My queen is rebelling!

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Belmode flipped through the gifts Cohen had left behind, a look of shame and anger, and shock appearing on her jade-like face.

If those few pieces of clothing could possibly have been chosen by Melantha, then these jewels, ornaments, necklaces, and the like could not possibly have been bought by Melantha.

Belmode, who had raised Melantha since she was a child, naturally knew her younger sister's personality very well.

This little girl, who had loved playing with guns and sticks since she was a child, knew nothing about jewelry and ornaments. How could she possibly choose such things as gifts?

Moreover, Belmode had also traveled in the human continent in her early years. These jewels and ornaments were valuable at first glance, like high-end luxury goods from the "Flaming Red Lips" Chamber of Commerce.

Where could Melantha, an assassin hiding her identity in "Black Tomb," go to buy such things?

Belmode quickly came to a conclusion in her heart that these things were all bought by that amorous King Cohen!

When she opened those clothes and saw the specific items inside, Belmode's breathing stagnated.

Buying some jewelry and ornaments would be fine, but what's with all those messy clothes?

Sling bag hip dress, deep V evening dress, rivet nude high heels, various styles of silk stockings, and even a few pieces of lingerie that made the witch blush…

What exactly does this bastard want to do!

Belmode Vineyard's astonishing aura directly enveloped the entire Wizard Tower.

Belmode felt that she shouldn't have let this kid go just now. What does this mean? Is he blatantly teasing her!

And saying that he doesn't have any dirty thoughts in his heart, what a hateful man!

Belmode took a deep breath, suppressed the shame and anger in her heart, and made up her mind to give Cohen a profound lesson when they meet next time!

If Cohen knew that his good intentions in giving gifts had instead made Belmode resent him, he would definitely cry out in injustice.

This matter really can't be blamed on Cohen, because these things were not chosen by him either.

Cohen also doesn't understand what women like. He entrusted a senior executive of the Chamber of Commerce to prepare them.

This senior executive is also related to Grace, she is Grace's cousin. Back in the Ceylon Kingdom, she was the one who handled Cohen's identity as the personal secretary to the chairman of the "Flaming Red Lips" Chamber of Commerce.

She is considered one of Grace's most trusted people.

When Cohen told her about this matter, he only said that it was a gift for a slightly more mature woman, without saying who it was specifically.

As soon as this cousin heard this, she naturally thought that Cohen was referring to Grace.

Since Grace inexplicably found such a young heterosexual personal secretary for herself, this cousin has regarded Cohen as her future brother-in-law.

Therefore, she naturally spared no effort to help Cohen choose some small gifts that could promote the warming of the relationship between the two.

Moreover, those more shameful clothes were also stuffed into the deepest part, deliberately not letting Cohen notice.

She just wanted to give the two of them a surprise.

Unfortunately, what she prepared was not a surprise at all, but a blatant shock.

Leaving aside Belmode's psychological activities for the time being, Cohen returned to Endless City directly through the "Book of Time and Space" after leaving the Wizard Tower.

Arnold's army has already set off towards Florence.

Winsader and others have also packed up almost. Due to Grace's identity, she cannot appear in public.

Therefore, only she is left behind in "Endless City" to look after the house.

After Winsader handed over the government affairs of Endless City to Grace, she followed Cohen on the journey to Florence.

Cohen opened the "Book of Time and Space" and took several people away from the "Lost Land."

Emerald Lake Villa, a violent spatial fluctuation came, and soon, Cohen and his party of four appeared in the living room.

Immediately afterwards, a timid voice came from afar:

"Sister, long time no see."

Hearing this familiar voice, Mephis' expression changed, and she looked at Melantha, who was standing up from the sofa next to her, and snorted coldly:

"You still have the nerve to call me sister, look at what good things you've done!"

Knowing that Cohen was going to bring Mephis back today, Melantha naturally wouldn't miss it and came to the villa early to wait.

A flattering smile appeared on Melantha's face, her gaze shifted, and she saw Winsader and Freya next to Cohen.

