My queen is rebelling!

Chapter 115 Dangerous Beauty, Belmodt. Vineyard (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival xdm!)

Facing the somewhat dazed Planck, Cohen's gaze was very calm.

Planck was stunned for a full minute before he recovered and said:

“Aren’t you afraid that I will force you to reveal the solution?”

Cohen chuckled:

“Then dare you believe it?”

Planck relit his extinguished cigar and said:

“Interesting little guy, the source of your confidence shouldn't be that golden-tier Winged Elf.

Who is it then?”

Planck's gaze passed over Cohen and looked at the three thousand Tigerish Troops behind Arnold.

“Could they be a ‘conventional’ army?”

Cohen smiled and didn't answer, saying:

“Rather than this, I’m more curious, have you seen your witch's true appearance?

I heard that her face is always hidden in the shadows, and many people say that her face was disfigured by the sequelae of the magic potion. Is it true?”

A hint of horror flashed in Planck's eyes, but he quickly concealed his emotions and said indifferently:

“If you have the guts, meet the witch later and ask her yourself.

See if she will spare you a complete corpse for the sake of your head still being valuable!”

Cohen shrugged indifferently. His conversation with Planck had already given him enough information, and now he was full of confidence in his cooperation with the Cursed Witch.

Back in the team, several eye-catching beauties were gathered together, whispering something.

Cohen retorted mercilessly:

“Miss Windrunner, I must point out a very obvious mistake in your words.

A woman who is several hundred years old doesn't seem to have anything to do with being young!”

Winsadrill was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. The covered face was immediately stained with anger, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to get angry.

Cohen lightly threw out two words:

“Sunken Crypt, Barrier!”

Winsadrill immediately stopped fighting, glaring at Cohen fiercely with her beautiful eyes, muttering in her mouth, obviously having greeted Cohen countless times.

Nefertis sighed softly, pulled Winsadrill away, and began to comfort her in a low voice.

Winsadrill's face improved a lot, and she said angrily:

“I really don’t know why so many good girls follow a man with no manners.”

Nefertis repeatedly gave Cohen winks. Cohen moved his lips and didn't refute the elven lady anymore.

As expected, the Mind Mage is worthy of being like a “political commissar”, playing an irreplaceable role in maintaining the internal harmony and stability of the team.

The group talked and laughed, and soon came to the Mysterious Continent.

……

At the northernmost end of the Mysterious Continent, there is a majestic mountain, like a loyal guard, guarding the sequencers' “Garden of Life”.

At the top of the mountain, there is also a towering wizard tower.

The tower body is built of black basalt that emits a mysterious luster, and the top is a huge ink-colored crystal ball, which shimmers with a faint blue light in the sun.

A faint mist permeates the surroundings, like a dream, making everyone who wants to approach the wizard tower unconsciously lose their way.

The gate of the wizard tower is an archway shining with silver light, surrounded by floating rune stone slabs. The stone slabs are arranged according to specific constellations, emitting powerful magical fluctuations.

Planck stopped the boat at the foot of the mountain and said gruffly:

“The witch wants to see you alone. Let your people wait here first, and you can go up by yourself.”

Cohen gave Arnold and Winsadrill a few words each, and stepped into the mountain alone.

Climbing a mountain is not a difficult task for Cohen, who is already close to the Silver tier.

The only obstacle is the faint mist that emanates from the wizard tower at any time.

The moment Cohen stepped into the mist, he seemed to have entered a hazy dream, with wisps of mist floating in front of his eyes.

At first, he could still vaguely distinguish the winding mountain road ahead and the blurred outlines of the trees on both sides, but as he went deeper, everything around him was obscured, and the visibility was only a few steps away.

The tall trees loomed in the mist, like silent ghosts, and he had to be careful and cautious every step he took.

Cohen tried to use extraordinary power to dispel these mists, but to no avail.

He raised his head slightly, and the towering wizard tower was clearly visible. Cohen understood that this was the witch's test for him.

As for why she designed such a test, Cohen didn't know.

