My queen is rebelling!

The spaceship stopped near the outer edges of the "Lost Land."

Mevius couldn't possibly fly the spaceship and swagger into the human continent.

The two got off the spaceship together, and at Cohen's suggestion, disguised themselves as an ordinary noble couple, preparing to enter the Kingdom of Ceylon from the outskirts of the "Lost Land."

Mevius made no attempt to hide the suspicion on her face, staring at Cohen with her beautiful eyes for a long while before asking quietly:

"Why do we have to pretend to be a couple?

I suspect you're trying to take advantage of me!"

Cohen replied with a straight face:

"Besides a young couple, what other identity do you think is suitable for us?

Siblings?

Mother and son?

We don't have the same origin of aura and bloodline fluctuations, so using this kind of familial identity would easily be seen through.

The capital of the Kingdom of Ceylon is heavily guarded, and once our false identities are discovered, our plan will be difficult to succeed.

Or else, a young master and his concubine?

A noble and his mistress?

An eloping young lady and her male servant…"

Mevius frowned, saying repeatedly:

"Stop, stop, stop!

It's getting more and more outrageous.

A couple it is, then. I'll let you take a verbal advantage.

Let's talk business. How do you plan to retrieve that 'Nation Protecting Sword'?

The residence of a kingdom's heir should at least have someone capable of fighting a legendary-tier transcendent.

We can't get it with just the two of us."

Cohen smiled confidently:

"Don't worry, I already have a plan, but we might need to use your Excellency's ability at that time.

May I ask, what level of transcendent is your ability effective against?

Hmm, it's the kind of ability that can silently turn the other person into your puppet."

Mevius glanced at Cohen deeply, feeling somewhat surprised that he was so clear about her ability.

She said:

"Below the Gold tier, I guess."

Cohen nodded:

However, after entering the city, they need to accept the full surveillance and tracking of the capital's police.

The eight gates of the capital are shrouded in huge magic arrays, monitoring the citizens coming and going.

Cohen looked at the detection array that could identify transcendent individuals from afar, comparing it in his mind with the magic array that Queen Adelle had given him.

The magic array at the city gate of the capital of the Kingdom of Ceylon was much larger, with almost no concealment.

Moreover, the energy consumed to drive the magic array was also more than the detection array made by Queen Adelle.

Comparing the two, Adelle's magic array was more suitable.

Before entering the city, Cohen and Mevius had hired a luxurious carriage. The two of them rode in the carriage towards the city gate.

As they passed through the city gate, as expected, the aura of a ninth-tier peak transcendent aroused the vigilance of the city gate guards.

This was already considered an extremely high-level transcendent, and a team of fully armed guards instantly blocked the carriage's path forward.

One of the captains, a middle-aged guard, walked to the front of the carriage, his voice loud, but also carrying a hint of politeness and respect:

"Esteemed guests, please forgive us, according to Quaysawn's regulations, high-level transcendent individuals must have someone vouch for them before they can enter the capital.

May I ask if you have someone to vouch for you?"

Cohen's voice came leisurely from inside the carriage:

"Julian Singer, he should be here soon."

The guard captain's expression changed slightly upon hearing this name, and his attitude softened a lot.

He asked respectfully:

"May I ask if this Julian Singer is the founder of the 'Singer Grand Hotel,' Baron Singer?"

Cohen's reply was simple and forceful:

"Yes."

Hearing the affirmative answer, the guard captain's expression immediately became even more respectful.

A ninth-tier transcendent, plus a well-known catering tycoon in the capital as a guarantor, the identity of the visitor must be very noble.

He said politely:

"So it's the baron's distinguished guests, we apologize for the offense.

Please follow me to the VIP room next door to rest. We have prepared a rich meal and the latest opera performance in the city for you.

Please wait a moment, and after the baron confirms your identity, you can leave on your own."

"Okay."

They even prepared a VIP room. This practice was beyond Cohen's expectations.