Freya was fine, just a little girl, not much of a threat.

Melantha's focus was on that beautiful Winged Elf.

The atmosphere fell into awkwardness for a while.

Cohen quickly said:

"I haven't introduced everyone yet, um, this is Miss Melantha Tinuviel, the younger sister of our Endless Blade Adventurer Group's [Intelligence Officer] Miss.

Winsader responded with a smile as well:

"Is that so? Cohen also often says that he has a very good friend who works in Black Tomb, I guess that's Miss Melantha."

Although the conversation between the two was very friendly, Cohen always felt a faint sense of coldness permeating the air.

He couldn't help but think to himself, in order to maintain the harmony and stability of the harem, there must be a harem master with enough prestige, um, Empress Sister can completely take on this role.

In a friendly and harmonious atmosphere, several people quickly got to know each other.

After chatting for a while, Cohen talked about business.

His plan was to arrange for Winsader and Mephis to join the Military Intelligence Bureau, each leading a team of transcendents, lurking in the city as mobile forces, ready to move out at any time.

Melantha would lead the newly established "Black Tomb" Northwest Branch, and then be with Prince Xia Zuo's people, and turn against them at the appropriate time.

After the arrangements were completed, Cohen secretly sent messages and called out Asuna and Naftis. The "Endless Blade" Adventurer Group could be considered to have had a small team building.

It's just that the expression on Melantha's face became more and more ugly. She secretly asked Mephis during the meal how many women Cohen had by his side.

Mephis sighed softly and said to Melantha that in addition to Cohen's legitimate empress and Isabella, the Golden Winged Woman, there was also an imperial princess in the "Lost Land," and judging from the situation, she probably wouldn't escape Cohen's clutches.

Hearing this, Melantha was furious and couldn't wait to pounce on Cohen and bite him a few times.

After arranging the residences for several girls, Cohen returned to the palace and prepared for the increasingly near Northwest Regional Exchange Conference.

… …

In Adair's study, Cohen sat upright in front of the desk, with two differently colored file boxes placed in front of him.

The leftmost is a red file box, which has already been approved.

The right side is a blue file box, which has not been approved.

The right side is obviously much higher than the left side, the contrast is very obvious.

Cohen carefully read the tax reports from all over the country, trade with foreign countries, debt relations, etc.

As for the rest of the relevant government affairs, such as the assessment and promotion of officials, land disputes among nobles in various places, judicial cases that require the king's personal approval, and some religious affairs, etc., Cohen simply glanced at them and threw them into the blue file box, waiting for Empress Sister to handle them.

Cohen is only interested in finance and military affairs.

In order to accelerate his young king training plan, Adair has recently strictly limited Cohen's outing time, as if he had returned to a few years ago, when Cohen was young and taught him magic like a strict teacher.

She requires him to handle government affairs in the study for two hours every day, and every time he finishes handling them, Adair will review them again. If there are any inappropriate places, she will point them out and rectify them in time.

Cohen seriously looked at it for a few days at the beginning, but later he couldn't stand this boring government affairs handling. Every day, he only extracted some documents and materials about finance and military affairs to read, and the rest of the time he happily slacked off.

It's not right to say he's slacking off, Cohen is also doing serious business. He is using a very unique communication stone.

This communication stone itself carries a bone-chilling coldness. The whole presents a kind of deep dark, and the surface is covered with winding and twisting lines, like the blood vessels of a demon.

The edges are uneven, jagged, and there is a wisp of purple flame flickering in the center, giving people a strange feeling that it may go out at any time but will never disappear.

On his back was a bizarrely glowing number "8," its strokes woven from twisted black vines, with a faint, dark red light flowing within.

A trans-dimensional communication stone!

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The condition Cohen proposed last time was too tempting for Mammon. This hellish financier shamelessly asked someone to send Cohen this valuable trans-dimensional communication stone, all for the sake of convenient communication between the two.

