My queen is rebelling!

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Sandro's voice landed, and the aura of a Legend rank soared into the sky, announcing his existence to the entire arena.

Legend rank, another Legend.

Legend ranks, usually elusive, were now popping up one after another.

Feeling the pressure of the Legend rank aura, Sandro's expression changed drastically. As far as he knew, there were no Legend ranks in the Effien "Pale Wing" branch!

Who exactly was the speaker!

Sandro wasn't the only one who wanted to know the answer; everyone turned their gaze.

Mr. Modo came out of the private room, his eyes icy cold:

A coldness involuntarily arose on his back—if his father's deal with "Pale Wing" was ruined because of him, he would definitely be unable to escape punishment!

Sandro bent down and said cautiously:

"I didn't know that Inspector was here; it's truly a surprise. I was too emotional just now and misspoke. Please forgive me, Inspector.

If you have also taken a liking to this young man, our Southern Territory would never dare to compete with you.

Those were just words spoken in the heat of the moment. I hope it won't damage the friendship between us and 'Pale Wing'."

A chorus of boos erupted in the arena. The citizens of Florence watched Effien's noble, the son of a grand duke, fawning over an outsider like this, and they couldn't help but feel sorrow and a sense of inexplicable shame.

Cohen also felt a wave of nausea. This was the son of the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory?

How could he improve politics by being with these vermin?

It seemed that he needed to find an opportunity to launch a major purge in the country to unify thoughts and understanding!

Mr. Modo snorted coldly. How could Sandro's bronze body withstand the soul pressure of a Legend rank?

He was immediately struck hard, and the whole person fell down in a disheveled state.

Modo then slowly walked to Cohen and said in a deep voice:

"Someone wants to see you, talk?"

Cohen shook his head and said:

"I have something to do; maybe next time.

Also, Effien was built three thousand years ago by Lord Frey Courant, who led the Four Knights to repel the armies of liches, demons, and orcs in blood and fire.

Back then, the masters of 'Pale Wing' were just a few peddlers on the streets!

No matter how unbearable Sandro is, it's not your place to teach him a lesson!

If there's a next time, our cooperation can be declared terminated!"

As soon as the words fell, the humiliation in Sandro's heart was swept away, and he looked at Modo with anticipation.

What an ignorant brat, daring to scold a dignified Legend rank powerhouse like that! He was already imagining Cohen kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

However, to the astonishment of him and everyone else present, Mr. Modo not only didn't attack but didn't even verbally reprimand him. He just frowned, shook his head, and went back to the private room on his own.

The absurd scene left the entire arena silent.

Silence, deafening silence.

When did the people of "Pale Wing" become so easy to talk to!

Everyone stared blankly at this young man who had only just entered the Extraordinary Arena today, and for a moment, they speculated about his identity.

Back in the private room, Mr. Modo found Isabella flipping through an ancient book, and a curse couldn't help but blurt out:

"Miss, this kid is too arrogant. I think you're being too lenient with him."

Isabella replied indifferently: "Isn't what he said the truth?"

Modo's expression froze, and he said:

"The truth is one thing, but for him to say it in public like that, it's clear that he doesn't take us seriously."

Isabella waved her hand slightly:

"He has the qualifications, but his words have made me certain of one thing: he should be an Effien, even an Effien noble, and his status won't be low… Let's not talk about that. Can you tell what his occupation is?"

Modo shook his head: "I observed him closely just now, but didn't find anything special. But one thing is very strange: with such high talent, why didn't he break through to Extraordinary until now?"

Isabella closed the ancient book, a strange color appearing in her eyes, and said softly:

"I have a guess, but it still needs to be verified. It would be good to see him in action a few more times."

Modo replied: "That's not a problem. He should still be participating in the competition soon. Even if he doesn't want to participate, Raymond won't let this opportunity pass."

Isabella showed an inquiring gaze.

Modo chuckled:

"A newcomer with such amazing combat talent is a strong competitor for the [God Guard Preparatory Camp]. Raymond will definitely do his best to encourage him to continue participating!"

Isabella frowned slightly and said softly:

"[God Guard Preparatory Camp]? That selection ceremony for the War God's personal guards? But isn't that only for those under twenty…"

Isabella's words stopped abruptly, her bright eyes widened, and her tone was uncertain:

"Could it be… could it be that he…"

Modo sighed and nodded:

"That's right. I just asked the staff who registered him. He's not even 20 years old… To be precise, he's only 16 years old, just came of age."

"How much?"

Isabella's face showed a look of laughter and tears, and she really couldn't connect that mysterious person who talked to her eloquently and calmly with a 16-year-old little brother.

"I was also very surprised when I first found out, but the War God's test pillar won't be wrong. We can only say that this kid is indeed exceptionally talented!"