However, he knew that if he couldn't even climb her wizard tower, then the cooperation he mentioned in the letter would naturally come to nothing.

Soon, even the ground under his feet was shrouded in mist, becoming ethereal.

When Cohen was completely immersed in a white expanse, his vision suddenly widened, but the scene that appeared made his scalp tingle.

His front, back, left, and right were now completely empty, all of which were bottomless abysses, with only a floating stone under his feet.

Cohen was expressionless and continued to walk forward firmly, without fear.

Taking the first step, a violent feeling of weightlessness came, and the sound of howling wind rang in his ears. Cohen remained unmoved and continued to take the second step.

Soon, the illusion of the abyss disappeared, and he was surrounded by a rich fragrance.

The surrounding mist gradually dissipated, revealing a beautiful garden in front of him.

A group of graceful women loomed in the garden, wearing light veils as thin as cicada wings, and their delicate faces were like walking out of a painting.

One of the women walked gently, her eyes as clear as autumn water, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes carried all kinds of amorous feelings. Her cherry-red lips made a silver-bell-like, pleasant laugh.

The woman gently took Cohen's hand, and the soft, boneless touch made his heart tremble. The other women also gathered around, either dancing gracefully or gently plucking the strings, creating a scene of extreme bliss.

Cohen, however, watched these illusions with great interest. They were beautiful, but unfortunately not at the same level as Queen Sister, and could not move Cohen's mind at all.

Before long, the beautiful illusion disappeared, darkness instantly enveloped his vision, and a strong sense of oppression hit him. The surroundings were full of endless darkness.

As a sharp scream rang in his ears, Cohen's body suddenly felt as if it was being burned by an invisible flame, and every inch of his skin felt excruciating pain.

The muscles all over his body seemed to be frantically pulled and twisted by countless demon hands, and the bones were also being hammered one by one as if by a heavy hammer.

Pain surged like a tide, as if a pair of big hands tightly grasped his throat, making every breath extremely difficult.

An astonishing determination surfaced in Cohen's eyes. It seemed that the pain he was suffering had no effect on him whatsoever, and he continued to walk forward with steady steps.

Finally, the illusion vanished, the darkness receded, and a towering wizard's tower appeared directly in front of him.

On either side of the silver archway stood two tall and heavy iron golems, their surfaces covered with irregular纹路. Their heads were simple, blocky carvings with deep-set eye sockets, inside which flickered a dark red light, like the flames of a mysterious fire.

Two ninth-tier iron golems!

Cohen was slightly startled, gaining a deeper understanding of the Curse Witch's power.

No wonder a woman could dominate the 'Lost Land'. These two gatekeeper golems alone were a testament to that.

The two iron golems seemed to have received some instruction. The dark red light in their eye sockets flickered once and turned green.

Then, they slowly moved to the sides, opening the gate.

Cohen stepped through the gate and entered the interior of the wizard's tower, which was a huge library.

The bookshelves were as high as ten meters, filled with all kinds of magic potion and spell books. Occasionally, faint phantoms would drift out from the pages.

The air was filled with a mixture of the scent of old paper and mysterious potions.

Many women in black robes were standing or sitting around, reading books.

Seeing a strange masked man enter, they all cast curious glances.

Around the library were laboratories. Through the transparent glass windows, one could see many precious magic potion ingredients that were rarely seen outside, arranged neatly.

Various uniquely shaped glass utensils were placed on the tables, filled with colorful and mysterious liquids. Emerald-colored magical flames danced on the experiment tables, making "sizzling" sounds, and female lab assistants in white coats walked back and forth from time to time.

Passing through the library and the laboratories, a spiral staircase wound upwards, the handrails carved with statues of various magical beast heads.

Night-luminescent pearls were embedded in the walls of each floor, and the soft light illuminated the staircase. With each floor he ascended, he could feel a deeper magical aura.

At the same time, the "Coin of Misfortune" in his arms became increasingly hot.

Cohen discovered that there was a silver-tier peak iron golem guarding every five floors. Each time Cohen arrived at a floor, the red light in the golem's eyes would turn green and make way.

