My queen is rebelling!

As soon as the Queen entered her bedchamber, she shed her solemn palace gown, instantly revealing her nation-toppling figure, making Cohen's heart leap.

Then, she reached out and slowly unfastened the clasp at her chest, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

Cohen couldn't take his eyes off her, and his mind began to wander uncontrollably.

Unfortunately, the Queen stopped halfway, leaving Cohen slightly disappointed.

She gathered her long hair, clasped her hands behind her, and unfastened a hidden clasp from her fair neck.

Then, she extracted a dark blue pendant from her abundant bosom, which looked similar in style to the "Eternal Heart" she had given Cohen before.

Queen Yadel signaled Cohen to come forward and fastened the pendant, still carrying her fragrance and warmth, onto the "Eternal Heart" she had previously given him.

Cohen's eyes involuntarily glanced at the Queen's chest through the disheveled clothes.

Feeling the Queen's strange gaze piercing him, he instantly focused his eyes on his nose, and his nose on his mouth.

Yadel re-buttoned her clothes, concealing the alluring scenery, and her clear, cold voice slowly rang in Cohen's ears:

"The previous 'Eternal Heart' only had defensive functions. This added pendant incorporates a conversion attack array.

It can store the absorbed attacks for counterattacks.

However, there is a limit to the number of uses, about three times or so.

I recently learned this array from the array notes you brought back.

You are going on a long journey, so I'll give this to you for self-defense."

Yadel's words stunned Cohen, and the amorous thoughts in his heart vanished.

How did this so-called conversion attack array sound so familiar?

That's right!

A flash of lightning crossed Cohen's mind!

Cohen's eyes flashed with excitement. He must find an opportunity to go to the "Cobalt Soul Academy."

It contained a vast collection of array inheritances, ancient documents, precious manuscripts, and diverse civilization inheritances, like a melting pot of knowledge.

Obtaining an admission invitation to the "Cobalt Soul Academy" for the Queen was imperative!

......

In a secret valley, an owl carrying a letter flew into an ancient castle academy. Dumbledore unfolded the letter. After reading the contents, he raised his eyebrows slightly. The wrinkles on his forehead seemed to become even deeper at this moment.

The letter came from Professor Galileo Galilei, the dean of the Northwest Continent Branch of the "Cobalt Soul Academy."

The content of the letter was actually a request for help, and the reason for the request made Dumbledore feel somewhat amused.

The little guy who could perform the "Summoning God" ritual, whom he had previously asked Galileo to pay attention to, had disappeared!

Initially, the "Lord of Shadows" exposed the secret profession of [Dragon Seal · Weapon Master] in Florence and held the "Summoning God" ritual.

In the end, he even tricked Mammon, the Lord of the Third Level of Hell, out of a dragon egg, triggering the Six Saints War.

The various events that happened to this mysterious young man aroused Dumbledore's interest.

His instruction to Galileo was to have the Northwest Continent Branch investigate the person's background and style and then issue an invitation if appropriate.

As a result, after half a year, Galileo hadn't even discovered the whereabouts of the "Lord of Shadows."

Since the end of the Emerald Lake War, this person had disappeared as if from thin air, and no trace could be found.

The letter also said that this was related to the countless followers who emerged after the "Lord of Shadows" became famous.

Many people were now imitating the "Lord of Shadows"'s dress and style, causing great interference to their investigation work.

In the past few months, they had identified dozens of people suspected of being the "Lord of Shadows," but all of them had been fruitless.

Unable to do anything, Galileo could only ask for help from the dean, Mr. Dumbledore.

Dumbledore muttered to himself: "The minor retreat hides in the wilderness, the major retreat hides in the city."

"Is this also within your plan?"

Dumbledore smiled, and his deep eyes suddenly shone with a strange light. His lips parted slightly, emitting an ethereal and distant sound, as if crossing the barrier of time and space, each note carrying a mysterious power.

The notes were obscure and difficult to understand, but they seemed to contain the mysteries of the universe.

As the spell was cast, a faint blue mist began to rise and roll in front of Dumbledore, gradually transforming into the outline of a young man.

Suddenly, a sharp blood-colored light slashed from the void, directly shattering the mist that had already vaguely formed an outline.

Dumbledore suddenly came back to his senses, and the strange light in his eyes went out, replaced by a strong sense of surprise.

——"Interesting little guy, I am now really curious, who are you!"

Dumbledore got up and came to a divination room. The surrounding candles flickered, and the light in the room was dim and hazy, as if shrouded in a layer of gauze.

