My queen is rebelling!

Among them, Barry, who was standing at the very front, felt it the most!

The pressure this beautiful elf lady was giving her was even greater than Ivan's!

His heart was filled with countless doubts and astonishment at this moment.

Wasn't this Gold-tier elf the mysterious young man's lover?

Why did she suddenly appear here?

Was it a coincidence, or was it intentional?

If a Gold-tier was really on the other side, then the situation tonight would immediately become complicated.

After rapid thinking accompanied by silent silence, Barry spoke slowly with respect and flattery, saying:

"Respected Elf, I am the Vice President of the 'Cultivation Society'. Is there anything I can help you with?

We are dealing with a city-state rebellion. If there is anything that affects you, please bear with us!

After things are over, the President will personally come to your door to apologize!"

Winsader lightly raised her eyebrows. Facing Barry's deliberate flattery and compliments, the words she spoke made the latter's heart tremble:

"There are indeed some things I need help with. Hmm, I hope you go and die yourself. I don't want to waste my arrows on a Silver-tier!"

As soon as the words fell, Barry felt the blood all over his body freeze. His mouth was wide open, and the terrified sound was stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

The hundred or so transcendents behind Barry looked at the beautiful elf in the field with even more fear.

In the Demon Tide Continent, the gap in level is a chasm, a ravine, and the crushing of higher life levels on lower life levels.

The Gold-tier, for these first and second-tier transcendents, is like an ant seeing the blue sky.

It is an invincible and irresistible existence.

Perhaps there are geniuses who can fight beyond their level, but it will definitely not happen to them.

Ivan Petrov, the highest-level transcendent in the city-state, is only a Gold-tier, and he is still a [Landlord] who is not good at fighting, and he can suppress a city.

Now, facing this [Elf Ranger] who is also a Gold-tier, no one dares to act rashly.

Barry suppressed the shock and fear in his heart, took a few steps back slightly, and said urgently to Saffron beside him:

"Quickly send a message to the President..."

Before he could finish speaking, a clear and long string sound rang out in the noisy rain, the sound seemed to reach deep into people's souls, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

An emerald green light lit up from the longbow in Winsader's hand, and then shot out like lightning, breaking through the rain curtain with a fierce aura.

Barry didn't have any reaction time at all, and the arrow had already accurately hit his chest.

Everything happened in a flash. Barry didn't even feel any pain. He only felt that the strength all over his body was being drawn away little by little. His eyes widened, looking at Saffron, who was motionless beside him, and a strange thought popped into his mind—

Facing a Gold-tier enemy, why didn't Saffron, who has always been cautious and timid, show any fear on her face?

Unfortunately, he was destined not to get the answer to this question. The sharp arrow made of pure magic in front of his chest slowly dissipated, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his life came to an abrupt end at this moment.

A large amount of silver light peeled off from Barry's corpse and scattered on the muddy ground, appearing extremely dazzling in the hazy and blurred rainy night.

Saffron's face began to show a look of panic at this time, and she roared at Hunt, who was already frightened beside her:

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't you want to stay here and die for nothing?"

Hunt woke up from his dream, his face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged. He roared at the guard team and the Cultivation Society members behind him:

"Withdraw! Withdraw now!"

Winsader glanced at Hunt and others who were fleeing in panic, raised her longbow again, and several more emerald green lights lit up.

There were bursts of screams from the crowd.

A round of arrow rain took the lives of more than a dozen Bronze-tier transcendents.

Winsader's slender fingers kept plucking on the bowstring, as if the Grim Reaper was playing a requiem.

Winsader's selected targets were very accurate, and the arrows were aimed at those Bronze-tier transcendents.

The massacre ended quickly, leaving the corpses of a hundred or so transcendents, including Barry, on the muddy ground.

The rest, led by Saffron, kept their lives and retreated in panic.

Winsader looked at the retreating figures of Saffron and Hunt, and slowly put away her longbow.

She glanced at the "Farmer" and the peasant rebel army behind her, who were also stunned, and said calmly:

"No one will stop you. Follow your plan and continue moving forward."