Cohen still appreciated Quaysawn's approach to high-level transcendent individuals.

It not only minimized the security risks brought by high-level transcendent individuals, but also prevented these high-level transcendent individuals from feeling offended by the setting of the VIP room.

Cohen felt that his "Cultivator City-State" could also learn from this approach in the future.

No wonder those leaders in his previous life liked to go out for inspections, it was indeed rewarding.

After just one trip, Cohen felt that he had benefited a lot.

The guard captain led the carriage into a luxuriously decorated hall next door.

Cohen lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked down first.

When the guard captain saw Cohen's face covered with a mask, he was slightly surprised. From the conversation just now, he knew that this distinguished guest would not be old.

But after really seeing him, he had a different feeling.

Tall and straight, dressed elegantly, with calmness and peace in his eyes.

Although this young man was wearing a mask, the aura between his gestures faintly brought him a sense of pressure. The visitor must be a person of power who had been in a high position for a long time.

However, when he saw the female companion coming out of the carriage, he was even more surprised.

After Cohen got out of the carriage, he bowed slightly and stretched out his hand towards the carriage.

Soon, a fair and slender hand with distinct joints stretched out from the carriage and gently rested on Cohen's palm.

Cohen firmly grasped Mevius's slender hand and welcomed her out of the carriage.

The guard captain looked at the stunningly beautiful face that appeared in front of him, his heart skipping a beat.

Could the ninth-tier transcendent that the monitoring array had just detected be this beautiful woman?

Having a ninth-tier peak partner, this young man's identity was truly intriguing.

Seeing Cohen looking over, he quickly turned his gaze away and led the way forward, guiding the two to the VIP hall.

After the guard captain left, Mevius said somewhat puzzled:

"Is it necessary to be so flamboyant?"

Mevius naturally knew how much damage her appearance could do to ordinary people. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, her original plan was to either wear a mask like Cohen or disguise herself with makeup.

As a result, Cohen asked her to appear with her normal appearance.

Cohen smiled lightly and said:

"What's wrong? Isn't it a bit of a pity not to let people see such a beautiful face?"

Mevius stared at Cohen without moving, and the latter spread his hands:

"Why don't you have any sense of humor? I'm just joking to liven up the atmosphere."

Seeing that Mevius was showing signs of getting angry, he stopped smiling and said:

"Taking the 'Nation Protecting Sword' is not difficult for me.

The difficulty lies in how we can get away smoothly after the other party discovers that the 'Nation Protecting Sword' has been stolen."

Mevius nodded slightly. She had long heard that the "Lord of Shadows" had a skill that allowed him to enter a sub-dimension to travel.

Using this skill to steal the "Nation Protecting Sword" was indeed easy.

Cohen continued:

"The 'Nation Protecting Sword' is the founding marshal's personal sword, and it's also a legendary-tier magic equipment.

It is a 'national treasure' level weapon of the Kingdom of Ceylon.

The various protections and tracking measures arranged on it must be very strict.

We can't crack them in a short time, so even if we can get the sword, we can't take it out safely."

Mevius nodded in agreement and asked:

"What good idea do you have?"

Cohen quickly said:

"Of course, it's to make this Third Prince willingly take out the sword!

Well, simply put, I plan to hold an unprecedented auction in the capital, Quaysawn!

I heard that this Third Prince of the Kingdom of Ceylon has a soft spot for beautiful women and often can't control his lower body.

If the auctioneer of this auction is a mysterious, powerful, and beautiful woman, do you think the probability of him taking the bait will be higher?"

Mevius's beautiful eyes shone with brilliance, and she quickly asked the key question:

"What level of auction can attract a prince of a kingdom to take out the founding marshal's sword in exchange?"

Cohen's lips curled up slightly, keeping it a secret:

"Temporarily confidential, but I can give you a hint, the things I want to auction are related to 'God-Demon Equipment'!"