He didn't know how long he walked, but finally, the spiral staircase came to an end, and a wide, luxurious door stood in front of him.

Cohen looked up slightly. Above the door was a ferocious beast head. After searching his memory, he couldn't determine what kind of magical beast it was.

Without waiting too long, the door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

Cohen did not hesitate at all and strode in.

What came into view was a spacious and high hall. The dome was like an inverted starry sky, inlaid with gems that shimmered with magical light, as if real stars were twinkling overhead.

The ground was entirely paved with smooth magic crystal, and with every step, one could feel the magic power gently surging beneath their feet.

Mysterious tapestries hung on the walls, embroidered with various magical scenes, all depicting ancient sequencers experimenting with drugs and studying magic potion recipes.

Cohen turned his gaze. In the very center of the hall, a majestic magic throne was suspended.

The throne was carved from aged magical wood, covered with complex runes. The back of the chair was towering, and the top was decorated with a black phoenix spreading its wings as if about to fly. The phoenix eyes were two top-quality magic crystals, emitting a deep light.

At this time, the throne was empty. Cohen looked around and walked to the tapestry, examining the scenes depicted on it.

Before long, a hoarse, lazy voice came from behind Cohen:

"You claim that we violate human moral and ethical standards and conduct insane magic potion human experiments.

You describe us as inhuman demons, the culprits who trample on human dignity and life.

But in fact, the path of taking magic potions to advance to transcendence is inherited from the ancestors of you mainland humans.

All we do is prevent the inheritance from being cut off, but we are slandered by you as a blasphemy against human civilization.

You accuse us of disregarding the lives of the weak and ordinary people, but you don't know that what you mainland humans do is a hundred times more sordid and filthy than what we do. It's just that you have the power to speak!"

Cohen turned his gaze. Above the suspended throne, a woman's figure had appeared at some point.

The woman slowly got up and walked towards Cohen.

She had a cascade of purple curly hair that fell to her waist, shimmering with a mysterious luster in the light.

Her face was completely hidden in the shadows, and she could not be seen clearly at all.

She wore a gorgeous deep purple robe, embroidered with mysterious runes in gold thread. As she walked, the robe fluttered, and her graceful figure swayed in the light and shadow, exuding a captivating and dangerous charm with every move she made.

Cohen meticulously performed a salute:

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Witch."

The Lord of Sequences, Legendary Tier [Curse Witch] Belmodi Winyard, stared deeply at Cohen, seemingly wanting to see through this person's true identity through the mask.

Belmodi's voice slowly sounded:

"The scenes you experienced when you went up the mountain are the torment that every sequencer must endure when taking magic potions.

In order to reduce the unnecessary casualties of my sisters, I specially set up this formation.

I hope that every sequencer who takes magic potions can come here to test their endurance before making the decision to choose this path.

But even so, the success rate of sequencers taking magic potions is still less than half.

Every year, as many as a thousand sequencers die from taking magic potions.

Do you understand what I mean?"

Cohen's expression was solemn, and he replied in a deep voice:

"I understand. On the one hand, sequencers have to endure human criticism and expulsion, and on the other hand, they have to endure huge risks.

It is truly admirable and touching that Your Excellency the Witch can provide them with a place to live in the 'Lost Land'."

Belmodi turned a deaf ear to Cohen's flattery and said in a cold voice:

"Sweet words are useless to me. If what you wrote in your letter was just to attract my attention, then you can leave the 'Coin of Misfortune' and leave yourself."

Cohen's eyes moved slightly, with a playful smile, and said:

"There are many things I said in the letter. Which one are you referring to, Your Excellency the Witch?

Solving the fatal trouble on [Navigator] Planck?

Helping you test several new magic potion formulas?

Or helping sequencers improve the success rate of taking magic potions?

Oh, and there's one more thing I didn't say in the letter, but it may be more important to you!

That thing you care about most—curing your face?"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire hall was shrouded in a cold aura, and boundless chilliness was transmitted along Belmodi's gaze, penetrating from the skin all the way to the bone marrow!