In the center was a circular black stone table, the surface as smooth as a mirror, seemingly able to reflect the trajectory of fate.

In the corner stood a tall bookshelf, filled with ancient divination books and some auxiliary tools such as crystal balls and tarot cards, shimmering with a mysterious luster in the faint light.

Dumbledore came to the bookshelf and pulled out an ancient book.

Then, he sat on a peculiar chair, the armrests of which were carved with mysterious runes and astrological patterns.

He opened the book, the gold lettering on the spine already somewhat mottled, and gently turned the pages, his fingertips beginning to flash with a faint light, like a star about to dawn.

In an instant, magic surged in the divination room, and his white robe and silver hair danced with it.

As more and more pages were turned, some blurred light and shadows began to appear on the smooth tabletop, seemingly real and illusory, like scenes of the future trying to break through the shackles of time and space.

Dumbledore frowned, trying to capture the key information from the endless chaos.

The light and shadow gradually became clearer, but it was just a dark and deep picture. Then, there was a "crack" sound, and a faint crack appeared on the tabletop.

Dumbledore stopped casting the spell, stroked the crack on the tabletop with his large hand, and carefully savored the picture just now.

"The Lost Land"?

Is this where you are going?

Even the "Book of Prophecy," which can predict the movements of saints, cannot accurately capture your whereabouts. Who are you!

Dumbledore pondered for a long time, picked up a pen, and began to instruct Professor Galileo, the dean of the "Cobalt Soul Academy" branch in the Northwest Continent.

"Send someone to... It is best if you personally go to 'The Lost Land'. It is not necessary to be limited by his age, appearance, or even gender. As long as they have recently risen sharply in 'The Lost Land' and made a name for themselves, pay more attention..."

......

Cohen's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. A pair of towering peaks stood prominently above his vision.

Nafertis stopped massaging and said softly:

"Why did you wake up, sir?"

Feeling the softness behind his head, Cohen reluctantly got up from Nafertis's fair legs. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked towards the distant horizon.

Strange, just now the "Child of Mist" talent actually activated on its own.

Could it be that a high-level transcendent is divining me?

Asuna, who was driving, saw Cohen's head pop up and smiled mischievously, "How was your nap on Miss Nephthys' lap?"

Sir, you're delaying telling the Queen about your true condition. Could it be you're secretly trying to build a harem behind her back?"

Cohen regained his senses and chuckled, "If there were a female war god in my harem who could control dragons, that would be even better."

Asuna's cheeks flushed red, and she spat lightly before turning away.

Cohen glanced at Freya, whose face was slightly red, and sighed, "Don't listen to your sister Asuna's nonsense. She's just joking."

"Asuna, be careful what you say in the future. There are children present!"

Nephthys, behind him, wisely changed the subject, "Sister Asuna, where are we?"

Asuna replied, "We'll be at the place we agreed on with that Winged Elf in about half a day."

Cohen nodded slightly and said, "Perfect timing. I'll tell you about the 'Lost Lands'!"

The so-called 'Lost Lands' are the remains of the arcane empire that collapsed thousands of years ago.

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It stretches from the Miracle Sea in the far west of the continent to Dragon Valley in the far east, winding and twisting, almost traversing the entire continent.

It is filled with various disordered magic, surging magic tides, bizarre traps, and various mutated and corrupted magical beasts.

The greatest danger within is chaos and disorder.

This refers not to the chaos and disorder of creatures, but to the chaos and disorder of the land itself.

For a person to live in a place for a long time, they must at least ensure sufficient sunlight, a sustainable water source, and clean air.

For transcendents, a stable supply of magic is also required.

The danger of the 'Lost Lands' lies in the fact that most areas cannot stably provide these necessities.

In most areas of the 'Lost Lands', the following scene often occurs:

The life-sustaining water source can suddenly turn into a poison potent enough to kill transcendents.

The air instantly transforms into a bizarre and terrifying mist.

Stable and orderly magic instantly becomes a surging tide of magic.

Even the land beneath your feet can collapse and shatter without warning, turning into swamps and wetlands.

Even high-level transcendents cannot survive in such areas for long.

These chaotic and disorderly areas are called 'Wastelands'.

To live in the 'Lost Lands', a stable and safe foothold is essential.

In the vast 'Lost Lands', such stable footholds account for only one-tenth of all areas.

In contrast to the 'Wastelands', such areas are called 'Order Fortresses'.

