My queen is rebelling!

Chapter 135: Massage Master - Cohen Corleone!

In the spacious reception room, Windsor Della lay comfortably on the soft sofa, her silky smooth silver hair draped casually behind her.

Two mounds of fullness pressed beneath her, like marshmallows wrapped in tenderness.

Rounded curves were imprinted at the edges, rising and falling slowly with Windsor Della's gentle breathing, like faint ripples on a calm lake.

Cohen took a deep breath and placed his hands on Windsor Della's shoulders, his fingers like nimble elves, first pressing with a gentle force, each press as if awakening tired cells within the body.

Starting from her fair neck, he moved slowly along the graceful lines of her shoulders, his hands skillfully kneading Windsor Della's muscles, causing her to hum a comfortable sigh:

"Eh, I didn't expect that Commander also has this skill. How about coming back to the Elf race with me, Miss, and becoming a full-time masseur?"

Cohen's hands gently pressed on Windsor Della's slender and firm waist, from both sides of the spine to the depressions of her waist, like playing a soothing human symphony.

Hearing Windsor Della's words, Cohen chuckled:

"Then you have to be mentally prepared. I am very expensive. Are you sure you can afford the cost?"

Before Windsor Della could answer, Grace, who was brewing black tea not far away, interjected:

"My lady can afford it. Come, come and massage me. If you serve me comfortably, I will give you a big red envelope."

Cohen's face darkened. Just as he was about to tease her, a tremor came from the depths of his soul.

Cohen stopped his movements, and Windsor Della thought Cohen was really going to massage Grace.

Turning around, her chest bounced "poof".

Her face was cold and she was about to get angry, but she found that Cohen looked thoughtful.

She quickly thought of something, restrained her expression, and asked:

"Did someone sign a contract?

So fast, who is it?"

Go and come back quickly. After being tired all night, you have to massage me well."

Grace came over with black tea and teased:

"Miss Windsor Della, you are a bit double standard. Compared to your desire for beautiful women, this person behind you seems to be no less.

Someone's gaze was almost stuck on her chest just now and couldn't be pulled out."

Cohen unceremoniously snatched Grace's black tea, his naked gaze undisguisedly swept over Grace's face, fullness, plump hips, beautiful legs, and jade feet, and snorted coldly:

"If you slander the leader like this again, next time I will covet you first!"

… …

Chaotic and disordered secondary plane.

After Cohen left, several people quickly took the contract and looked at the conditions on it, only feeling dizzy.

Bishop Ino Philkeus rebuked angrily:

"Damn it, this kid is treating us like slaves!

Once this contract is signed, won't we become his slaves!"

The contract conditions for several people are exactly the same, and they are very simple, with only one condition:

Unconditionally obey the contractor's orders, and must not violate, damage, or betray the contractor, otherwise, you will be cursed to death by blood and soul.

The contract period is fifty years.

There is also a note below:

In principle, the contractor's orders will not threaten the bottom line and dignity of the contracted person.

After reading the contents of the contract, Manager Morrow calmly analyzed:

"Can a contract alone have such a great binding force?

Also, a bloodline soul curse?

How can it be so mysterious? I think this kid is deliberately scaring us.

Why don't we pretend to sign it first, and then find someone to dissolve this contract after we go out."

However, soon, the words of veteran intelligence officer Ryder Gallo poured cold water on Manager Morrow:

"If I'm not mistaken… this should be the soul contract of the ancient elves!

Unless you can find an ancient elf of the Saint rank, no one can untie it!"

Ancient elves?

This thing has been extinct for tens of thousands of years, and it still needs to be a Saint rank, where can I find it!

Several people were struck by a blow to the head and fell into despair and panic.

"Let's run first, the Creeping Fiends are killing us again."

Everyone sighed and used their remaining magic power to devote themselves to a new round of escape.

Time passed quickly, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

Except for the seventh-order veteran intelligence officer Ryder Gallo who still had some magic power left, everyone else's magic power had long been exhausted.

They were all relying on their respective "Silver Bodies" to support them. If this continues, let alone the pursuit of the "Nether Creeping Fiends", the harsh living environment of the secondary plane alone would be enough to kill them.

Finally, Dempo Neilson, who was the timidest and had the weakest willpower, couldn't hold on anymore. He gasped and said:

"Damn it, I'm not serving anymore. Isn't it just being a dog for fifty years?

It's better than watching myself being eaten by these disgusting bugs!

I won't accompany you, I still have so many beautiful women waiting for me!"

After saying that, without waiting for the others to speak, he bit his finger and pressed his handprint on the contract.

At the moment of pressing the handprint, a vortex appeared and sucked Dempo Neilson in.

