Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

The final agreement was reached at the casino, which remained the same luxurious office located at the very top of the spire.

The real boss behind the casino, the middle-aged man with an unusually pale complexion and even a hint of illness, the legendary Bagula Mokulagan, sat in the main seat.

His gaze fell upon the succubus Flora, who stood respectfully before the table, awaiting her report.

The casino manager, the fallen angel Reginald, also stood solemnly to the side, his head slightly bowed. His usual composure and arrogance were gone, replaced by a barely perceptible tension.

Flora took a deep breath and began to recount all the information she had gathered throughout the day through subtle questioning and careful observation.

When Flora mentioned that the stunningly beautiful succubus claimed to be the favorite concubine of the son of one of the seventy-two demons of King Solomon, the two women became restless.

The other party's background is not only that of a demon god, but even that of one of the seventy-two demon gods of King Solomon.

This origin is even more terrifying.

The nine words "King Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons" carry enough weight in the Nine Hells to make any devil or demon tremble.

It was an ancient and terrifying existence that surpassed ordinary demon gods, a supreme authority closely connected to the deepest rules of the Nine Hells.

Reginald couldn't help but ask:
"Flora, are you sure?"

Are you sure you didn't mishear?

"Are they the seventy-two demons of King Solomon?"

Flora swallowed hard, her gaze unwavering despite the almost suffocating stares of her two superiors.

"I am certain that this succubus lady is carrying a legendary item that emits a faint but extremely pure demonic aura."

The prop bears a clear demonic mark. Based on the knowledge my subordinates have acquired, the pattern and aura of the mark should belong to His Majesty King Solomon.

It is a characteristic that only tokens personally bestowed by him possess.

Moreover, the other party mentioned in conversation that she was the favorite concubine of a demon god's son.

"My visit to Eternal Night City is on behalf of that prince."

Flora's every word struck Kuragan and Reginald like a heavy hammer blow to their hearts.

A deathly silence fell over the meeting room, with only the occasional faint wails emanating from the high-hanging chandelier serving as a reminder of the passage of time.

Bagula Mokula's expression grew much more serious. His fair, almost transparent fingers unconsciously caressed the dragon bone scepter that had slipped from his grasp. After a long while, he spoke in a slow, deep tone:
"No wonder they're so wealthy and powerful; they're direct descendants of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods."

With the overwhelming wealth and innate noble temperament she displayed.

It's likely that the 'lover' behind her is not just an ordinary descendant, but most likely a direct descendant being groomed as the core heir.

Such an entity must possess one or even more true treasure troves of demonic power!

A brief silence fell over the meeting room once again. Kuragan turned his gaze back to Flora and continued in a deep voice:
"So, have you found any clues about their true purpose in coming to Eternal Night City?"

Flora bowed slightly respectfully, carefully choosing her words:

"It wasn't explicitly stated, but from the casual conversation, the lady seemed to show an unusual interest in some large strategic weapons and equipment, asking and paying close attention to them quite a bit."

Furthermore, she once casually mentioned that her man was currently planning an unprecedented interdimensional war, a war whose reach even extended to the dragon race!

Kuragan's eyes flashed with shock. The interdimensional war involving dragons was truly something to ponder.

His voice returned to its usual steady tone, but contained a barely perceptible hint of excitement:

"I understand, Flora. Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

In the time to come, you must concentrate all your efforts on providing the most thoughtful and attentive service to this distinguished lady.

Flora lowered her head deeply and replied resolutely:
"Yes, boss, I will do my utmost!"

Kuragan waved his hand gently, signaling Flora and Reginald to step back.

The two bowed respectfully and quietly left the office.

After the two left, Kuragan's eyes gleamed with deep contemplation.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the smooth tabletop for a moment, as if weighing something.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and reached out to pull open a drawer in his desk.

The drawer was lined with soft black velvet, with only a small purple crystal, about the size of a fist, placed in the very center.

Kuragan gently placed his palm on the crystal, and a stream of pure magic slowly flowed into it.

In an instant, the starlight inside the crystal shone brightly.

A slight yet clearly perceptible spatial fluctuation rippled outwards from the crystal, causing the light throughout the office to distort for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a hazy phantom began to condense in the air in front of Kuragan, gradually becoming clearer.

He was a middle-aged gentleman wearing a perfectly tailored dark gray tailcoat.

