My queen is rebelling!

Hearing the specific details of the proposal, many ministers showed expressions of indignation and anger.

Hypocritical!

Sophistry!

Outrageous!

What strengthening security exchanges and responding to the mainland situation, utter nonsense!

The Northwest Alliance has always been an economic cooperation organization. When did it involve military security elements?

And forming a stable military security alliance for joint self-preservation?

The Kingdom of Ceylon really has the nerve to propose such a motion and say such things.

When the mainland situation becomes turbulent, the Kingdom of Ceylon will probably be the first to attack its mortal enemy, the Kingdom of Windwhisper.

Considering the recent situation in the royal capital, it is self-evident who this proposal is aimed at.

Looking at the initiator of this proposal, the Kingdom of Ceylon.

The intentions of the Cromwell family are obvious.

Most hateful are the Silverfrost Duchy and the Holy Oak Duchy, these two former underlings of Effiein, who are now also waving flags and shouting behind the Kingdom of Ceylon.

Indignation and anger surged in the hearts of the ministers.

Commissioner Logan deliberately paused for a moment before speaking again:

"Currently, this proposal has been approved by most member states. According to my analysis, the probability of this proposal passing is extremely high."

Minister of Military Affairs Marshall asked in a deep voice:

"Did the Kingdom of Ceylon use any means?"

Commissioner Logan was silent for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Saxon Cromwell, the Third Prince of the Kingdom of Ceylon, has been active at the headquarters of the Northwest Alliance recently and has won over many member states."

Marshall then asked:

"What about those empires and kingdoms?

What is their attitude."

Commissioner Logan's lips moved, and he sighed:

"Neither of the two great empires has expressed an opinion.

General Marshall, you know that the five great empires on the mainland have always looked down upon us small countries.

I suspect they didn't even pay much attention to this proposal.

As for the kingdoms in the Northwest Continent, except for the Kingdom of Windwhisper, which habitually opposes the Kingdom of Ceylon, the other kingdoms are watching the show.

To put it bluntly, after all, the Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting is not being held in their territory this time, and they are happy to watch the excitement.

Anyway, there are still five years before the next one, and they can simply propose a new proposal to cancel this one at that time."

Marshall fell silent. The current Effiein is like a fresh and delicious cake, and everyone wants to cut a piece.

Angus finally spoke at this time:

"Are there any detailed contents? It can't be that everyone brings an army, right?"

Commissioner Logan immediately replied:

"Yes, they wouldn't dare to be so blatant. There is a limit on the number of people, no more than one thousand."

One thousand people!

It seems that the number of people is not large, but there is no limit to the level of the army.

If it is a thousand "Basic Level" troops, even a thousand "Regular Level" troops, they can't make any waves in the heavily guarded Florence.

But what if it is a thousand "Elite Level" troops?

That is enough to stop two Legendary-level existences. For some small duchies, a thousand "Elite Level" troops are enough to sweep across a country.

The ministers obviously realized this, and their expressions became much more solemn.

Angus said in a deep voice:

"Everyone doesn't need to worry too much. After all, it's just a simple military exercise, it's just a matter of losing face.

They don't dare to take action openly. No matter what, there are still the Northern and Western Empires watching from the sidelines.

General Marshall, I need you to worry more about the military exercise.

More than sixty countries will definitely not all participate in this military exercise activity.

You should prepare the military exercise venue and facilities according to the scale of 50,000 people."

Marshall nodded with a solemn expression.

Angus coughed lightly and emphasized to the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs:

"This matter is just a small matter. The focus is still on receiving guests from various countries.

You must find all the information files of the participating countries, and you must have a clear understanding of the customs, taboos, etiquette traditions of different countries, as well as the composition of the visiting delegations, and there must be no deviation."

The Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs nodded seriously.

Then Angus concluded with a loud voice:

"Everyone, this Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting is an excellent opportunity to showcase our country's style and strength. We must do every detail to the extreme so that guests from all countries can feel the charm and sincerity of Florence!

We must make this Northwest Exchange Meeting the most unforgettable one in history!"

"Yes!"

Prime Minister Angus Angerian's words seemed like a prophecy, and the facts that followed indeed proved that this Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting held in Florence was not only unforgettable but also caused unparalleled shock to the entire continent and even the gods above!

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After the meeting, the Prime Minister arranged for everyone to visit the seriously ill Minister of Foreign Affairs.

After returning from the visit, Angus called Judge Gore and asked him to come to his office.

Gore came to Angus's Prime Minister's office with an unusually respectful attitude.