As soon as the words fell, the whole person turned into an emerald light and disappeared in place.

The "Farmer" took a few deep breaths and shouted:

"Brothers, the first target is the armory. After changing weapons and equipment, let's go and occupy the 'Cultivation Society's' facilities in the city!"

"Charge!"

… …

Saffron took Hunt to a safe area.

Hunt's body was still shaking, and he asked:

"Lord Saffron, the… the people didn't chase after us, did they?"

Saffron glanced remotely and said:

"No, it seems they disdain to kill us."

Hunt's body softened when he heard Saffron's words, and he collapsed on the ground.

As a second-generation ancestor, tonight's experience was really painful for him. If it weren't for the instinct to survive, he would have collapsed into a pile of mud long ago.

Saffron felt a trace of contempt in her heart. How could this kind of waste be able to get into the leadership of the guard team?

It's really sad.

He sorted out his emotions, looked at Hunt in front of him, and said in a strange tone:

"The President has already taken people to ambush at the West City Gate. The Executive Government is guarded by Reis and Cornell.

The next question is, where should we go?"

Hunt was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly:

"What does the Lord mean…"

Saffron said quietly:

"These two places I mentioned are about to become battlefields for transcendents.

Even if we take this group of ordinary people behind us, we can't help much.

What do you think?"

Hunt slowly recovered from his panic and carefully tasted the meaning in Saffron's words.

Soon, his eyes lit up and he said:

"Lord Saffron, we encountered a Gold-tier attack on the way and suffered heavy casualties. In order to avoid being completely annihilated, we should break up and retreat separately, how about that?"

Saffron looked like you were very sensible and said:

"I also have this intention. Why don't we each go back… retreat separately and reunite after the battle situation is clear?"

Hunt was overjoyed and quickly said:

"Okay, okay, but we still need to send someone to inform the President.

The sudden attack by that group of mysterious people must have changed the situation. The President and the others may also be blocked. We must remind them in time."

Saffron nodded, her eyes wandered among the crowd fleeing in embarrassment, and she quickly found a member who was seriously injured and weak, and said:

"You, go to the West City Gate to report to the President, and tell them that we were attacked by a Gold-tier elf in the process of intercepting the peasant rebel army."

"Lord Barrie heroically sacrificed himself on the spot, and the rest of us suffered heavy casualties. To avoid complete annihilation, Hunter and I decided to retreat separately.

Understood?"

The man nodded and went to the city gate to inform Ivan, as instructed by Saffron.

After the messenger left, Saffron and Hunter exchanged a glance, both relieved.

Regardless of what might happen tonight, their mission was complete, and they could go home and sleep soundly.

With a Gold-rank powerhouse on the enemy side, their actions could hardly be considered desertion.

On the contrary, they had preserved Ivan's forces and should be commended.

Free from the fear of death, Hunter pondered how to record the night's battle report, wanting to embellish his performance and avoid appearing as if he had fled in terror at the sight of Barrie's death.

With that in mind, he left with the security team without even saying goodbye to Saffron.

Saffron watched Hunter's departing figure, a strange smile appearing on his lips. He waved his hand, signaling everyone to return home to their families.

The main force of the Society that came this time were combat members aiming to break through to Transcendence, and they had already suffered heavy casualties under Winsarde's deliberate targeting.

The remaining members were ordinary people who usually handled logistics, and they were terrified by Winsarde's ruthless methods shortly after the battle began.

If it weren't for Saffron, a Silver-rank Transcendent, holding the line, these people would have scattered like birds.

Now, seeing Saffron's gesture, these frightened people felt they had followed the right leader.

They breathed a collective sigh of relief, took off their blood-stained and muddy uniforms, and scattered in all directions.

Everyone was just working for a salary, and there was no need to risk their lives for irrelevant matters.

Soon, only Saffron remained. Suddenly, the smile on his lips froze as a slender figure appeared before him.

It was this seemingly frail figure that had caused the deaths and injuries of over a hundred Transcendants.

Saffron took a few steps forward and bowed cautiously, saying:

"My Lord, do you have any other instructions?"