His hair was neatly combed, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, and had a gentle smile on his lips. He exuded a calm and refined temperament.

It seemed somewhat out of place in the atmosphere of this deep hell.

The middle-aged gentleman smiled gently and spoke in a magnetic voice:
“My dear Sir Khuragan, you must be in such a hurry to use the Astral Communication Stone to contact me, something wonderful must have happened.”

Kuragan looked at the seemingly harmless gentleman in front of him, but his face showed no sign of relaxation.

He spoke directly in a calm yet weighty tone:
"A woman claiming to be the favorite concubine of the Demon God's son appeared in my casino."

She immediately used a Soul Crystal Card, and judging from the information, the backer behind her was not an ordinary demon god.

It is highly likely that it is one of the seventy-two demons of King Solomon!

As soon as Kuragan finished speaking, the perfectly gentle smile on the middle-aged gentleman's face froze instantly.

The phantom even flickered due to the intense emotional fluctuations, becoming even more solid than before, as if it were about to break through the barriers of space and descend directly here.

He subconsciously adjusted his glasses, his voice tinged with barely concealed astonishment:

"Kuragan, are you sure you're not joking with me?"

"A direct descendant of King Solomon's seventy-two demons has appeared in your casino?"

Kuragan's tone remained calm, as if he were merely stating a trivial matter unrelated to himself:
"I am simply offering my own inferences based on the available intelligence."

This woman, who claims to be the favorite concubine of the son of the demon god, is a succubus.

Her looks and temperament are top-notch, even among succubi.

According to the assessment of my most professional informant, she is several levels above the succubus queen of the 'Seventh Desire'.

You should be very clear about what the existence of this level means.

She is currently staying at Villa No. 1 in the casino and will remain there for the next few days, planning to experience all the attractions.

If you don't trust my judgment, you are welcome to come and judge for yourself.

Furthermore, according to the intelligence I have obtained, the demon god's son behind this succubus lady is planning to launch a plane-level war.

The scale of this war was so large that it even involved the dragon race.

Her purpose in coming to Eternal Night City is most likely to procure the weapons and equipment needed for this war.

Upon hearing the words "plane war" and "dragons," the middle-aged gentleman's expression turned quite serious, and he said slowly:
"Okay, once things are settled, you will definitely get your share!"

Thank you!

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot, and the faint shimmer on the surface of the purple crystal gradually dimmed.

Silence returned to the office.

Kuragan leaned back alone in the wide chair, his expression becoming quite intriguing.

Son of the Demon God, Seventy-Two Demon Gods, Dimensional Wars, Dragons...

Is this world really about to descend into chaos?
His gaze fell upon the sky outside the window, shrouded in an eternal dark red, as if he could already see the bloodshed and endless opportunities that would sweep across all planes in the future.

……

Cohen and Grace's nearly extravagant spending and entertainment at the "Final Agreement" casino over three consecutive days were not in vain.

Their astonishing wealth and unfathomable background finally attracted the long-awaited "big fish".

After the third day of their trip, Flora, as always, respectfully escorted the two back to the luxurious and tranquil Villa No. 1.

However, this time she did not leave immediately after completing the guidance. Instead, she stood in front of the gate inlaid with hell gems, her face showing a hint of hesitation.

She called softly to Grace, who was about to step into the villa:

"Your Excellency Special Envoy, there is a small matter I would like to discuss with you, if that is convenient?"

Upon hearing this, Grace paused slightly, slowly turned around, and a subtle understanding flashed in her captivating eyes.

A perfectly timed, gentle smile bloomed on her face, and she said softly:

"Miss Flora, please don't be so reserved. Thanks to your thoughtful arrangements these past few days, we've had a wonderful time."

"Please feel free to tell me what's on your mind."

Grace's tone was very amiable, yet she still maintained that superior elegance.

Seeing Grace's amiable demeanor, Flora felt a little more at ease.

He carefully considered his words and spoke slowly:
"It is so, Your Excellency. We have a very important client in our casino who has always held the esteemed descendant of the Demon God in high esteem."

I deeply desire to establish a good and stable friendship with your husband, that noble son of the demon god.

Flora paused slightly, and seeing that Grace did not show any displeasure, she continued cautiously:
"Therefore, he specifically asked his subordinate to inquire whether it is possible to arrange a suitable time tomorrow."

"Should we arrange for him to meet with you and have a proper talk?"