God-Demon Equipment!

The words that came out of Cohen's mouth shocked Mevius, a seasoned intelligence officer.

God-Demon Equipment, that was passed down from ancient times, and it was standardized equipment that could be used by "elite" level or higher troops.

Currently, only the five empires each master a method of making "God-Demon Equipment."

Could it be that Cohen has one in his hands?

Mevius couldn't hide the shock in her beautiful eyes.

Mevius was not wrong about this.

Cohen naturally had God-Demon Equipment in his hands, it was the manufacturing blueprint for the "Star Guardian Armor" that he found in the "Phantasm Corpse User" lair.

The main reason why Cohen came to the "Lost Land" was to contact the dwarves and ask them to help build the "Star Guardian Armor".

Using this manufacturing blueprint to create a half-true blueprint, he didn't have to worry about Saxon not taking the bait.

A commotion came from outside the door, and the two stopped talking at the same time.

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed as a wealthy merchant walked in, surrounded by several people.

Baron Julian Singer, a catering tycoon and asset crocodile in Quaysawn.

The Singer chain of hotels almost monopolized the entire catering industry in the capital, and many people said that there was a prince of the royal family standing behind him.

He was the money bag of that mysterious prince.

Julian frowned and looked at the couple in front of him.

This gentleman was wearing a mask, unable to see his details, and the aura on his body was also very weak, probably around the third or fourth tier.

Compared with the unremarkable man, the lady beside him was a sight to behold.

Her outstanding appearance, elegant temperament, and peak cultivation, even Baron Singer, who was well-informed, couldn't help but be attracted by Mevius's gaze.

He withdrew his gaze, came to Cohen, and said with a smile:

"You must be Mr. Yann."

Adelle, Cohen.

This was the pseudonym Cohen gave himself.

Cohen replied:

"I have long admired your name, Baron Singer."

Julian's expression was calm, unable to discern his emotions, and said:

"I have already prepared a sumptuous dinner at home, please!"

… …

Julian's wife was the daughter of an earl in the capital, she looked gentle and virtuous, and her attitude towards Cohen and the two was also very kind.

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After a satisfying meal, Julian smiled and sent the Baroness, who seemed to be pregnant, back to her room to rest, dismissing the servants and closing the door tightly.

Once only the three of them remained in the room, Julian's expression instantly turned cold. After pondering for a long time, he said in a deep voice:

"I thought that after the 'Phantasm Corpse' died, I would have no more dealings with 'Black Tomb'.

Is that sleeper with the code name 'Deep Sea', who contacted me, also one of your subordinates?"

Cohen didn't answer Julian's question, but instead examined the furnishings in the room with interest, and praised:

"I must admit, Baron, you married a very virtuous wife.

I heard that she is also the daughter of an Earl. You are truly fortunate!"

Julian's expression turned cold, and his voice faintly revealed anger:

"It seems you should first state your identity!"

Cohen casually took out a golden mask and threw it to the other party, smiling as he said:

"'Black Tomb' golden assassin exclusive mask. The 'Phantasm Corpse' should have taught you the verification method."

Julian was shocked. A golden assassin?

The other party was actually a golden assassin, but the aura on his body didn't seem like a Gold-tier transcendent!

Julian took the mask and used his 'Black Tomb' dedicated communication stone to verify it.

He discovered that the other party was indeed not lying, and was indeed a golden assassin from 'Black Tomb'—the golden 'Shadow'.

Julian no longer doubted Cohen's identity, returned the mask to the other party, and said calmly:

"The 'Phantasm Corpse' was actually willing to tell 'Black Tomb' the identities of people like us. He was much more loyal to 'Black Tomb' than I imagined."

Cohen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he asked:

"Us?

Did the 'Phantasm Corpse' develop other people in the royal capital?"

Julian shook his head and said:

"I'm not sure, but based on my understanding of the 'Phantasm Corpse', he wouldn't feel at ease leaving me alone in Kuesang. At the very least, he would leave two people to monitor me."

