Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 37 Everyone’s Attention
In a distant and undetectable valley, an ancient castle, shrouded in the moss of time and a mysterious atmosphere, stands there quietly.

It is like a reef in the long river of time, motionless for thousands of years.

The castle's architectural style combines classical and modern elements. The main building is made of solid stone and is covered with lush green ivy.

The magnificent gate shimmered with a strange light, a glimmer of magic dancing.

Above the main entrance, a huge plaque engraved with "Cobalt Soul Academy" is faintly visible in the mist of the valley.

Night falls, and darkness shrouds the ancient academy.

A mottled owl spread its broad wings and flew silently across the night sky, its eyes flashing mysteriously and sharply in the darkness, tightly clutching a letter rolled up in parchment.

Its wings trembled slightly in the wind, but it did not slow down its flying speed at all. Finally, it flew into the castle, circled a few times, accurately found a narrow window, and flew in nimbly.

In the room, the candlelight flickered slightly. An owl landed on a table piled with books and parchment scrolls. It released its claws and the letter landed steadily on the table.

The owl turned its head, and its yellow eyes looked at the recipient in a very human way, as if waiting for something.

The recipient had long, thick, silver hair that casually draped over her shoulders, like the silver glow of moonlight.

His long beard was also snow-white, hanging neatly and solemnly on his chest. His eyes were deep blue, like an endless ocean, and his gentle gaze was sharp and insightful.

His face was full of wrinkles, and it seemed that each wrinkle represented an unknown story. After seeing the owl, he gently waved the wand in his hand.

A cloud of blue mist flew into the owl's body, giving it a very human and comfortable expression:
"Okay, if you're greedy next time, I won't let you out!"

The owl hooted softly.

Dunprado gently stroked the owl's feathers, opened the letter and read it carefully.

After a moment, his body trembled slightly and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The "divine summoning technique" that has been lost for thousands of years?
Suspected to be the ancient secret job [Dragon Seal Weapon Master]?
It seems that an interesting little guy has appeared in the northwest continent!
After thinking for a long time, Deng Prado took out a pen and paper and began to write a reply.

"I've received your letter. My advice is to observe this person secretly for now. Once their true identity and affiliation are confirmed, we can consider issuing an invitation. Also, I suggest this matter be escalated and overseen by the director of the Northwest Continental Branch."

After finishing the letter, he patted the owl's head.

The owl grabbed the reply letter with its claws, flapped its wings and flew away into the night.

……

Although the Florence Colosseum is still crowded today, it is much quieter than in the past.

There was no ordinary citizen to be seen in the entire arena.

Even the open-air stands on the back floors were filled with well-dressed and well-mannered nobles.

The boxes on the first two floors were unprecedentedly full.

The continent's multinational organizations, the Effiin Senate, cabinet ministers, the Grand Dukes of the four territories, the military, and the hereditary nobles of the country all came in person or sent representatives to watch today's game.

The Extraordinary Arena has been under martial law since last night, and the area within five kilometers has been taken over by the Imperial Guards.

Everyone was speculating whether His Majesty the King or Her Royal Highness the Queen would come to watch the game in person.

Cohen wore a mask and felt the various complicated gazes from the stands. His face was calm and he stepped into the ring with firm steps.

Today, Cohen changed his usual low-key dress style. He wore a dark purple velvet robe with a dazzling brooch on the collar, a snow-white silk shirt underneath, and a golden belt around his waist.

The well-fitting and sophisticated clothing perfectly showcases his tall and straight figure. The straight shoulders support the outline of the shirt, and the belt highlights the golden ratio of the upper and lower body.

He wore a gorgeous cloak made of heavy brocade with golden tassels on the edge. It swayed gently with his steps, showing his nobility and majesty.

At this moment, he did not look like a contestant about to fight in a ring, but more like a young king who had gone out to fight and returned victorious.

Looking at Cohen's graceful demeanor and elegant and calm temperament, the nobles in the stands were certain of one thing - they were the same kind of people!
This kind of decency and nobility that comes from the bones is something that ordinary people can never learn in their lifetime.

In the private room on the first floor, Isabella frowned slightly and snorted coldly:
"Is he dressed so coolly to seduce the noble lady?" Nephthys glanced at Isabella lightly and complained silently in her heart, are you talking about yourself?

Looking at the shining look in your eyes, I can't wait to pounce on you. Can you have a little reserve as the daughter of the Golden Wings?

Mr. Modo obviously noticed his young lady's expression and said with a light cough:

"That's right, if you don't know, you might think it's some noble young master out having some fun!
Miss, the master always says that we should stay away from this kind of man, because this kind of man is the best at playing with women's feelings."

Isabella raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Uncle Modo, the man you call good at playing with women's feelings is trying to find a way to save your nephew."

Modo's face was slightly embarrassed. No matter how much he disliked this kid, he had to accept this favor.

Andre was sitting with Sandro, the second son of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory. Sandro said with a hint of jealousy:

"She's dressed up like a peacock in heat."

Andre said with a half-smile:

"Second Young Master, why are you so angry? With the Black Tomb taking action, he won't be able to stay alive for many days anyway."

Sandro's eyebrows jumped violently, and he mumbled something and stopped talking loudly.

In the private room on the second floor, Bogus, who had been so arrogant yesterday, dared not utter a word and served carefully beside a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a resolute face and strong lines, and his hair was neatly combed to one side without a single hair out of place.

His black hair is mixed with a few strands of silver, which adds a bit of experience and calmness. His every move exudes the style of a senior bureaucrat.

This is Bogus's uncle, Theodore Dupont, who is currently the vice president of the Effiin High Court and also serves as an assistant to the Chief Justice of the State.

He is the trusted subordinate and right-hand man of the new Chief Justice, Baron Gor Philippe, and a hot political star in Florence's political arena.

He holds a high position and has great power.

Theodore observed for a while and then said:
"This kind of person isn't some talented young man you're talking about. His composure and calmness alone are better than yours."

Bogus hid the jealousy on his face very well and said with a smile:
"Uncle is right. I was blind yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have had such a big conflict with him."

Theodore's tone remained stern as he asked:
"Are you sure he has reached an agreement with Nephthys? That your engagement with her cannot continue?"

Bocuse said angrily:

"Yes, that bitch said it herself."

Theodore looked at Cohen with a sharp, razor-sharp gaze.
"Then it seems we are destined not to be friends.

Nephthys is important, she must be ours."

Excitement welled up on Bogus's face. He didn't know why his uncle attached so much importance to Nephthys.

But when he thought about the possibility between him and Nephthys, he was immediately filled with joy.

Theodore's voice continued to ring in his ears:

"Watch carefully today, learn well, and use wisdom, conspiracy, and power to deal with the enemy.

Never shows up, stabbing you in the back!
If they were to engage in a head-on confrontation like you, they would be foolish and reckless."

Bogus's eyes lit up and he said anxiously:

"Uncle, do you have plans for today?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Theodore's brows:
"I will make him suffer painful torture and taste hopeless failure in front of everyone!"

(End of this chapter)