After Flora finished speaking, she lowered her head deeply, waiting for Grace's response. Her heart was filled with nervousness and anticipation.

She knew that the message she was conveying at that moment could very well involve a groundbreaking deal, and also her own future and destiny.

Grace knew that the important client Flora mentioned was most likely the target of Cohen and her trip—the high-level broker who had direct access to the upper echelons of Forge City.

Following Cohen's instructions, she asked in a slow voice:
"Who is this client of yours?"

Flora was overjoyed to see that Grace had not directly refused, and quickly lowered her head even more respectfully in reply:
"This client is a 'Hidden Chain Demon' who enjoys a high reputation in Eternal Night City and even the entire Dis Layer Domain."

Upon hearing the words "Hidden Chain Demon," Cohen and Grace both breathed a sigh of relief. It was him!

Grace remained outwardly indifferent, and after a moment's thought, replied:
"He only has one hour tomorrow morning at nine o'clock."

He's allowed to come alone; he's not allowed to bring anyone else.

A hint of joy flashed across Flora's brow as she said:

"Yes, Your Excellency."

He will definitely arrive on time tomorrow.

After Flora left, Cohen's tone revealed a hint of excitement:
"The Hidden Chain Demon, who can have such a deep cooperative relationship with a casino of the 'Final Agreement' level throughout the entire Eternal Night, is absolutely unique among all the Hidden Chain Demons except Mephisto."

He is our target!

Grace frowned slightly and asked softly:

"This is the first time I've ever heard of the 'Hidden Chain Demon' branch of the demon race."

Is this Mephisto really that powerful?

Cohen nodded slowly and explained to Grace:

"Hidden Chain Demons are not an independent demon race; they are an extremely rare variant of the Chain Demons."

Unlike ordinary chain demons who only wield heavy iron chains to brutally bind and whip, hidden chain demons are higher-ranking, more cunning, and more dangerous beings among chain demons.

The chains on their bodies are invisible; they are soul shackles specifically designed to bind contracts and oaths, acting directly on the target's soul essence.

The Mephisto we'll be meeting tomorrow is an outstanding member of the Hidden Chain Demons, a master who has perfected the 'Way of Contracts'.

In the Eternal Night City and even throughout the entire Second Tier, he had a resounding title—'The Creditor'.

He possesses an almost innate ability to easily see through loopholes and hidden traps in any agreement or promise.

He is also a top-notch contract builder.

The contracts he drafted were practically perfect; he could always ensure the interests of the clients he represented to the greatest extent possible without violating the basic rules of the Nine Hells.

More importantly, he often holds the power to enforce penalties for breach of contract in any transaction he facilitates.

He can directly use invisible soul chains to inflict prolonged and agonizing torture on the souls of those who violate the rules, and even has the right to drag their souls away as compensation.

Finally, Cohen gave a summary, his tone extremely solemn:
"It can be said that Mephisto is a top-tier middleman in the entire Nine Hells plane."

His client list even includes figures of the caliber of rebellious demon lords and abyss lords.

In the Eternal Night City, in this Dis Realm, the name 'Mephisto' itself represents the highest standard of trust.

If you want him to do something, the price will naturally be extremely high.

But as long as you abide by the contract, you will be absolutely safe with him, and may even receive protection far exceeding your expectations.

Grace listened to Cohen's explanation and nodded thoughtfully.

……

Time seemed to pass exceptionally quickly in the Eternal Night City, a land without the alternation of day and night.

Before we knew it, the appointed time for our meeting the next day arrived.

At nine o'clock sharp, a knocking sound, neither too loud nor too soft, rang out precisely outside the heavy gate of Villa No. 1.

The knocking stopped abruptly after only three knocks. After a short wait, Flora's familiar, respectful voice came from outside the door:
"Sir, the client I mentioned to you yesterday has arrived on time and is waiting for your visit outside."

Inside the villa, Grace leaned lazily against a long couch covered with soft monster fur.

She didn't even get up, but merely raised her eyelids slightly to glance in the direction of the gate.

He spoke casually through the magical communication crystal set up by the door:

"Wait thirty minutes."

Despite this blatant breach of promise, Mephisto, the hidden chain demon following Flora, the middle-aged gentleman who had once appeared in the top-floor office of Kuragan, showed no impatience or displeasure whatsoever.

He maintained that gentle and composed smile, as if he had anticipated this move.