Cohen's heart stirred slightly. It seemed that the relationship between Julian and the 'Phantasm Corpse' was not as harmonious as he had imagined.

However, Julian was wrong about this. At least in the Kingdom of Ceylon, the 'Phantasm Corpse' only planted Julian as a pawn.

He suppressed the thoughts in his heart and continued:

"From what you're saying, it seems you want to get off the 'Black Tomb' ship?"

A gloomy look appeared on Julian's face, and he replied in a solemn voice:

"Once you're in our line of work, who can truly quit!

Tell me, will you be my new superior from now on?"

Cohen smiled and said:

"You can also understand it that way, but I want to tell you something else.

I'm not here today on behalf of 'Black Tomb'."

Cohen's words slightly startled Julian. His gaze rested on Cohen's body, and he fell into silent thought.

Cohen continued:

"Or rather, let me be more blunt.

In fact, 'Black Tomb' doesn't know about your existence.

The information left behind by the 'Phantasm Corpse' regarding the sleepers in various places was only seen and successfully decrypted by me.

Your real files are all in my hands alone.

As long as I don't make it public, no one else in this world will know your true identity.

You can be like a normal person, forget all your past identities and experiences, and live the life you want."

Julian's expression became extremely complicated in an instant, and a hint of killing intent even faintly emanated from his heart.

However, soon, after seeing Mavis, who was at the peak of the Gold-tier, beside Cohen, and thinking about the golden assassin mask he had just taken out, this killing intent disappeared without a trace.

It was impossible to kill and silence him. Since the other party dared to say this, it meant that he must have the means to deal with him.

Moreover, he was no longer the penniless young man he was decades ago.

This huge family fortune and the wife and unborn child behind him prevented him from taking any risky actions.

Cohen looked at Julian, whose emotions were fluctuating violently, with a calm expression, waiting for his statement.

To be valued by the 'Phantasm Corpse' and assigned to a place like Kuesang to lie dormant, Julian was definitely a top-notch smart person.

After a long period of contemplation, Julian made a decision and said slowly:

"Tell me, what do I need to do for you to leave 'Black Tomb'?"

The corner of Cohen's mouth curled up slightly, and he chuckled:

"It's very simple. You need to change a boss!"

A look of mockery appeared on Julian's face, and he said lightly:

"What's the difference from what I did before? It's just going from one cage to another!"

Cohen shook his head and said:

"The difference is huge.

First, I won't force you to do things against your will; second, I can provide you with resources that 'Black Tomb' can't provide; most importantly, third, I only need you to serve me for ten years.

After ten years, whether you want to continue following me or find another job, I won't stop you!"

The last condition proposed by Cohen greatly moved Julian.

Only ten years?

Since being developed as a subordinate by the 'Phantasm Corpse', he had served 'Black Tomb' for nearly forty years, and he couldn't see a glimmer of hope for an end.

He lived in fear almost every day, and this fear reached its peak after he got married and had children.

He was afraid that one day his true identity would be exposed and bring disaster to his happy family.

Now, this mysterious young man only needed him to serve him for ten years, which was definitely good news for Julian to break free.

He put forward the last condition:

"I need your guarantee, to guarantee that you can really fulfill your promise after ten years."

Cohen snapped his fingers and took out the soul contract that he had prepared long ago from his arms and handed it to the other party.

Mavis's mouth twitched slightly, watching a catering magnate in Kuesang be persuaded by Cohen in a few words to sign a ten-year contract of servitude.

It was as if he saw his own future in Julian.

After signing the contract, Cohen officially introduced himself to Julian:

"Welcome to my team.

Let me formally introduce myself. Cohen is my alias in the Kingdom of Ceylon. I can't tell you my real identity for the time being, but I can tell you a code name, 'Lord of Shadows'."

