My queen is rebelling!

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Farkingham had his eye on Elif from the moment he started college.

With Farkingham's secret assistance and deliberate cultivation, Elif chose to participate in the Effie National Civil Servant Unified Recruitment Examination upon graduation.

Relying on his excellent personal abilities, he successfully entered the National Central Government, and was subsequently transferred to the Four Territories Affairs Department.

Eventually, with his personal efforts and Farkingham's secret coordination, he became the Deputy Director of the Western Territory Relations Coordination Division.

Farkingham had always regarded him as his greatest secret trump card, never to be used lightly.

Even within the entire Francis family, only a few people knew Elif's identity.

This time, involving his only son, Farkingham had no choice but to activate this secret trump card.

After finishing a busy day of government affairs, Elif, who had already sent his wife and children back to his parents' home, returned home and respectfully came to a secret room, gently knocking on the door.

As a director-general level cadre of a central core power organ, especially in a department that frequently goes to local areas.

Although Elif didn't have the exaggerated fanfare of top officials needing police escorts and advance control when going out.

He was usually surrounded by a large group of people serving him when he went to local areas.

Never had he been seen being so respectful and cautious even in his own home.

Soon, a deep voice came from inside the door:

"Come in."

Elif pushed open the door, looked at Farkingham behind the desk, and bowed respectfully:

"How has Your Grace been resting these past few days?"

Farkingham was a handsome and tall middle-aged man with a thick beard and strong arms.

Seeing Elif, he stopped what he was doing, got up and moved his arms a few times, and said:

"It's okay, but I can't go out all the time, it's too boring."

Elif asked softly:

"That bastard is still stalling us, and to this day I don't know their true identity.

I only know that it was Black Tomb who introduced them, saying they are the most likely to save Sirod."

A trace of unease flashed in Farkingham's eyes.

The other party was too mysterious, giving him a feeling even more dangerous than "Black Tomb".

Secretly cooperating with "Black Tomb" was already a major taboo.

Especially because of the King's assassination, "Black Tomb" was explicitly forbidden by Her Majesty the Queen throughout Effie.

If the Queen found out that he was cooperating with "Black Tomb", Farkingham felt a chill run down his spine.

He had seen the fate of the heir to the Southern Territory Duke.

Farkingham shook his head fiercely, as if to shake the unease in his heart out of his head.

A faint trace of regret floated in his heart. Would it have been better if he had confessed to Her Majesty the Queen earlier and let her help mediate?

But soon he shuddered.

He felt that with what his son had done, if Her Majesty the Queen really knew, she might even deal with him!

Farkingham suppressed all his thoughts and asked Elif:

"Has anything unusual happened in the court recently?"

Elif pondered slightly and quickly replied:

"There is indeed one thing.

Her Majesty the Queen convened a joint meeting of the cabinet ministers and the Military Committee a few days ago.

The content of the meeting was to establish a secret intelligence agency called the Military Intelligence Bureau, which is said to have great power.

Even cabinet ministers and royal nobles are under its supervision."

Farkingham was taken aback. These days, he had been secretly lurking in Elif's home, and he was completely in the dark about the outside world.

He had no idea that such a big change had occurred in the court.

Hearing about the secret intelligence agency, Farkingham felt a burst of panic in his heart, and then asked:

"Why does Her Majesty the Queen want to establish such a powerful intelligence agency?

Doesn't she think she has enough power in her hands?"

Elif shook his head and said:

"This time it doesn't really seem like it, because the director of this Military Intelligence Bureau is His Majesty the King!

I heard many people saying that Her Majesty the Queen is paving the way for His Majesty to return to power!"

A thoughtful look appeared on Farkingham's face, and then he said:

"According to you, the person in charge of this agency now is that young girl named Nephthys?"

Elif gave a definite answer and then said:

"This person seems to have a very close relationship with the 'Lord of Shadows', who was once very popular some time ago.

There are also rumors that this 'Lord of Shadows', who has been missing for about a year, has returned to Effie and has chosen to cooperate with Her Majesty the Queen!

And this agency called the Military Intelligence Bureau is the sincerity that Her Majesty the Queen is showing to the 'Lord of Shadows'."

A thoughtful look flashed in Farkingham's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"That's right, when the 'Lord of Shadows' began to rise in Florence a year ago, I investigated him.

There was indeed a female warlock named Nephthys always with him.

Then the real power behind this so-called Military Intelligence Bureau is this famous 'Lord of Shadows'?"

Elif bowed slightly and said:

"It should be like this."

Farkingham sighed and said:

"A mysterious and powerful figure suddenly intervened in Effie's political situation and joined forces with Her Majesty the Queen. I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

The two talked about some recent events in Florence again, and Farkingham confirmed that his whereabouts had not been noticed, and put his heart at ease.

After sending Elif away, the night was already completely dark, but Farkingham still didn't feel sleepy at all, pacing back and forth in the room.

Suddenly, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

"Are you considering how to sell yourself for a good price?"

Farkingham's whole body suddenly became cold, and he tried his best to suppress his fear, slowly turning his head to look at the source of the sound.

A black shadow had appeared silently behind him at some point.