Recently, whenever Cohen had time, he would tease this Third Councilor of the Black Tomb, the master of the Third Layer of Hell.

After a long negotiation stalemate, the two had almost reached an agreement when Cohen suddenly proposed another condition: asking Mammon to help him pass a message to someone.

When Mammon heard who Cohen wanted to send the message to, a deep astonishment arose in his heart. He wondered if this kid had foreseen something extraordinary again, otherwise why would he think of provoking this person?

However, considering that their talks had been quite fruitful, Mammon did as Cohen asked.

Just as Cohen was happily slacking off, the light, crisp sound of high heels came from the depths of the corridor, extremely penetrating, like the rhythmic clinking of pearls.

Cohen quickly put away the communication stone, casually grabbed a few documents from a blue file box, placed them on the table, and pretended to read them.

Jade feet stepped lightly, each step creating a breeze.

Soon, a pair of gold crystal stiletto heels came into Cohen's view.

Cohen's heart fluttered. He had been entangled with Melantha and Windsor Della frequently recently, and had developed a taste for it.

Looking at Adelle's bare, jade-like white instep, he shamelessly perked up.

Goodness, he was about to be unable to resist the Queen's charm.

Adelle casually sat next to Cohen, her slender, plump jade legs pressed tightly against Cohen's thigh.

Her right leg habitually rested on her left, her right knee slightly raised, making the lines of her calf faintly visible between the golden palace dress.

The exposed skin was snowy and translucent, like a newly blooming white peony covered in frost. A hint of tender flesh at the edge of her thigh, under the reflection of the golden dress, was as pure and flawless as the first snow of the morning.

Adelle casually picked up the documents Cohen had reviewed and began to read them.

Cohen's height had already noticeably exceeded Adelle's. Sitting so close together, a casual glance could reveal all sorts of beautiful whiteness.

Cohen smelled the fragrance constantly emanating from Adelle's body, his eyes occasionally glancing at the glistening, full curves in front of her chest, only to feel the desire in his heart rising all the way.

Tsk tsk, he used to think Melantha's were big enough, but he didn't expect the Queen to be a numerical freak as well!

He felt that the Queen was even more like a succubus than Grace. It was too exaggerated. Even Grace in her previous state could be resisted by him.

This time, in front of Adelle, even his top-level willpower was useless. He felt like he was about to sink into her amazing charm.

This had already exceeded the limits of humanity. The charm emanating from Adelle's body was likely mixed with a trace of divinity.

Cohen kept chanting in his heart, 'Endure, endure. In at most a month, you can openly do whatever you want with the women around you.'

Adelle naturally didn't know the dirty thoughts that were popping up in Cohen's mind, otherwise she would definitely let him taste the feeling of being beaten up by her in his childhood.

She quickly finished reading the documents Cohen had approved, admiration surfacing in her eyes. She reached out and rubbed Cohen's head, saying:

"Your Majesty has done well. Although you read a bit slowly, you read everything very carefully, and the opinions you offer are very insightful."

When Adelle reached out, she caused slight ripples in front of her chest. Cohen thought, 'If I leaned in at this time, would the Queen be angry?'

Just as Cohen was hesitating, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the study, followed by the somewhat flustered voice of a maid:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The smile on Adelle's face stopped abruptly, and she said in a deep voice:

"What's the panic? Come in and speak."

The maid entered the room with her head lowered, not daring to look at Cohen, who was in a very ambiguous position with the Queen. She said urgently:

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has sent me to urgently inform you that Viscount Cliff Gunter is dead!"

Viscount Cliff Gunter?

Adelle lightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows, recalling the name in her mind. She quickly remembered that it was the Southern Territory heir whose arm she had broken?

Cohen on the side was also slightly startled. Cliff is dead?

When did it happen?

It seems that there will be a major change in the Southern Territory. He now can't wait to contact his bronze-ranked subordinate stationed in the Southern Territory, Sandro Gunter, the second young master of the Southern Territory Duke, to inquire about the specific situation.