Seeing someone running away in advance, the "investors'" line of defense began to collapse.

There are many kinds of death.

These people may not be afraid of instant death, but watching a group of bugs eat them alive is a method of death that no one wants to experience.

At this time, the last note of Cohen's contract, "In principle, the contractor's orders will not threaten the bottom line and dignity of the contracted person," played a significant role.

This clause brought the "investors'" psychological defense line one step closer to collapse.

If it does not violate the bottom line and dignity, it is barely acceptable.

Soon, Presto Solari, the oldest, smiled bitterly, bit his finger, smiled apologetically at everyone, and mocked himself:

"I thought my willpower was tempered and I had transcended the fear of death.

But when faced with a life-and-death choice, the instinct to survive still overwhelmed everything.

I'm sorry everyone, the Solari family has been able to survive from the beginning of the 'Lost Land' until now because of a flexible bottom line.

I'll take a step first."

Presto Solari pressed his bloody handprint, and another vortex took away this oldest "investor."

The only Gold rank, veteran intelligence officer Ryder Gallo stopped his escape and sighed softly:

"I haven't made a mistake in my decades of espionage. I thought about retiring and making some extra money, but I ended up planting myself in it.

Third, it's not too embarrassing.

Everyone, I am different from your young masters and princes who have been living in luxury since childhood.

Since I was a child, my head has been tied to my belt.

It's not easy to live a few days of wealth and stability, but I don't want to be eaten by a group of beasts so uselessly. I'm sorry."

Biting finger, pressing handprint, vortex appearing, leaving.

Smooth and clean.

Only Manager Morrow, Bishop Ino Philkeus, and Lyman Taiwo were left.

The three looked at each other, and Lyman Taiwo sighed and said:

"Forget it, being with someone who can freely enter and exit the Shadow Plane for fifty years is not a disgrace to the Taiwo family.

I'm still young, so I won't accompany you two."

Only two people left.

Manager Morrow's face was gloomy, and he said to Bishop Ino Philkeus:

"Are you willing?

You have been successful for most of your life, but in the end, you have to listen to a young boy's beck and call!"

Bishop Ino Philkeus looked at the Creeping Fiends that were surrounding the two like a tide, and finally couldn't overcome the fear in his heart.

Without saying hello to Manager Morrow, he directly cut his palm and pressed his handprint.

Morrow's face was full of regret and resentment. He didn't expect that he would fall to this point!

With five people gone, there was no point in insisting here alone.

It was just a waste of life.

He looked back at the whole thing and finally realized that Cohen never intended to follow the rules from the beginning.

The Executive Government meeting during the day was to lure these people out!

In the end, they had been going smoothly all the time and were too confident.

They felt that this was the "Lost Land" and the strongest was only the Legendary rank.

And with the life-saving tools on their bodies, even if the "Sequence Lord" came in person, they couldn't do anything to them.

They never expected that Cohen would have a secondary plane and could also take away the magic equipment on their bodies.

A single mistake will cause eternal regret!

Morrow sighed deeply, cut his finger, and disappeared into the chaotic and disordered secondary plane.

… …

In the side hall conference room, Cohen looked at the embarrassed "investor" six-person group like observing animals.

When Morrow finally appeared in the conference room, the people were speechless, each tidying up their messy clothes, maintaining their last dignity.

The two sides met again, but their moods were very different from before, which can be said to be earth-shaking.

Seeing Cohen coming, Morrow still took the lead and said:

"We admit defeat. The contract has been signed. What should we do next? Please draw a line, Mr. Commander!"

Cohen smiled lightly:

"Just complete it according to the conditions I said before.

You provide me with the resources that the city-state lacks, and I will also pay you reasonable remuneration, so I won't make it difficult for you.

After all, we have to cooperate for a long time, and I don't want you to be noticed by the family or organization behind you.

A soul contract engraved with ancient elf runes is very rare. I don't want to waste it for nothing."

Although Cohen's words were a bit bastard, they still made the expressions on the faces of the six people look much better.

As long as they are not forced to dig into the corners of their behind-the-scenes forces, it is barely acceptable.

It just means that they can't use resources to divide the power of the "Plowman City-State" as before.

Manager Morrow said:

"The logistics line of 'Unicorn Merchant' can be used by you, but I can't decide to draw a separate one and let an outsider like you take control of it."

Cohen nodded:

"I understand, you just need to help me contact the person who can make the decision, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

A look of astonishment appeared on Manager Morrow's face. This kid actually thought that he could negotiate a logistics line with "Unicorn Merchant" on his own?

Since he was willing to do so, Morrow was also happy to see it happen. As long as he wasn't forced to handle this matter himself, everything was negotiable.

