a clear voice, using the nearby audio and video to amplify the magic circle, echoed throughout the arena:

"I surrender!"

Cohen: “…”

audience:"……"

(End of this chapter)