Adelle's expression was calm as she asked:

"So he's dead. The Southern Territory doesn't just have him as an heir. What's there to make such a fuss about?"

The maid lowered her voice and said:

"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister asked me to tell you that Viscount Cliff died from the eruption of an ice-attribute magic array hidden within his body!"

Ice attribute, magic array!

Adelle's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

Obviously, throughout the entire Effaine, only she met this condition and had attacked Cliff before.

Undoubtedly, it was a frame-up. Who could it be?

Cohen naturally knew that this was Andre's doing. Back then, he had Sandro bring the elven holy fruit with hidden tricks to Cliff.

Now that he had detonated the trap, it meant that the Eastern Territory Empire was preparing to take action!

It also meant that the prelude to the war had begun!

Adelle's thoughts flashed through her eyebrows, her jade face still calm. She waved her hand and said:

"You may leave. Tell the Prime Minister to summon the cabinet, the Senate, and the direct members of the royal family for a meeting in the Council Hall in one hour."

"Yes!"

Adelle adjusted her expression, turned to look at Cohen, and said with a smile:

"Little brother, can I discuss something with you?"

Little brother.

Since she ascended the throne, Adelle hadn't used this term in a long time.

Cohen's heart fluttered. Adelle's "little brother" evoked many beautiful memories of the past in his heart.

Being able to make Adelle take the initiative to use this tone and title, Cohen probably guessed what Adelle wanted to say.

Although she didn't know who was framing him behind the scenes, she could also realize that the final battle was not far away.

Cliff's death was very likely the trigger for everything. Florence, including the entire Effaine, was about to fall into unpredictable and violent turmoil.

Adelle decided to implement the previous agreement with the Golden Wing Family and send Cohen away!

Seeing that Cohen didn't answer, Adelle took two steps forward, gently hugged Cohen's back, raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with a gentle gaze, and looked at Cohen. She parted her red lips slightly:

"Listen to your sister and leave Florence for a while, okay?"

Cohen's heart beat violently. He thought, 'Sister, you're cheating!'

"How can anyone resist this?'

Cohen forcibly suppressed the lewd thoughts in his heart and said dryly:

"Do I have to leave you, sister? Am I not doing well enough?"

Adelle lovingly stroked Cohen's face and said softly:

"Little brother, you have already done very well. Your sister is very proud of you.

"It's just that your sister is not strong enough yet and can't protect you for the time being.

"But it doesn't matter. After this crisis is over, no one in the entire continent will dare to touch you again. At that time, you will be the one and only, undeniable King of Effaine!"

Adelle tilted her head slightly, her beautiful jade face getting closer and closer in Cohen's pupils, until the tips of their noses touched. Her magnetic murmur contained a hint of pleading, carrying a fragrance that made people sink:

"Listen to your sister, go, okay?"

Cohen sighed. It wasn't that he wasn't ambitious enough, it's just that his sister was too charming.

What else could he do in this situation? Of course, he had to agree.

Okay, okay, the King of Effaine is leaving, and the Lord of Shadows is going online!

Adelle left, also giving Cohen a day to prepare.

At least in Adelle's opinion, at this time tomorrow, the Second Elder of the Golden Wing Family would take him away according to the previous agreement.

Cohen looked at Adelle's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

No, sister, you have done enough. Next, let me support a sky for you!

Cohen took a deep breath, retracted his complex thoughts, took out the communication stone, and contacted his bronze-ranked subordinate, Sandro Gunter, the second young master of the Southern Territory.

Time returned to an hour ago, Southern Territory, Duke's Mansion.

A dim room was filled with a decadent atmosphere.

Cliff Gunter, the strong-bodied, deep-eyed heir to the Southern Territory Duke, whom Cohen had ridiculed for having the appearance of a "gigolo," was sprawled in a pile of cotton quilts, his clothes disheveled and his eyes empty.

Surrounding him were several heavily made-up women, giggling and trying to attract Cliff's attention. However, the debauched Cliff merely placed his hand numbly on the bare shoulder of one of the women.