Seeing Cohen being unexpectedly agreeable, Bishop Ino Fielkes also spoke up:

"Everything else is easy to discuss, but this soul agreement... is a bit difficult. This is a rule set by our church, and I am just a bishop, so it's not good for me to violate it..."

Cohen's tone suddenly became stern:

"Bishop, don't try to play games with me. If I remember correctly,

the 'Fallen Church' doesn't have any transcendents who are skilled in soul contracts. The soul contracts you signed with those farmers and slaves were all done secretly with the 'Touch of Black Magic,' behind the church's back, right?"

As soon as these words came out, not only did Bishop Ino Fielkes's face change drastically, but even the other "investors" beside him couldn't help but cast surprised glances at him.

Bishop Ino Fielkes's old face immediately flushed red, and he stammered:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have that ability. Don't slander me out of thin air..."

Cohen casually uttered a sentence, ruthlessly striking Bishop Ino Fielkes a heavy blow:

"Providing Professor Hega of the 'Touch of Black Magic' with five hundred slaves every year for experiments, in exchange for five thousand 'Slave Soul Contracts'?"

That's how you guys trade, right?"

Bishop Ino Fielkes suddenly turned pale. Having his inner secrets exposed so openly, he wished he could find a hole to escape into.

The five people beside him cast strange and surprised glances, clearly surprised that Bishop Ino Fielkes actually had secret dealings with the Touch of Black Magic from the Chaos Demon Continent.

Manager Morrow glanced at Bishop Ino Fielkes and asked casually:

"The previous Ivan Petrov, who was flirting with the Chaos Demon Continent, even had the Demon Lord's most trusted 'Performer' sent over. Could that have been facilitated by you as well?"

Bishop Ino Fielkes immediately shook his head and said:

"My relationship with Professor Hega is a personal one. Neither I nor the 'Fallen Church' have any connection with the 'Chaos Demon Continent' or the 'Touch of Black Magic'!"

Cohen coldly interrupted:

"Alright, Bishop. This is the first time, so I won't say much. If you're not honest again in the future, don't blame me for not giving you any face!"

After speaking, he looked at the other four people.

Lyman Taiwo, Prechito Solari, and Damp Nielsen all had no objections.

It was nothing more than providing some money, weapons and equipment, and engineering construction teams, all of which were within their authority.

Although what Cohen needed far exceeded what a low-level city-state required, compared to the entire Lost Land, these things were not worth their attention.

The only one who hesitated was the veteran intelligence officer, Ryder Gallo.

Cohen said to Ryder:

"After the City Lord's Mansion is established, I will set up a secret department—the General Bureau of External Security.

It will be responsible for collecting, analyzing, and evaluating political, economic, and military intelligence of the Lost Land, providing intelligence support for the city-state's security and decision-making.

I hope you can serve as the Deputy Director of the Security Bureau.

As for the remuneration, one-tenth of the city-state's profits is unrealistic. How about this, you are currently at the seventh level, and I promise you that I will help you advance to the ninth level within ten years. What do you think?"

Astonishment surged on Ryder Gallo's face, and the others had similar expressions.

Once one reaches the Gold Rank, it can be said that every step is like ascending to heaven. Each advancement in level requires a huge price and resources, and even a bit of luck.

Under normal circumstances, advancing one level in ten years is considered fast.

The other party actually boasted that he could guarantee that Ryder Gallo, who was only at the seventh level, could reach the ninth level within ten years, which was truly unbelievable.

There are indeed geniuses in this world who cultivate and level up as easily as eating and drinking, such as Queen Ephyin Adair Angrian, who was a half-step legend at the age of twenty-six, and the peerless female Emperor Xenith Klein.

But these are all figures high in the sky. If Ryder Gallo had such talent, he wouldn't still be struggling at the seventh level at over forty years old.

Moreover, Ryder Gallo's failure to break through has not had much to do with him personally.

He had already broken through to the Gold Rank when he was in his early thirties. The reason why he has been stuck at the seventh level is due to special reasons.

Cohen's promise was naturally to combine grace and power, and also to show the six-member "investor" team his strength.

Relying solely on a contract can only restrain them from betraying, but it cannot prevent them from being lazy and shirking their responsibilities when working for him.

Therefore, he must make them understand that following him is a worthwhile thing.

Facing the questioning gazes of the six people, Cohen said calmly:

"Ryder Gallo, your occupation is Monk, right?"

Ryder Gallo nodded.

Cohen continued:

"There are three schools of Monks on the continent... including those in your Lost Land—the Free Fighting Sect, the Shadow Sect, and the Four Symbols Sect.

But the Monk you're affiliated with doesn't belong to these three schools. Am I right?"

