Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 18 The target of public criticism
The huge arena suddenly fell into an eerie silence, like a volcano about to erupt.

Then, as if approaching the breaking point, suddenly, deafening noise erupted from all directions.

The sound was like surging waves, one after another, converging into a powerful torrent that almost overturned the entire Florence:
Too arrogant!
That's so inhumane!

It's too blatant!
How dare he?
You at least fought in the first two games, but you didn't even fight in the third game. You just threw out a rose and admitted defeat?

If you don’t know, you might think that the great “Black Rose” is chasing men here!

What about fooling the ghost?

On the podium, Raymond stared at the host with cold eyes. The sudden change made him wonder if his capable subordinate had done something behind his back!

The host felt like his throat was about to smoke, and every breath he took was like swallowing scorching air. He said in a trembling voice:

"Boss, I swear to the gods, this person was definitely not arranged by me, and this is the first time I've seen him!

I really don't know why Nephthys suddenly admitted defeat. This kid... this kid is definitely weird!"

The host was almost crying.

Raymond's face was grim, and he looked away after a few seconds of silence.

Indeed, the host cannot be so stupid as to joke about his own future.

But all this happened right before my eyes. What was going on?
He didn't know the details of this "Lord of Shadows", but Nephthys was the prospective saint of the "Temple of Battle" (the church of Ares Beacon, the god of battle and war).

The big bosses behind the "Battle Temple" and the "Super Arena" are the God of War Ares, and Nephthys is half one of them. Why would she admit defeat for no reason?
Who exactly is this "Lord of Shadows"?

Raymond calmed down. Now was not the time to pursue these things. The most important thing now was to stabilize the emotions in the venue and give the audience an explanation.

Otherwise, if what happened tonight were to get out, outsiders would really think that there was something fishy going on in the Extraordinary Arena!
In addition to the excited audience in the stands, some people from the boxes on the first two floors had also come over to inquire about the situation.

These people are Raymond's biggest headache. Those powerful people don't care about the small stakes they place, but they cannot bear to be made a fool of for no reason.

For the nobility, face and dignity are more important than anything else.

Cohen on the ring was also shocked by Nephthys's quick and decisive surrender.

He didn't expect the other party to admit defeat so directly, so he decided to fight first.

Isn't this little girl pushing me onto the edge of a knife?

Now, not to mention the spectators on the field, even he himself almost feels that he is participating in a fixed game.

Cohen was a little amused and confused. What the hell was going on? I just wanted to quietly gain some experience points and level up, but how did it suddenly develop to this point?

In a box on the second floor, a young noble was holding an exquisite wine glass, his eyes filled with arrogance and contempt, his hair was carefully groomed, and he wore a jewel-encrusted sword at his waist. Beside him were two seductively dressed maids.

He was very disdainful of Cohen's ability to create such a big sensation:
"A mere Bronze Rank One deserves so much attention! The people of Florence are truly living beyond their years!"

A servant stood beside him and replied:

"A bunch of idle people with nothing to do, just looking for fun."

The young noble looked at Nephthys's fate with a fiery look in his eyes. "But that Nephthys is a top-notch one. I wonder if I can get her."

The servant's heart skipped a beat, and he said quickly:
"Second Young Master, I heard this woman has some connection with the Battle Temple, so we'd better not cause any trouble... We're here to get the 'Elf Holy Fruit' for the eldest young master, so we'd better keep a low profile."

This young nobleman was none other than Sandro Gaunt, the second son of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory of Effiin.

Resentment flashed across Sandro's eyes:
"My eldest brother is so lucky. Even with a broken arm, someone still gave him the 'holy fruit of the elves'. Why didn't the queen just kill him?"

The male servant's mouth twitched secretly, and he changed the subject: "Second Young Master, look, the people in the arena can't sit still anymore."

In the long private room in the VIP area on the first floor, Isabella's eyes curved into two crescents, and the entire room became bright because of her smile.

Mr. Modo's expression froze, his tone filled with doubt and uncertainty:
"Could this guy have really bribed the Battle Temple's candidate saint?"

As the inspector of the northwest region of the "Pale Wings", his intelligence was naturally very timely and he knew the true identity of Nephthys.

But the more he thought about it, the less he understood.

Isabella put away her smile and opened her lips slightly:
"I wouldn't be surprised if he were to say that the Saint-in-waiting is his woman. This man has so many secrets that it's hard not to want to peel him apart and see for yourself."

"Hmm? Raymond has come down in person. Miss, should we take action? After all, we are still cooperating with him." Mr. Modo asked in a low voice as he looked at Raymond who had fallen into the field.

Isabella shook her head: "No rush, let's see what they say first!"

On the ring, Raymond came in front of Cohen, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous aura, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

Cohen's eyes were as calm as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple, and his aura remained undeterred.

Raymond was slightly surprised by Cohen's calmness. He relaxed and spoke slowly:
"There's no point in saying anything else now. I don't care how you did it. Now you have to find a way to calm the situation down. Otherwise, even if I let you go, this audience won't let you go. There are some people on the first floor that even I can't afford to offend!"

Cohen pondered for a moment and chuckled:
"I want to make a shout."

Raymond signaled with his eyes, and a staff member in robes not far away waved his staff and cast a sound amplification spell on Cohen.

Then his whole body was filled with powerful aura, and the pressure of the legendary level spread out like surging waves. The powerful aura seemed to distort the surrounding air and make people feel suffocated.

The place fell silent instantly.

Cohen secretly curled his lips, wondering why he, the protagonist, was so miserable. He had just recovered his memory for a few days, and all he encountered were legendary ones. No one asked him to kill a few low-level ones first to gain experience.

Cohen looked around at the excited audience and said calmly:

“I signed up for ten games today, I’ve played three, and there are seven more to go.

It looks like you don't want the official arrangements anymore, so let's just do this. Everyone present, as long as they are at level one, can come down and try to see for themselves whether my three consecutive wins were cheated. How do you say that?"

After these words were spoken, the noise in the venue became much quieter.

Raymond's eyes moved slightly. This is a good idea. Didn't you say you don't trust us? Then you can do it yourselves. Whoever has confidence can go up.

(End of this chapter)