Cliff's gaze fell on his own arm, the arm that Yader, whom he had long admired, had personally severed.

Although the Elf Sacred Fruit could repair physical damage, the humiliation and jealousy it brought were like an indelible scar, branded deep within Cliff's heart.

Memories flooded back, recalling how he had strived to excel in all aspects under the halo of family glory.

At that time, he was the pride of the family, a shining star in everyone's eyes, the rightful heir to the Grand Duke.

But all of this changed after that humiliating incident.

Yader Angraean!

The person he had always revered like a goddess had mercilessly attacked him, all for the sake of her idiot husband!

Whenever he recalled this event, Cliff's heart felt as if it were pierced by countless sharp arrows, causing him unbearable pain.

A shocking resentment and hatred surfaced in Cliff's eyes. 'This dog couple, once I inherit the position of Grand Duke, I will definitely make you taste...'

Before Cliff could finish making his resolution, he suddenly felt a chill emanating from his newly grown arm.

He had felt that bone-chilling cold before, the very time when he had fallen from the peak of his life to the lowest point!

This extreme ice-attribute magic seemed to freeze his very breath.

Cliff widened his eyes in horror, wanting to struggle and call for help, but found that his body was already unable to move.

Immediately afterward, a faint blue ice pattern rapidly spread across his arm. It was a complex and exquisite ice-attribute magic array!

The magic array flickered with an ice-blue light, and as the light continued to intensify, Cliff's body began to be covered by a layer of ice, the piercing cold freezing his soul and flesh.

His consciousness gradually blurred, Cliff's lips trembled slightly, as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he could only let out a weak whimper. In extreme pain and despair, Cliff Gunter, the first in line to inherit the Southern Territory, perished!

The women had long been frightened out of their wits, screaming as they fled the terrifying scene!

Grand Duke Kruger Gunter of the Southern Territory was a burly figure, like a towering mountain.

When the magic array on Cliff's arm erupted, Kruger had already sensed the shocking aura.

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But by the time he arrived, Cliff had already turned into an ice sculpture without any signs of life.

Kruger's tall body trembled violently, his originally dignified face instantly distorted, and bloodshot eyes filled his pupils in an instant, as if about to spew fire.

The injured arm, the extreme ice attribute, the hidden magic array!

There was no need to say who the murderer was!

The Grand Duke of the Southern Territory was filled with humiliation and anger!

Angus!

Look at your good daughter!

To dare to do this for an idiot king!

I have yielded again and again, endured again and again!

Are you trying to force me onto a dead end!

The earth-shattering aura of a half-step legend enveloped the entire Grand Duke's residence, and a shocking roar resounded through the sky:

"Issue the order, assemble the three armies!"

......

Sandro stared deeply at Andre, who was sitting in front of him, calmly pouring water for him, his heart filled with fear.

He swallowed his saliva, subconsciously wanting to spit out the tea he had just drunk.

Just what kind of person was this guy? Just now, while he was still talking and laughing with him, he had directly detonated the hidden trick he had left in the Elf Sacred Fruit!

Which meant that he had murdered his own brother right in front of him!

Although Cliff had always been at odds with him, this cold and ruthless style of doing things still made Sandro feel a sense of fear and grief.

After the Grand Duke's roar subsided, Andre chuckled and said to Sandro:

"Congratulations, future Grand Duke of the Southern Territory... no, future King of Effien!"

There was not a trace of joy or excitement in Sandro's eyes, his heart was filled with fear, and he laughed dryly:

"I don't understand what you're saying, sir."

Andre laughed heartily:

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. When you ascend the throne, you will understand."

The conversation between the two did not last long. Before long, the Grand Duke sent someone to summon Andre and Sandro.

In the council hall, the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory's face was like a statue, showing no expression.

The military and political dignitaries all lowered their eyes, also not saying a word, even breathing carefully, for fear of alarming the Grand Duke who was on the verge of a volcanic eruption.

