Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 21 How can we conduct politics well with these insects?
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As Sandro's voice fell, the legendary aura soared into the sky, announcing his presence to the entire arena.

Legendary level, another legend.

The legendary levels that usually appear mysteriously are now appearing one after another.

Feeling the pressure from the legendary aura, Sandro's face changed drastically. As far as he knew, there were no legendary players in the "Pale Wings" branch of Effie!

Who is the person who spoke?

Sandro was not the only one who wanted to know the answer, and everyone looked over at him.

Mr. Modo came out of the box with a cold look in his eyes:
"Let's not talk about business anymore? Can your words represent the Southern Territory?"

Seeing the person coming, Sandro's heart tightened. He really couldn't afford to offend this person -

"Pale Wings" is the Inspector of the Northwest Continent. His status is more honorable than that of the king of an ordinary principality. Even if his father, the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory, is here, he dare not disrespect him.

A chill ran down his spine – if his father's deal with the Pale Wings fell through because of him, he would never forgive him!

Sandro leaned forward and said carefully:

"I didn't know the Inspector General was here too. It's really surprising. I was so emotional just now that I said something wrong. I hope the Inspector General will forgive me.

If you, my Lord, also like this boy, we in the Southern Territory will never dare to compete with you.

I just said it in anger. I hope it won't damage our friendship with Pale Wings."

There was a sudden booing in the venue. The citizens of Florence felt sad and inexplicably humiliated when they saw that Effiin, a nobleman and the son of a grand duke, was so flattering to an outsider.

Cohen also felt nauseous. Is this the son of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory?

How can we conduct politics well with these insects?
It seems that they are looking for an opportunity to carry out a major purge in the country to unify people’s thoughts and understanding!
Mr. Modo snorted coldly. How could a bronze body of Sandro withstand the pressure of a legendary soul?

Suddenly he was hit hard and fell down in a miserable state.

Modo then slowly walked up to Cohen and said in a deep voice:

"Someone wants to see you and talk?"

Cohen shook his head and said:

"I have something else to do, maybe next time.

In addition, Effiin was founded in blood and fire three thousand years ago when Lord Frey Corleone led the Four Knights to repel the liches, demons and orc legions.

At that time, the masters of 'Pale Wings' were just a few traveling merchants!

No matter how bad Sandro is, you shouldn't teach him a lesson!

If this happens again, our cooperation will be terminated!"

After he finished speaking, Cohen left without looking back.

As soon as these words were spoken, Sandro, who had fallen to the ground, felt his humiliation vanish, and he looked at Modo expectantly. What an ungrateful brat, daring to scold a legendary warrior like that. He was already imagining Cohen kneeling and begging for mercy.

However, what stunned him and everyone else present was that Mr. Modo not only did not take action, he did not even verbally scold him. He just frowned, shook his head, and went back to the box.

The absurd scene left the entire audience in silence.

The silence was deafening.

When did the people from “Pale Wings” become so easy to talk to!
Everyone stared in amazement at the young man who had just stepped onto the Extraordinary Arena today, and for a moment they were speculating about his identity.

Back in the box, Mr. Modo found Isabella flipping through an ancient book and couldn't help but curse:

"Miss, this boy is too arrogant. I think you are too indulgent towards him."

Isabella replied calmly, "Isn't what he said true?"

Modo's expression froze, and he said:

"The facts are one thing, but he said it in public, which clearly shows that he doesn't take us seriously."

Isabella waved her hand slightly:

"He has the qualifications, but what he said confirms one thing for me: he must be from Effiin, perhaps even a noble of Effiin, and his status is certainly not low... Putting that aside, can you tell where he's coming from?"

Modo shook his head: "I just observed him closely and didn't find anything special. But there is one thing that is very strange. He is so talented, why did he only break through to the extraordinary level now?"

Isabella closed the ancient book, her eyes showing an inexplicable color, and said softly:
"I have a guess, but it needs to be verified. It would be nice if I could see him take more shots."

Modo replied: "That's no problem. He should be participating in the competition soon. Even if he doesn't want to participate, Raymond will not miss this opportunity."

Isabella gave him a questioning look.

Modo chuckled and said:
"A newcomer with such amazing combat talent is a strong contender for the [Divine Guard Reserve Battalion]. Raymond will definitely do his best to encourage him to continue participating!"

Isabella frowned slightly and said softly:

"[Divine Guard Reserve Camp]? That selection ceremony for the God of War's personal guards? But aren't those only for those under twenty years old..."

Isabella's words stopped abruptly, her bright eyes widened, and her tone was filled with uncertainty:
"Could it be... Could it be that he..."

Modo sighed and nodded:

"Yes, I just asked the staff who registered him, he's not even 20 years old yet... to be exact, he's only 16, just coming of age."

"How many?"

Isabella had a look of confusion on her face. She really couldn't connect the mysterious man who talked so calmly in front of him with a sixteen-year-old boy.

"I was also very surprised when I first found out, but the War God's test pillar can't go wrong. I can only say that this kid is truly gifted!"

(End of this chapter)