Angus said with a faint smile:

"I've been too busy since becoming Prime Minister. It's been a long time since we old brothers sat down together and had a good chat."

Gore immediately showed a flattered expression. He and Angus were classmates for many years, and their relationship had always been good.

After the late king passed away and Angus entered the cabinet, Gore was the first to clearly express his support.

Angus waved his hand slightly:

"You and I don't need to be like this. The reason I left you alone is because I have something I want to discuss with you."

Gore immediately stated:

"Sir, please give your orders, I will definitely do it."

Angus's eyes flickered, and after a long silence, he finally spoke slowly in a low but powerful voice:

"You also saw Baron Holt's condition just now. I estimate that it will be difficult for him to recover."

Baron Gore showed a look of grief and said:

"It's too regrettable. Please, Prime Minister, accept my condolences."

Angus sighed and said:

"Gore, our Effiein is now facing many complex situations, especially with the Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting imminent.

The country needs a capable and talented Minister of Foreign Affairs to support it!"

Baron Gore's body shook violently, and a trace of surprise and disbelief flashed quickly in his pupils.

Angus continued:

"Gore, I think you have the potential and it is necessary to take on more important responsibilities. What do you think?"

A light of surprise burst out in Gore's eyes, and his lips trembled slightly:

"Prime Minister, I will definitely do my best and live up to your trust and expectations!"

He got promoted!

Gore never expected that he would be promoted?

Cabinet ministers also have a hierarchy.

In addition to the Prime Minister, the most important is the Minister of Foreign Affairs, who is known as the Foreign Minister!

It can be said that he is the well-deserved second-in-command in the cabinet!

This step forward really caught Gore off guard.

Although he is still plotting rebellion with the Dupont family, this does not prevent him from seeking a higher position in the existing government.

Only the higher the current position, the more say he will have when the turmoil comes in the future.

Angus was very satisfied with Gore's reaction. He nodded slightly, walked around the table, came to Baron Gore, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"The road ahead is full of thorns, you must be mentally prepared.

The new position means greater power, but also comes with more rigorous scrutiny and challenges.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs is related to the country's interests and honor, you need to balance the interests of all parties and be very cautious."

Gore straightened his back, his eyes full of determination:

"Prime Minister, rest assured, I will go through fire and water for the country and the Prime Minister's strategic plan!"

Angus looked at Gore with satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, and said:

"That's good. I will expedite the subsequent appointment process. You go back and prepare well, and complete and hand over your work as soon as possible.

I will appoint a new Chief Justice."

Hearing this, Gore suddenly realized that if he no longer served as the National Chief Justice, then the management function of the East District Prison would naturally no longer belong to him.

This also meant that he could no longer keep an eye on the people of the Bound Church.

He was not worried that the new Chief Justice would see through the prisoners in the prison.

When replacing prisoners in the East District Prison, Gore even made a new copy of the prisoners' files according to the members of the "Bound Church".

The only worry is that there is still some time before they actually start their uprising, and many things need to be communicated with the "Bound Church" members lurking in the prison.

If he loses the position of Chief Justice, forcibly interfering in the affairs of the prison will definitely arouse suspicion.

Gore was in a dilemma for a while.

Prime Minister Angus seemed to see Gore's hesitation and asked:

"What's the matter, is there still any difficulty?"

Gore came back to his senses and covered up:

"Oh, it's nothing, Prime Minister.

I'm just curious about who will take over the position of National Chief Justice.

I'd better hand over the work to him as soon as possible.

The main reason is that the situation in the royal capital has been turbulent recently, and several prisons are restless, with frequent riots and jailbreaks.

We need a strong Chief Justice to manage the prisons."

Angus said with a calm expression:

"The specific candidate is still being considered by me and the Queen. As for the prison affairs, Her Majesty the Queen has special instructions.

From now on, the prisons in Florence that hold serious criminals will be managed by the newly established Military Intelligence Bureau."

Gore's heart moved when he heard this.

Managed by the Military Intelligence Bureau?

His capable assistant, Herman, now has a position in the Military Intelligence Bureau that is not low, and it is reasonable for Herman, who has rich judicial experience and is also a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, to be responsible for prison management.

After a little thought, Gore said:

"If Her Majesty the Queen decides to hand over the management of the prison to the Military Intelligence Bureau, I have a suitable candidate to recommend for prison management."

Angus showed an expected look and asked kindly:

"Please speak."

Gore said:

"My previous permanent secretary, Herman Donaldson, is currently working in the Military Intelligence Bureau.

When he worked by my side before, he was always responsible for prison management and has rich experience. He is a good comrade."