After Andre and Sandro walked in, Kruger moved his lips:

"Sir, what did Prince Saxon say?"

Andre bowed slightly and said:

"One thousand 'Elite-level' [Ceylan's Oath] are already ready outside the border.

As long as you are willing to open the gates of the Southern Territory, these one thousand [Ceylan's Oath] will immediately become your most loyal soldiers."

Kruger asked in a deep voice:

"One thousand elite-level troops are not enough to break through Florence."

Andre's voice was unhurried:

"All the ninth-level and above transcendents in Effien have people to deal with!

What we need is a transition of power, and you are the spokesperson we have chosen."

A fierce look appeared on Kruger's face:

"Is there more?"

Andre:

"Grand Duke Faginham Francis of the Western Territory will jointly launch an uprising."

A clear look of surprise appeared in Kruger's eyes:

"Impossible, Faginham has a marriage alliance with the Corleone royal family!"

Andre replied calmly:

"His son has offended Grand Duke Ferdinand of the Central Empire, and only my people can help him."

Kruger no longer had any hesitation, his murderous gaze swept over the military and political dignitaries of the Southern Territory, and he said in a deep voice:

"My son's revenge is only a personal grudge. What we are here for today is righteousness!

Our Southern Territory has been faithfully fulfilling its mission ever since we followed the Corleone family three thousand years ago.

But now, the she-wolf of the Angraean family is plotting to harm His Majesty, monopolizing the government, appointing people based on favoritism, engaging in secret service politics, and even killing Vaughn Collins, an important minister of the court, in the court!

It has reached the point of being outrageous and intolerable!

As the Gunter family, descendants of the Four Knights, as the successor of the 'Sword' badge, tell me, what should we do!"

The adjutant on Kruger's left hand side took the lead in standing up, raising his arms and shouting:

"Kill the traitors, restore the royal power, it is our duty!"

Immediately afterward, the shouts of anger in the hall rose and fell:

"Kill the traitors, restore the royal power, it is our duty!"

"It is our duty!"

Before the meeting ended, Andre subtly gave Sandro a meaningful look, and then left the conference room with a chuckle.

After arriving at a safe place, he first informed Prince Saxon of the Kingdom of Ceylan of the situation, informing him of the news that the Southern Territory had rebelled, and told him to be prepared.

Then he contacted his real master, Shazo Tang of the Eastern Region Empire.

Shazo: "The timing is just right. There are still ten days before the Northwest Regional Exchange Conference. If everything goes well, ten days is enough for the Southern Territory's troops to surround Florence and force the Corleone royal family to step down."

Andre: "There are still a few tricky figures in the Florence Elders, and Queen Yader of Effien is also not to be underestimated."

Shazo: "Don't worry, this time it concerns whether this king can successfully subdue the Golden Wing family, and I have prepared according to five times the strength of Effien.

This time, Uncle Quentin will personally lead the team to participate in the Northwest Regional Exchange Conference, and everything will be under his command."

A look of astonishment appeared on Andre's face, and he quickly replied:

"In this way, wouldn't Prince Quentin's position be exposed?"

Shazo: "It's just an insurance measure. You forgot what I said before. I estimated it according to five times the strength of Effien. Under normal circumstances, there is no need for Uncle Wang to take action at all.

Even if there is a sudden situation, it will be exposed when it is exposed. At this time, there is no need to hide it anymore.

As long as this operation is successful, this king will be able to marry the Golden Wing family. With the Golden Wing family, the wealthiest family on the entire continent, there will be no need for Uncle Wang to secretly raise funds for me."

Andre suddenly understood, and the two discussed some specific details of the operation.

As for Sandro, who broke up with Andre, he was definitely not so honest.

As a bronze-level killer personally developed by Cohen, Sandro hardly hesitated. After finding a free opportunity, he reported everything that happened here to Cohen.

Cohen in the study, looking at the message sent by Sandro, felt a chill in his heart.

Shazo, Andre, are they finally ready to take action?

