My queen is rebelling!

The enormous arena fell into an eerie silence, like a volcano about to erupt.

Then, as if nearing the point of explosion, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from all directions.

The sound was like a surging wave, one wave after another, converging into a powerful torrent, almost overturning the entire Florence:

Too arrogant!

Too inhuman!

Too blatant!

How dare he?

The first two matches at least had some fighting, but this third match you don't even fight, you just bring out a rose and admit defeat?

Anyone who didn't know would think the dignified "Black Rose" was here chasing after a man!

Who are you trying to fool?

On the podium, Raymond's eyes revealed a stern coldness as he stared at the host, the sudden change making him suspect whether his capable subordinate had been playing tricks behind his back!

The host felt his throat was about to catch fire, each breath feeling like swallowing scalding air, as he trembled:

"Boss, I swear to the gods, this person was definitely not arranged by me, I'm seeing him for the first time too!

I really don't know why Nephthys would suddenly admit defeat, this kid… this kid is definitely strange!"

The host was almost crying.

Raymond's face was gloomy, and after a few seconds of silence, he moved his gaze away.

Indeed, the host wouldn't be so foolish as to joke with his own future.

But all this still happened before his eyes, so what exactly was going on?

These people were Raymond's biggest headache. Those dignitaries didn't care about the small bets, but they couldn't be made fools of without knowing why.

For nobles, face and dignity are more important than anything else.

On the stage, Cohen was also stunned by Nephthys's decisive admission of defeat.

He didn't expect the other party to directly admit defeat. At least they should have fought a round first.

This little girl, isn't she pushing me onto the edge of a knife by doing this?

Now, not to mention the audience in the arena, even he himself almost felt like he was in a fixed match.

Cohen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What was all this? I just wanted to quietly earn some experience points to level up, how did it suddenly develop to this point?

In a box on the second floor, a young nobleman held a delicate wine glass, his eyes filled with arrogance and contempt. His hairstyle was carefully styled, and he wore a gem-encrusted sword at his waist, accompanied by two charming maids.

He was very disdainful of Cohen being able to create such a big stir:

"A mere Bronze Tier One, is he even worth so much attention? The people of Florence are really getting worse and worse!"

A male servant standing beside him replied:

"A group of idle people with nothing to do, just looking for some excitement."

The young nobleman looked at Nephthys leaving the stage, his eyes burning:

"But that Nephthys is a top-quality woman, I wonder if I can get my hands on her."

The male servant's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said:

"Second Young Master, I heard that this woman has some connection with the Battle Temple, so it's best not to cause trouble… We're here this time to get the 'Elven Sacred Fruit' for the Eldest Young Master, so it's better to keep a low profile."

This young nobleman was actually Sandro Gunter, the second son of the Duke of Effie in the Southern Territory.

A flash of resentment flashed in Sandro's eyes:

"My eldest brother is really lucky, even with a broken arm, someone is sending him the 'Elven Sacred Fruit'. Why didn't the Queen just kill him directly?"

The male servant's mouth twitched subtly, and he changed the subject: "Second Young Master, look quickly, the people from the arena can't sit still anymore."

In the long box in the VIP area on the first floor, Isabella's eyes curved into two crescent moons, and the entire box became brighter because of her smile.

Mr. Modo's expression froze, and his tone was uncertain:

"This kid couldn't have really bribed the prospective saintess of the Battle Temple, could he?"

As the Northwest Regional Inspector of the "Pale Wings", his intelligence was naturally very timely, and he knew the true identity of this Nephthys.

But the more he knew, the more he didn't understand.

Isabella suppressed her smile and parted her lips slightly:

"I wouldn't be surprised if he said the prospective saintess was his woman right now. This man has too many secrets, it really makes people want to strip him bare and see clearly."

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"Hmm? Raymond is personally entering the arena. Miss, should we take action? After all, we still have cooperation with him." Mr. Modo looked at Raymond entering the arena and asked in a low voice.

Isabella shook her head: "Don't rush, let's see what they have to say first!"

On the stage, Raymond came to Cohen, his eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous aura, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

Cohen's eyes were as still as a deep pool, without the slightest ripple, his aura not falling behind.

Cohen's calmness surprised Raymond slightly. He relaxed his aura and slowly opened his mouth:

"There's no point in saying anything else now. This seat doesn't care how you did it. Now you have to find a way to quell the incident, otherwise, even if I let you go, the audience here won't let you go. There are some people on the first floor that even I can't afford to offend!"

Cohen pondered for a moment and chuckled:

"I want to say something."

Raymond signaled with his eyes, and a staff member in a robe not far away waved his staff and cast an amplification spell on Cohen.

Then, his whole body exuded an aura, and the pressure of the Legendary rank spread out like a surging wave, the powerful aura seeming to distort the surrounding air, making people feel suffocated.

The arena instantly quieted down.

Cohen secretly curled his lips. Why is he, the protagonist, so miserable? He's only recovered his memory for a few days, and he's running into Legendary ranks all the time. Why not let me kill a few low-level ones first to gain some experience?

Cohen looked around at the excited audience in the arena and said lightly:

"I signed up for ten matches today, and I've already fought three, with seven more to go.

Seeing this posture, you don't want the officials to arrange it, so let's just do this. Anyone here who is Tier One can come down and personally test whether my three-game winning streak was obtained by cheating, how about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the sound in the arena became much smaller.

Raymond's eyes flickered slightly. This was a good idea. You don't trust us, do you? Then you come yourselves, whoever has confidence can come up.