Winsarde said calmly:

"He asked me to tell you that your next task, along with Oliver, is to protect the seed warehouses and research bases managed by you five 【Agricultural Scientists】.

That includes the experienced tillers and farmers under your command. You two need to take over these people and things as soon as possible.

Lest Ivan become desperate and destroy these assets."

Saffron's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected Oliver, with his thick eyebrows and large eyes, to betray the revolution as well.

He hadn't noticed that. What conditions had this mysterious sir offered him?

Saffron skillfully concealed his thoughts, saying respectfully:

"I know what to do. Please tell the sir that I will diligently complete the mission.

But…"

Saffron hesitated, the words reaching his lips but not spoken.

Winsarde understood what he meant—

If I complete the task, will you fulfill your promise?

Winsarde waved her hand, and a bottle of brilliant golden liquid appeared.

Saffron felt the aura of a potion emanating from the liquid, as well as the alluring luster similar to what he remembered. His breath hitched, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Is it… is it 'Wealth I'?"

A Silver-rank 【Agricultural Scientist】 in the "Agrarian Sequence" needs to consume "Wealth I" at the Fourth Order to break through to the Fifth Order and become a Gold-rank 【Landlord】.

At the Fifth Order, they consume "Research II" to break through to the Sixth Order.

At the Sixth Order, they consume "Private Property I" and "Greed I" to break through to Silver-rank, advancing to 【Landlord】.

Saffron had been lingering at the Fourth Order for many years, and his physical fitness and willpower had long been ready to consume the next-level potion.

However, Ivan had been closely guarding against him, never revealing even a hint of the potion's combination or formula.

Of course, Saffron hadn't been sitting idly by and had already begun secretly collecting relevant information.

Years of investigation had yielded some results. He had learned the name of the potion needed to advance to the next level—"Wealth I"—but he had no clue about the formula.

He had once seen "Wealth I" from afar at an auction in the "Mystic Continent".

Now, seeing what Winsarde held in her hand, and thinking about the deal they had discussed earlier, Saffron felt his heart pounding.

Winsarde played with the bottle in her hand, saying:

"It seems to be called that. He concocted it these past few days.

He said that if you perform well, this will be yours after everything is over."

Saffron immediately straightened up, his tone unusually firm:

"Please tell the sir that the 'Tiller City-State's' five major agricultural research bases will not suffer a single damage!

The five major seeds will not suffer the slightest loss!

Including those experienced tillers and farmers, I guarantee they will wait peacefully to welcome the City-State's new master!"

After saying that, Saffron seemed to have made up his mind and added:

"Barrie is dead. I will send people to take over his research base tonight!"

This last sentence was a clear statement of allegiance.

Without any orders or instructions from Ivan, he was going to take over Barrie's forces. Once Koen and the others' actions failed,

Saffron would definitely not escape Ivan's subsequent reckoning.

Saffron's actions were equivalent to betting his entire being on Koen's side.

Having survived among tens of thousands to be favored by Ivan and granted the potion to break through to Bronze-rank, Saffron naturally had extraordinary qualities.

He would never hesitate when it came to going all in. He had understood over the years that Ivan treated him as nothing more than a beast of burden, a slave.

The so-called breakthroughs to the Fourth and Fifth Orders were just carrots dangling in front of him, impossible to obtain.

Rather than that, it was better to take a gamble and try a new boss.

To be able to make a Gold-rank elf beauty willingly become a concubine, this boss's level was undoubtedly much higher than Ivan's.

He was betting on it!

Moreover, there was Oliver, a competitor, watching him covetously. If he didn't show his value, he might be surpassed by that treacherous grandson.

When it came to betraying one's master for personal gain, one either didn't do it, or one had to sell out faster and more ruthlessly than others in order to get a good price.

In short, no one who could survive in the 'Lost Lands' was a good person.

Saffron's words, which were equivalent to a pledge of allegiance, surprised Winsarde slightly. She hadn't expected this unremarkable Fourth-Order Transcendent to have such great courage.

She nodded and said:

"I will tell him about your performance tonight. Do your job well."

As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared without a trace.

Saffron took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.