Very well, let's get rid of them all at once!

After finishing reading Sandro's detailed action plan for the Grand Duke of the South, Cohen quickly received a message from the Grand Duke of the West, Faginhan.

It was almost identical to what Sandro had said.

Andre had already agreed with him that as soon as they received news of the Grand Duke of the South raising troops, the West would immediately join in.

Faginhan was now asking for Cohen's opinion, as he couldn't figure out what Cohen's purpose was.

Cohen gave him a location and told him to wait there, and to bring weapons and equipment for an extra thousand soldiers; he didn't need to worry about anything else.

Although Faginhan was completely confused, he had been caught red-handed by the other party and obediently followed Cohen's instructions.

After finishing all this, Cohen got up and stretched, a chilling glint appearing in his eyes as he murmured:

"Let the blood of legends and saints herald the return of the King of Effiein!"

… …

Inside the Effiein Hall of Parliament, three groups of people stood distinctly apart.

The Cabinet, led by Prime Minister Angus, was on the left.

The Senate, led by Prince Haug, was on the right.

The direct members of the Corleone royal family, led by Fred Corleone, stood in the center.

Adair sat high on the throne, which naturally made the members of the Corleone royal family slightly dissatisfied.

Fred Corleone, the royal family member who had previously tried to plead for Vaughn Collins and was kicked out by Adair, was the most senior and prestigious member of the existing Corleone bloodline.

Cohen and Adair both had to call him 'Great Uncle'.

Great Uncle Fred seemed to still remember the grudge from last time, and before Adair could speak, he asked:

"Your Highness, where is His Majesty?"

Adair's voice was cold:

"His Majesty is busy; he will not be attending this meeting."

Fred continued to make things difficult:

"If His Majesty doesn't show up, it doesn't seem appropriate for Your Highness to sit in that position, lest it cause controversy.

Oh, no other meaning, it's just that I just received intelligence from the South, and the slogan shouted by the rebel Krug seems to be aimed at Her Majesty the Queen."

Adair's voice remained calm:

"If Prince Fred has any objections, I can call His Majesty out and you can ask him yourself if he agrees with me sitting here!"

Fred's expression froze; everyone knew that Cohen was the child you were raising, so asking was pointless.

Fred snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Adair sat upright on the throne, her gaze sweeping over the ministers and dignitaries, and said in a deep voice:

"Since we're mentioning His Majesty, then I'll announce something first: His Majesty will be leaving Florence for a while recently. He will no longer attend the Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting in a few days.

Everyone should be mentally prepared."

As soon as Adair said this, the Hall of Parliament immediately erupted.

The Queen was actually going to send His Majesty away?

Where was she sending him?

At this time, at this crucial juncture, directly making His Majesty disappear, what exactly did Adair want to do?

Various complex, shocked, and incomprehensible gazes intertwined.

Could it be that Her Highness the Queen was really preparing to usurp the throne?

Adair was oblivious to these people's doubts and speculations, as she had long been scolded as the she-wolf of the Angrian family, the vixen who stole her husband's throne.

As long as Cohen understood her, Adair didn't care about the doubts of these weaklings.

Seeing that Adair had no intention of explaining to everyone, the ministers, who were already deeply aware of this Queen's style, stopped discussing.

They just kept this matter deeply in their hearts, secretly pondering the Queen's intentions behind doing so.

After finishing speaking about this matter, Adair immediately spoke about the most important thing:

"Everyone should already know what's going on.

Some people may know it more clearly, but I'll just say it simply.

Cliff Gunter, the heir to the South, is dead, and as a result, the South will launch a rebellion.

Mr. Fred already knows this information, and I also have relevant information here.

Florence is about to hold the Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting. How should we respond to this sudden incident? Let's discuss it."

Everyone whispered to each other, and most people looked at a middle-aged man in the Cabinet who looked a little flustered.