Hearing this code name, a look of astonishment appeared on Julian's face. He was stunned for a moment and asked:

"You are that 'Lord of Shadows'?

The 'Lord of Shadows' who stirred up the Six Saints War in Effie a few months ago?"

Cohen nodded and said, ignoring Julian's shock, and continued:

"You will be 'Deep Sea's' subordinate from now on. Report any information directly to him.

If I have any instructions for you, I will also convey them to you through him.

Understand?"

Julian suppressed his surprise and nodded slowly.

Cohen continued:

"Alright, now let me tell you the purpose of our coming to Kuesang.

First of all, I need to confirm one thing.

Many people say that you are serving a certain prince of the Ceylon royal family, and even your catering industry is a front for this prince to make money.

Is this rumor true?"

Speaking of business, Julian's expression became much more serious, and he said in a solemn voice:

"His Highness the Second Prince, Charles Cromwell, does indeed have shares in many of my industries.

He also usually uses his influence to recruit some distinguished guests for me.

It was the 'Phantasm Corpse' who helped me get on this line.

My career has been able to reach its current scale thanks to the support of the Second Prince."

Ceylon Kingdom's second in line to the throne, Charles Cromwell.

Saxon's brother.

Hearing this, Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly. This was really the most suitable scapegoat.

The "Star Guardian Armor" blueprint was ultimately fake. Sooner or later, Saxon would realize that he had been fooled, and then his second brother would be the unquestionable scapegoat!

Cohen suppressed his thoughts and said in a deep voice:

"I need you to hold a high-end auction in the near future. The participants are limited to nobles and wealthy merchants in Kuesang. The auctioneer will be my wife.

As for my identity, I am your business partner, from the "Fiery Red Lips" headquarters in the Eastern Region Empire, mainly engaged in high-end luxury goods business.

This time I came to the Ceylon Kingdom at your invitation to attend the auction.

In addition, I hope that before the auction starts, you can find a way for me to meet this Third Prince, including that inseparable brain trust beside him, Mr. Andre.

It's best to create a chance encounter, do you understand?"

After thinking for a moment, Julian said:

"I can, it will take about ten days to prepare.

As for the chance to meet the Third Prince… that's not difficult. Saxon goes to the royal hunting grounds every week to hunt. After the hunt, he is accustomed to taking his friends to my 'Dynasty Club' to rest. Andre is usually with him.

It's not difficult to create a chance encounter."

Cohen nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Do as you say."

Julian continued:

"If your Excellency has nothing else, how about staying at my hotel?"

Cohen understood that the other party didn't want his family to have too much contact with people like him, so he nodded and said:

"Then I'll have to trouble Baron."

Julian arranged a luxurious suite for Cohen, with a two-story design. The space was also very spacious, and the privacy was sufficient. Therefore, Mavis did not show any resistance.

After teaching the other party how to play chess, Mavis became addicted and pestered Cohen to play two games before going upstairs to rest.

After seeing Mavis off, Cohen opened the communication stone and contacted Grace, asking her to select a few valuable and weighty goods from her luxury goods chamber of commerce, "Fiery Red Lips."

Otherwise, attending the auction with just a blueprint would seem too deliberate.

And asked her to arrange an identity profile for him as a senior executive of "Fiery Red Lips", so that he could act in the Ceylon Kingdom.

Grace was surprised to learn that Cohen had arrived in the Ceylon Kingdom without saying a word.

However, she was also smart enough not to ask too many questions, and told him to go directly to the branch of "Fiery Red Lips" in the Ceylon Kingdom in five days to pick it up.

As for the identity, it was even simpler. Just act as the chairman's personal secretary.

As for who the chairman was, Grace didn't say it clearly, but Cohen also knew that it must be Her Highness the Princess.

After ending the call with Grace, Cohen took out the "Star Guardian Armor" blueprint he had obtained from the "Phantasm Corpse"'s lair and began his forgery work.