My queen is rebelling!

In a simple, three-story private room, a pair of shrewd and lively eyes darted around, their gaze fixed on Cohen. If Cohen were here, he would surely recognize the man as the scroll merchant previously in charge of the Pale Wings' hidden outpost.

After observing for a long time, he finally confirmed certain things.

He took out a magical communication stone from his pocket and reported the situation inside the arena in detail to Mr. Modo on the other end.

Upon receiving the message, Mr. Modo immediately put aside all his work and secretly arrived at a small villa in the affluent district of Florence.

After listening to the report, Isabella's eyebrows rose slightly, her eyes sparkled, and her exquisite face revealed a look of great interest:

"'Lord of Shadows'? How chuuni. Hmm, he's a Tier 1? Just broke through?"

Mr. Modo replied:

"The arena's testing pillars are generally accurate, so it seems Miss's intuition was correct. He wasn't extraordinary before, and he probably only broke through in the last couple of days."

"Just broke through and can easily take down a Wanderer and an experienced Barbarian? That's really surprising. Can you tell what his extraordinary profession is?"

"He hardly made a move; both wins were inexplicable, which is why so many people on-site aren't buying it."

Isabella couldn't help but curl her lips upward and then asked:

"What did Raymond say?"

Raymond is the head of the Florence branch of the Extraordinary Arena, the low-key middle-aged man beside the host.

"No news has come back yet… Oh? Here it is."

The communication stone in his hand trembled slightly, and the scroll merchant sent the latest message:

"Raymond announced that he did not violate the rules, and the competition will continue. However, he revealed a piece of information: this mysterious 'Lord of Shadows' directly signed up for ten matches when he registered, which means he still has eight matches to fight!"

Isabella's big eyes, like two pools of clear spring water, lit up instantly, and the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily:

"Arrange it, I want to go to the arena!"

… …

Experience Points: 10 / 300.

Cohen returned to the stands, his expression calm and relaxed beneath the silver mask. The surrounding noisy discussions were just insignificant background noise, not affecting his inner peace in the slightest.

Most of the audience at this time no longer had the mind to pay attention to the matches in progress. After Raymond, the head of the arena, revealed that Cohen still had eight matches to fight, almost everyone was now looking forward to Cohen's next appearance.

To see when this kid will finally reveal his true colors!

As everyone expected, the words "Lord of Shadows" quickly reappeared on the screen.

After another five matches, facing the obviously manipulated match order, Cohen wasn't surprised. His performance in the first two matches was indeed a bit incomprehensible, and it was understandable that the arena people wanted to find out his details.

Hopefully, this time will allow him to feel some pressure.

Raymond noticed the name on the screen, looked back at the host, and was a little displeased:

"Why was this woman arranged?"

The host wiped his sweat:

"People on the first two levels had some opinions, saying they wanted to find someone really powerful to test this kid's true strength. There are too few Tier 1s who meet the conditions present today, so we had to let her go up first."

Raymond nodded slightly: "Alright, tell her to be careful and hold back, no deaths."

The host nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll remind her in a moment."

Before long, it was Cohen's turn to compete again.

This time, the eyes of the entire audience, including those in the boxes on the first few levels, were almost all focused on this mysterious young noble.

Cohen looked at his opponent in the third match, a woman who elicited cheers as soon as she entered the arena.

The woman wore a black dress as deep as ink, her face half-hidden by a black veil, revealing only a pair of bright, star-like eyes, so deep that they seemed to absorb all the light in the world.

The woman suddenly winked at Cohen.

Cohen suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, then his body shook slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

[Mind Mage]!

Focusing on soul power, Cohen glanced at the badge on the other party's chest, four red stars, no black stars!

Four consecutive victories, truly a tricky existence!

The black-clad woman made a soft exclamation; Cohen's performance surprised her slightly.

The host's voice rang out:

"Alright, I believe everyone is also looking forward to this match. On one side is the 'Lord of Shadows,' who has just entered the competition and has already achieved two consecutive victories. On the other side, I believe everyone is even more familiar with, Ms. Nephthys, nicknamed 'Black Succubus,' who has won all four matches since entering the competition! Let us look forward to this clash from the shadows together!"

Night Rose?

A strange color appeared on Cohen's face. It was actually this move!

He became extremely interested in the other party's identity. To use this skill and be a Mind Mage, it seemed that only people from that family would do so.

"Night Rose"—an ancient warlock family that was jointly destroyed by the five empires because their research into forbidden spells caused irreversible consequences!

Tsk tsk, such pure Night Rose aura, it is estimated that the other party is also a direct descendant.

Cohen suddenly had an idea. Mind Mages were the partners that all players in the previous life's game dreamed of.

In addition to being able to establish mental channels in the team for rapid and direct communication, they could also stabilize morale and reduce deserters in large-scale battles, making them comparable to a "political commissar."

The role played by a Mind Mage is definitely worth an army!

Thinking this way, Cohen simply didn't make a move, watching this enchanting "Black Rose" fly towards him.

The black rose flew in front of Cohen, and Cohen held it up. The rose released an enchanting and charming aura, and then black threads spread from the root, quickly wrapping around Cohen's heart along his arm.

Cohen felt his breathing suddenly become rapid, his heartbeat like a drum, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, his consciousness about to fall into the abyss.

So powerful, the other party's will attribute is definitely far higher than his own.

Taking a deep breath, Cohen silently recited in his heart:

"Miss Nephthys Robben, I believe you can hear my thoughts. I think we can have a good talk."

Hearing the voice, Nephthys' pupils contracted sharply, and her fair face immediately lost its color, becoming as pale as paper.

Robben!

How did he know her surname was Robben!

Nephthys' body was as stiff as if she had been petrified, frozen in place.

Why did he know her real name? Could it be that she had already been exposed!

The biggest secret in her heart was revealed by a strange man, and she seemed to have been stripped of her soul, leaving only a shell filled with shock.

"You… who are you!"

The voice is surprisingly tender and pleasant, it seems that she is not very old, and also, with such a life-threatening secret being exposed, instead of thinking about killing someone to silence them, she doesn't seem very mature.

Cohen's tone was gentle, and he replied in his heart:

"Don't worry, Miss Robben, I have no malice towards 'Night Rose.' On the contrary, I can also provide you with some help, such as… the whereabouts of the [Black Rose Key]."

Hearing these words, Nephthys' eyes were like dazzling stars suddenly blooming in the night sky, unable to suppress the joy, she waved her jade-like hand and retrieved the rose.

Then a clear voice, with the help of the sound amplification magic circle next to her, resounded throughout the arena:

"I admit defeat!"

Cohen: "…"

Audience: "…"