Baron Seton, the Minister of Four Territories Affairs, was a senior Cabinet official responsible for maintaining peace and stability in the four territories, contacting the Grand Dukes and their families in the southeast, northwest, and northeast of Effiein, handling public affairs related to the four territories, and supervising the abnormal behavior of the four Grand Dukes to ensure that the Corleone royal family's position and power were not challenged and threatened by the four most powerful Grand Dukes in the country.

The rebellion in the South made Seton feel endless pressure coming at him, and he had to endure the scrutinizing gazes from the ministers.

Before Adair could ask, Seton immediately took the initiative to speak:

"Your Highness, according to my observation, the South has long harbored disloyal intentions. Grand Duke Krug of the South has been secretly communicating with the Ceylon Kingdom.

Most of the South's foreign trade is also related to the Ceylon Kingdom.

It's just that I haven't been able to find conclusive evidence, so I didn't report it. This is my dereliction of duty, please punish me, Your Highness!"

Seton was indeed an old fox. He openly said that it was his responsibility, his problem, but in reality, he was saying that the rebellion in the South had nothing to do with Her Highness the Queen; it was entirely because Krug, that old fellow, was blinded by greed and wanted to rebel.

Moreover, he had been flirting with foreign forces for a long time and was a veritable treacherous minister and traitor.

In this way, at least Her Highness the Queen would occupy the high ground of public opinion, and sending troops to quell the rebellion would be justified.

Sure enough, after Seton finished speaking his seemingly apologetic words, Adair only told him to maintain good relations with the other three territories and pay attention to the situation in the South, without taking any action against him.

After Seton finished speaking, the atmosphere in the Hall of Parliament also became much more lively, and people offered some suggestions, one after another.

It was nothing more than quickly organizing troops and suppressing the matter before it escalated, preferably before the Northwest Regional Exchange Meeting was held.

In the eyes of many people, the South was simply hitting a stone with an egg.

Not to mention that the entire South had at most one or two thousand 'Basic Level' troops, but even in terms of the number of high-level transcendents, the other side only had two legends, one of whom was crippled by Adair herself more than a year ago.

Moreover, the South and the capital were separated by several military strongholds.

The most solid military fortress among them, the Bastion Fortress, was built to prevent the invasion of the Ceylon Kingdom from the south.

Now, it could also be used to resist the rebellion in the South.

The Bastion Fortress was famous for its unique bastion structure. Each bastion was equipped with more than ten high-level mages and sharpshooters.

The highest point of the fortress was also equipped with "Magic Cannons" comparable to forbidden-level spells.

Effiein only had five of these magic cannons in total.

Each shot required the consumption of a top-grade magic crystal stone, which could be described as a perfect weapon for defense and siege.

More than 10,000 "Basic Level" troops were also stationed in the fortress.

Just wanting to conquer this fortress would cost the South a huge price.

Whether from a military, political, or economic perspective, the South had no advantage.

The only thing to worry about was that the South was very close to the Ceylon Kingdom, and if the Ceylon Kingdom secretly intervened, the situation would become much more complicated.

However, there were still ways to deal with it.

After the ministers discussed it, they took two actions.

First, they sent a royal guard team of one thousand "Regular Level" combat power and three "Basic Level" combat power standing armies, totaling thirty-one thousand people, led by a legendary elder to the Bastion Fortress to annihilate the Southern rebels under the fortress.

Second, they sent a letter to the Western Region Empire, which had always been friendly with Effiein, requesting the Western Region Empire to send people to the Ceylon Kingdom to monitor them and prevent them from interfering in Effiein's internal affairs.

With these two measures, solving the rebellion in the South would not be a problem.

Of course, there were also subsequent matters such as appeasing the South, dealing with the rebels, and eliminating the Grand Duke of the South's forces in Effiein, etc., which also needed to be discussed.

After the long meeting ended, the ministers who had obtained the results felt a little more at ease and left after the meeting adjourned.

After only Adair was left in the Hall of Parliament, Nephthys walked out slowly from behind and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness the Queen, your plan can begin to be implemented!"