Angus showed a look of recollection, and then said:

"Oh, him, I have an impression, the one who killed someone at the noble hunting party before, right?"

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Gore smiled and said:

"Young people are more impulsive."

Angus nodded and said:

"This young man is good. When I get back, I'll discuss it with Her Majesty the Queen. If there are no major problems, let him take over."

Gore breathed a sigh of relief, almost imperceptibly. Seeing that Angus had no other instructions, he took the initiative to take his leave.

After Gore left, Queen Adair silently appeared.

Angus said in a deep voice:

"It seems you guessed correctly. Herman is indeed the secret agent that the 'Lord of Shadows' planted by Gore's side."

Adair held Herman's information in her hand, her brow slightly furrowed.

After a long silence, she whispered:

"According to the file information,

Herman was able to enter the royal capital to work from being a commoner because of Gore's connections.

He doesn't seem to have any reason to betray Gore, who promoted him in the first place.

Also, when did he become involved with the 'Lord of Shadows'?

What means did the 'Lord of Shadows' use to make Herman willingly work for him?"

After being reminded by his daughter, Angus also realized the inconsistencies.

Adair continued:

"Besides that, there is also the most important thing. Why did the 'Lord of Shadows' plant such a spy by Gore's side so early?

At least at the noble hunting party a year ago, Herman was already a spy for the 'Lord of Shadows'.

Did he know so early that Gore was colluding with the DuPont family to plot a rebellion?"

Adair's words made Angus fall into deep thought. After a long while, he said with a meaningful tone:

"He seems to be overly concerned about our Effiein. It goes back to the original question, is this person really one of us from Effiein?

There are many rumors outside about his true identity.

Some say he is the heir of an ancient family, the holy son of the Prophecy Church, a successor of the Cobalt Soul Academy walking outside…

But in the beginning, he came from our Florence. Could it be that we are all overthinking it? He has always been an Effiein person, even an Effiein noble.

The reason why he is willing to come back at this time is simply to serve the country, and there are no other thoughts?"

Adair's expression was solemn, and she obviously had similar speculations.

"You said… could he be a member of the Corleone royal family?"

Angus's words suddenly made both of them inexplicably nervous.

Adair slightly parted her red lips and said in a low voice:

"Given the age of the 'Lord of Shadows', it seems that only His Majesty meets the conditions in the entire royal family.

Father shouldn't be saying that the 'Lord of Shadows' who is making a name for himself outside is His Majesty, who has been hit by a Saint-level forbidden spell and whose cognition is equivalent to that of a child."

Angus gave a wry smile and said:

"I really hope it's him. If that's the case, the burden on our shoulders would be much lighter."

Could it be him?

This thought only flashed through Adair's mind for a moment.

It's impossible for it to be him. Cohen is someone she watched grow up, and there is no one in this world who knows him better than she does.

Perhaps it's the desire to see her husband become a dragon that's at play. From the bottom of her heart, Adair still hopes that her husband can be a young talent like the "Lord of Shadows".

Adair's eyes quickly became firm—

Her Cohen is no worse than anyone else. He has already reached the peak of the fourth rank after practicing for just over a year. As long as he can grow smoothly, he will one day become famous on the continent.

And I will let you grow up safely to that day!

……

Herman came to the East Suburb Prison with a solemn expression. He was wearing the iconic black eagle uniform of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and the surrounding area exuded an aura that strangers should not approach.

A team of military police followed behind him. Before he even entered the gate, the warden of the East Suburb Prison was already waiting outside.

This warden was a member of the DuPont family and was arranged to be responsible for liaising with the lurking personnel of the "Bound Church" in the prison.

Now that Gore has been promoted to Minister of Foreign Affairs, all the prisons in Florence have been transferred to the Military Intelligence Bureau for management, and the entire prison management will naturally undergo a major reshuffle.

Fortunately, there is Herman, an "insider", lurking in the Military Intelligence Bureau.

Through the recommendation and mediation of Baron Gore, Herman successfully took over the entire prison system in Florence, which naturally included the East Suburb Prison.

The warden smiled cautiously. Whether it was Herman's position in the Gore-DuPont Group or the Military Intelligence Bureau's current reputation, it was enough to make the warden feel awe.

Herman looked like he was handling official business and nodded slightly to the warden.

The warden's expression returned to seriousness, standing upright with several veteran prison guards who had followed him for many years by his side.

The prison guards handed over a heavy file box. After the warden took it, he handed it to Herman with both hands, and his voice was unconsciously much more solemn:

"Commissioner, this is the core management information of the East Suburb Prison, including detailed files of prisoners, layout maps of prison facilities, and daily management process records. I am ordered to hand it over to you!"