Ryder Gallo expressed his appreciation for Cohen's erudition and nodded slowly:

"I'm starting to believe that you're not just talking nonsense. That's right, the Monk I'm affiliated with is indeed not one of the three common schools on the continent."

Cohen then said:

"It's a school that has already been destroyed, an ancient Monk sect—the Eternal Death Sect!

Right?!"

Ryder Gallo's eyes widened, and a stormy sea surged in his heart. He was truly shocked by Cohen's words.

Not to mention that many outsiders know very little about the classification of Monk schools, even some transcendents who are Monks are not very familiar with some ancient sects.

The other party had only seen him take action a few times, yet he was able to quickly determine his transcendent occupation and accurately say the name of the school he belonged to, which was truly incredible.

Especially the Eternal Death Sect, a martial arts sect that had been destroyed for tens of thousands of years, hardly anyone knew its name.

Ryder Gallo had also accidentally obtained several cultivation manuals related to the Eternal Death Sect when he was exploring in his youth, which allowed him to advance to Monk.

But after he cultivated to the Gold Rank, he couldn't find any subsequent manuals.

He used his professional advantages to search for information about the Eternal Death Sect everywhere, but he didn't get anything of value, and only pinned his hopes on the Cobalt Soul Academy.

But he didn't expect that Cohen would be able to call out the name of this sect in one breath, which made him feel very surprised and a burst of joy.

The others didn't feel anything about this, but seeing the usually calm veteran intelligence officer showing such an expression, they also realized that Cohen might have said something amazing.

Ryder Gallo quickly asked:

"Do you also know about the Eternal Death Sect?"

Cohen's tone was steady and forceful, and his speech was neither hurried nor slow:

"The monks of the Eternal Death Sect are obsessed with analyzing the structure and meaning of death.

In ancient times, they captured various animals, and then recorded and understood the moment of their death.

They used this knowledge to guide their martial arts, thereby creating a deadly fighting style.

But later, they were no longer satisfied with ordinary animals, but turned to capturing slaves, civilians, and even transcendents.

In the end, because they caused public resentment, they were jointly destroyed by the ancient forces."

Ryder Gallo listened and nodded frequently, and the expression on his always stiff face became very vivid, which made the other "investors" who knew the former very well marvel.

It turned out that this poker face could also make such rich expressions.

Ryder Gallo exclaimed:

"Is Sir Commander a member of the 'Cobalt Soul Academy'?"

I thought that besides me, only the 'Cobalt Soul Academy' had a backup of this knowledge?"

The excited Ryder Gallo even unconsciously changed his address.

Cohen shook his head and said:

"I have nothing to do with the 'Cobalt Soul Academy'. The reason why I am sure that you can reach the ninth level within ten years.

Is because in addition to this useless history, I also have two manuals in my possession."

Hearing this, Ryder Gallo's breathing stagnated, his heart almost stopped beating, and he looked at Cohen eagerly with eager eyes.

Cohen's lips parted slightly, and he said the two names he had in mind:

"Mr. Ryder Gallo, the two manuals I have are what you have been searching for but could not obtain—'Grasping Life and Death' and 'Touch of Eternal Slumber'!"

Hearing the answer in his heart, Ryder Gallo's breathing suddenly became rapid, his chest heaved violently, and a fanatical light floated in his eyes, a light mixed with uncontrollable excitement and deep awe.

His voice was hoarse with excitement, and he bowed humbly and respectfully:

"Sir, I am willing to obey all your arrangements!

As long as... I only need a complete 'Grasping Life and Death' manual!"

His voice was firm and sincere, and every word seemed to be a vow from the depths of his soul.

"Mantra of Rebirth", "Reaping Scythe", "Grasping Life and Death", "Touch of Eternal Slumber".

These are the four manuals for the Eternal Death Sect Monks to cultivate from the Bronze Rank to the Legendary Rank.

Ryder Gallo couldn't go any further in the Gold Rank because the "Grasping Life and Death" manual he obtained was an incomplete version.

As for the Legendary Rank's "Touch of Eternal Slumber", he didn't even dare to think about it.

It's no wonder that Ryder Gallo was so excited and lost his composure. In the transcendent world, all great power belongs to oneself.

The improvement of the transcendent level and the strength of oneself are the foundation, as for power and wealth, they all serve this goal.

The manual that he had been searching for for more than ten years without any news actually appeared in front of him, and Ryder Gallo couldn't help but lose his composure.

Cohen smiled faintly:

"Then, Mr. Deputy Director, you can officially take office at the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow!"

Ryder Gallo said solemnly:

"Okay, sir!"

The other "investors" watched the veteran intelligence officer, who was the most difficult to communicate with in the team, suddenly make such a move, and they were very surprised. Their eyes met, and they fell into contemplation.