These are lands where generations of 'Lost Lands' inhabitants have found the 'Seeds of Order' and improved the 'Wastelands'.

They are divided into three levels according to size: 'Order Oasis', 'Order City-State', and 'Order Floating Island'.

Therefore, the major forces in the 'Lost Lands' are also divided into Oasis forces, City-State forces, Floating Island forces, and insignificant forces.

The five largest 'Order Oases' are firmly controlled by the five major Oasis forces of the 'Lost Lands'.

The five major Oasis forces are:

The 'Twilight Realm', established by the Blood Clan, is based in 'Twilight Continent'. The supreme ruler is called the 'Blood Lord', a mid-Legendary [Blood Elder].

The 'Wolf Raider Gang', gathered by werewolves, is based in 'Night Moon Continent'. The supreme ruler is called the 'Wolf Lord', a high-Legendary [Demon Hunter].

The 'Touch of Black Magic', organized by black magic cults, is based in 'Chaos Demon Continent'. The supreme ruler is codenamed 'Demon Lord', a high-Legendary [Warlock].

The 'Alchemical School', established by evil transcendents and modified lifeforms, is based in 'Mechanical Continent'. The supreme ruler is codenamed 'Alchemical Baron', a mid-Legendary [Mechanical Warrior].

Finally, there are the Sequence Holders who advanced by relying on magic potions, who formed an organization called 'Paradise of Life', based in 'Mystic Continent'. The supreme ruler is codenamed 'Lord of Sequences', a low-Legendary [Curse Witch].

These five major forces usually govern themselves, but once external forces try to interfere with the order of the 'Lost Lands', they will be jointly resisted.

The home-field advantage of the 'Lost Lands' plus the five Legends means that even a Saint would not gain any advantage.

The alliance of the five major forces is also regarded as the official representative of the 'Lost Lands', jointly establishing basic rules.

Even the most powerful human empire must abide by these rules when entering the 'Lost Lands'.

There are two basic rules here:

The first rule: Anyone above the Legendary rank entering the 'Lost Lands' must report to the five major forces and cannot act arbitrarily.

This is mainly because Legendary rank individuals generally use the power of rules when acting, which will lead to further chaos and disorder in the 'Lost Lands'.

There has been a painful lesson in this regard. Once, a Legendary powerhouse fought fiercely in the 'Lost Lands', eventually causing an 'Order Floating Island' to collapse and return to a 'Wasteland'.

The second rule: All 'Order Fortresses' require a fee to enter, unless you are willing to stay in the disordered 'Wastelands' forever, otherwise you must pay a monthly usage fee. In addition, any force with more than fifty people entering the 'Lost Lands' must enter through 'Reception City' and have a reception certificate from a force in the 'Lost Lands'.

As the 'Lost Lands' has developed to the present, there are thousands of forces of varying sizes. Even the smallest 'Order Floating Island' has several different forces.

As long as you spend some money, a reception certificate is still easy to obtain.

Apart from this, there are no rules or laws.

Here, the fist is the greatest rule.

Ethics, morality, and law are purely superfluous to the 'Lost Lands'.

Whoever has the bigger fist can control enough 'Order Fortresses', develop forces, recruit manpower, and obtain power, money, and beauty.

As for the so-called identity, status, and race of the outside world, they are all invalid here.

The strange rules of the 'Lost Lands' mean that even a Saint cannot fully exert their power within.

It is truly another world.

The three girls listened with great interest.

Asuna, who came from a small noble family and had rarely been exposed to the dark side of society, couldn't help but sigh.

She was surprised that there was such an inconceivable existence in the human world.

Cohen shook his head and said,

"The 'Lost Lands' is not considered part of the human world. You can think of it as another hell.

The only difference is that it has no plane barrier, and you can come and go freely."

Freya raised her hand and asked,

"Sir, among so many 'Order Oases', where are we going to settle down?"

Asuna directly said,

"I know, it must be the 'Mystic Continent' where the 'Paradise of Life', which relies on taking magic potions to advance to transcendence, is located!"

Freya weakly asked,

"Why?"

Asuna snorted lightly,

"Is that even a question? The 'Curse Witch' sounds like a woman, and witches are generally very beautiful.

It suits Sir's taste."

Cohen's face became a little strained, his mouth slightly open. Looking at the strange gazes of the three beauties, one big and two small, he replied dryly,

"Asuna actually guessed right. Our destination is indeed the 'Mystic Continent' of the 'Curse Witch'!"