"Okay."

After the information was handed over, the warden led Herman to the monitoring magic circle in the prison hub and introduced him to the various areas of the prison.

Finally, he led all the prison guards and saluted Herman and others before quietly withdrawing from the entire prison.

Herman waved his hand gently, and the military police he brought immediately took over and began the Military Intelligence Bureau's management of the East Suburb Prison.

After the arrangements were completed, Herman's eyes glanced imperceptibly towards the maximum-security prisoner area deep in the prison, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was already the third day that Herman had taken over the East Suburb Prison.

Late at night, Herman came to the maximum-security prisoner area alone and knocked urgently on one of the prison cells.

Soon, an old face peeked out from the prison cell. After seeing that it was Herman, the vigilance in his eyes dissipated a lot, and his voice was hoarse:

"What's the matter?"

Herman bowed and saluted, then said in an urgent and low voice:

"Bishop, gather the manpower and transfer in ten minutes!"

The old prisoner who was called Bishop by Herman trembled slightly and asked in a deep voice:

"What happened?"

Herman said without changing his expression:

"The Deputy Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Prince Haug of the Senate, will begin inspecting all the received prisons tomorrow, and the first stop is our East Suburb Prison.

And…"

Herman lowered his voice:

"They also called Raymond from the Transcendent Colosseum!"

The Archbishop of the "Bound Church", the highest-ranking person lurking in the East Suburb Prison this time, the ninth-order peak necromancer Uriel, his pupils shook, his face became extremely shocked, and he blurted out:

"How is that possible?

Why would someone from the Transcendent Colosseum come to the East Suburb Prison?"

Herman's tone suddenly became much colder, and he sternly questioned:

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you, Archbishop!

Residents near the East Suburb Prison reported that they found traces of necromancers. His Royal Highness the Prince was not at ease, so he called Raymond, who has a blood feud with the 'Bound Church'.

Bishop, please tell me the truth, did your people honestly stay in the prison as agreed!"

Faced with Herman's sudden counterattack, Uriel was momentarily confused. He was not sure if something had gone wrong with his people.

After all, this time, the core followers of the "Bound Church" could be said to have come out in full force. There were too many people, and he couldn't take care of everything.

Herman sighed deeply:

"Alright, Archbishop, now is not the time to pursue responsibility, and I don't mean to blame you.

The conditions in the maximum-security prison are indeed a bit harsh. Your followers are usually high-ranking spellcasters. It's understandable that they can't bear the suffering of prisoners."

Seeing Herman say this, Uriel felt as if he had really done something wrong. He looked at Herman earnestly, his voice dry:

"Then what should we do now?

The core of our church is all here. Once Raymond, that bastard, catches us, it will definitely be a devastating blow to the Bound Church in Effiein."

Herman's tone returned to calm, and the words he spoke were full of persuasiveness:

"Don't worry, I have already discussed it with Mr. DuPont and Baron Gore. Tonight, we will send you out of the city.

In ten minutes, you will take everyone to the No. 3 labor camp to gather!"

"Okay!"

Soon, a rumbling sound rang out from the maximum-security prison. The transcendents lurking in the prison in the “Bound Church,” under the leadership of Uriel, came to the No. 3 labor camp according to Herman’s instructions.

They were so nervous that they did not notice that the magic elements in the No. 3 labor camp today seemed to be more intense than usual.

Uriel led everyone to the No. 3 labor camp and saw a figure standing in the center of the labor camp from afar.

Uriel's heart tightened inexplicably. He walked a few steps forward and said as he walked:

"Is it Herman…"

However, before the other party could respond, he used the moonlight to see the person's appearance clearly.

A face that could captivate all living beings, but unfortunately, the expression on her face was as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

Queen of Effiein, Adair Angraien!

Uriel's heart shrank violently, and an indescribable fear gripped his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Before he could shout loudly, a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow and seemed to freeze the soul burst out from the depths of his body. Almost in an instant, he was frozen into a lifelike ice sculpture!

As the ice sculpture formed, huge stone pillars suddenly rose from the four corners of the labor camp, covered with strange runes. As the runes flowed, the light danced like a spiritual snake.

As Adair gently raised her arm, the ice-blue light began to shuttle between the runes along the preset lines. The entire teleportation array began to shake violently, and the space seemed to be distorted by an invisible giant hand, forming a huge vortex.

In the depths of the vortex, a majestic middle-aged man could be faintly seen standing there, as if waiting for some prey!