She even gently straightened her already meticulously arranged cuffs.

Thirty minutes passed slowly in silent waiting.

When the moment Grace had decreed finally arrived, the door to Villa Number One was slowly pushed open from the inside.

Having transformed back into his former burly, ferocious, berserker form, Cohen slowly walked out, standing like a thick wall blocking the doorway.

Her gaze swept over the two people outside the door, finally settling on the middle-aged gentleman behind Flora.

Mephisto was still wearing that spotless, perfectly tailored dark gray tailcoat.

It made his tall and slender figure appear even more elegant.

Her hair was neatly combed back, revealing a broad, smooth forehead.

What is most striking are his leaden gray eyes, which are exceptionally bright, as if they can see through people's hearts, yet they also carry a gentle light.

Judging from his appearance alone, this Hidden Chain Demon did not have the ferocious aura of an ordinary demon.

Instead, he resembles a well-mannered gentleman from a bustling metropolis in a prime material plane.

When Cohen's gaze fell on Mephisto's face, which was exactly the same as the one in his memories of his past life, he couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of disorientation.

But he quickly regained his composure and spoke in a deep, hoarse voice characteristic of berserkers:
"come in."

As Cohen carefully observed Mephisto, the Hidden Chain Demon was also discreetly sizing up the tall and burly "Berserker Demon" bodyguard in front of him.

Throughout his long career, those eyes have seen far too many different kinds of people.

From high-ranking hellish nobles to cunning and ruthless abyssal demons.

From ambitious human kings to street ruffians.

He encountered all kinds of professions and races; there were almost no types he hadn't met.

He had long since developed an almost instinctive ability to perceive things, enabling him to accurately judge someone's origin, background, strength, and even personality weaknesses from the most subtle gestures, expressions, clothing, and even the aura emanating from them.

However, this seemingly casual glance caused a hint of undisguised seriousness to flash deep within Mephisto's usually calm and composed eyes.

Thanks to the power of the demon god contained in the demon mask, Cohen exuded a pure and extremely rich aura of a high-level berserker demon bloodline.

That sense of oppression, originating from one's very bloodline, is so real that it cannot be faked.

While the strength level of the Gold Rank Peak is certainly remarkable, it is not particularly rare for the well-traveled Mephisto.

What truly terrified him was the incomparably pure and powerful aura emanating from the other party, as if it were the bloodline of a berserker demon that had been tempered and refined through countless trials.

This level of bloodline means that the potential and status of this "Berserker Demon" is definitely at the top level among its kind, and it may even be a direct descendant of a certain Berserker Demon royal family.

This powerful and noble berserker was willing to act as a bodyguard for a succubus.

The implied information stirred a ripple in Mephisto's heart.

He was almost certain that the succubus lady, who had yet to appear, was far more noble and terrifying than he had initially estimated.

Perhaps Kuragan's deduction was correct; her man may indeed have a direct blood relationship with the legendary Seventy-Two Demon Gods.

Mephisto quickly regained his composure, completely suppressing any possible negligence.

He had already elevated the importance of this meeting to an unprecedented level.

She straightened her collar slightly and followed Cohen into the villa with steady and elegant steps.

Passing through an exquisite archway, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before me.

We arrived at a living room that was decorated in an extremely luxurious way, yet exuded an eerie tranquility.

In the center of the living room, Grace was lounging lazily on a soft couch covered with dark red velvet.

Holding a cup of tea with a faint fragrance in his hand, he seemed to be casually savoring it.

This first glance was enough to confirm Mephisto's suspicions almost definitively.

When he first heard Kuragan describe it in the message, he only had a vague idea.

But now that he has seen Grace in person, he truly understands why Kuragan was so eager to summon him.

The beauty displayed by the succubus lady before me transcends the ordinary meaning of "beauty".

It was an ultimate existence that seemed to embody all the charm and nobility of the world.

Every inch of her skin, every glance, even her casually styled hair, exudes an innate air of nobility.

It is a majesty deeply rooted in one's blood and soul, which cannot be imitated later in life.

Even among the succubus nobles known for their beauty and charm, Grace definitely belongs to the very top tier.

Even with Mephisto's experience and background, he had to admit that she was absolutely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

And the only person who could make such a succubus, whose appearance, temperament, and bloodline were all of the highest caliber, willingly submit to him was the legendary son of the demon god. He couldn't think of any other possibility! (End of Chapter)