Farkingham quickly calmed down.

This was the Royal Capital, and the Royal City Garrison and detectives patrolled the night twenty-four hours a day. As long as there was a little noise, his whereabouts would be immediately exposed.

He couldn't make a move!

Since the other party didn't launch an attack immediately, it meant that they weren't here to assassinate him.

Farkingham quickly analyzed the situation he was facing, while secretly pondering the other party's identity and origin.

Judging from this elusive style of action, could it be someone from "Black Tomb"?

Was there a reply to the matter he had entrusted?

Thinking of this, Farkingham couldn't tell whether he was excited or disappointed.

He forced himself to calm down and asked in a deep voice:

"Is Your Excellency from 'Black Tomb'?"

Cohen smiled faintly:

"Who I am is not important, what's important is that I can give you what you want!"

Farkingham stared blankly at the black mask in front of him, silent for a long time, moved his gaze, and looked at the heavy darkness in the direction of the balcony.

He slowly opened his mouth and asked:

"What price do I need to pay?

Is it to rebel with the Gunter family of the Southern Territory!"

A cold voice sounded from under Cohen's mask:

"You still know that this is a rebellion, so there is still hope!"

Farkingham's gaze suddenly turned to look at Cohen, and a trace of horror emerged from the depths of his eyes.

Cohen said calmly:

"If you return from your misguided path, the Francis family can still continue to exist!"

Farkingham was even more shocked, his expression became much more solemn, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Who exactly are you!"

The four words that Cohen uttered made Farkingham feel as if he had been doused with cold water, his whole body cold:

"The Queen's man!"

Farkingham's face turned as white as paper, and his voice trembled slightly due to the frightened and complicated emotions:

"Your Highness... Your Highness already knows?"

Cohen's tone was unhurried:

"Not yet."

The fear in Farkingham's eyes gradually turned into confusion, and then he was suddenly shocked, and the premonition buried deep in his heart floated up, and he blurted out:

"'Lord of Shadows'!

You are the 'Lord of Shadows'!"

Cohen clapped his hands gently:

"You are smarter than I thought."

Farkingham squeezed out a few reluctant smiles and said:

"I am honored to receive the praise of Mr. 'Lord of Shadows'."

Cohen smiled faintly and said:

"Your Grace is too polite. I hope you don't mind my late-night visit."

A look of laughter and tears welled up on Farkingham's face, and he reached out to lead the way:

"Please sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Cohen's gaze slowly turned to Farkingham and said:

"Are you going to cooperate with 'Black Tomb', or are you going to cooperate with our Military Intelligence Bureau?"

Farkingham was stunned for a moment, his lips tightly pursed, and he said hesitantly:

"Your Excellency just said that you can give me what I want."

Cohen said slowly:

"I can help you coordinate your relationship with Duke Ferdinand through private channels."

Farkingham's eyes suddenly changed, his hand froze there, and after a long while, it turned into a wry smile:

"Mr. is indeed a descendant of an ancient family?"

In Farkingham's view, being able to talk to Duke Ferdinand of the Central Empire was undoubtedly the existence of top dignitaries on the continent.

Combining this with what this "Lord of Shadows" had done before, Farkingham had to think in this direction.

Cohen remained noncommittal and said:

"These are meaningless to you, you just need to know that I can help you, that's enough!"

Farkingham hesitated:

"Then what price do I need to pay?"

Cohen replied indifferently:

"Become the first secret agent developed after the establishment of our Military Intelligence Bureau."

A look of despair and decadence suddenly appeared in Farkingham's eyes.

He completely understood Cohen's words. From now on, he and the Western Territory behind him would secretly provide all possible help to the Military Intelligence Bureau.

To put it more bluntly, he was going to sell himself to the Military Intelligence Bureau!

Farkingham froze in place, his eyes becoming very empty.

Cohen's voice was like the voice of a devil from hell:

"You have ten minutes to consider. In ten minutes, I will report to your Queen!"

Farkingham's lips trembled almost imperceptibly.

This was the other party's ultimatum!

Of course, he could choose to reject the other party's request, but the price of rejection was that everything that happened here would be immediately reported to the Queen of Effie.

Even if he hadn't done anything irreversible, he wouldn't have a good ending just by having secret contact with "Black Tomb".

He also learned everything that happened there from various channels a year ago during the Battle of Emerald Lake.

Queen of Effie, Adair Angrain, decisively killed several gold-medal killers of "Black Tomb" in front of a group of legends and saints.

It was enough to see how much this young Queen hated "Black Tomb".

Therefore, he was certain that once Her Majesty the Queen learned of his secret contact with "Black Tomb," not only would he be unable to save his son, but even the Western Territory would be affected.

Cohen's voice continued to ring out, like a death knell:

"Of course, you have another choice.

His Royal Highness the Grand Duke is also an eighth-order transcendent, and the deputy director outside has the strength of the fifth order.

The two of you can join forces and see if you can keep me here."

Farkingham sighed deeply. Someone who could act flamboyantly in front of a Saint, even if his own strength was ten times stronger, would not be able to do anything to him.

He slowly said:

"I agree, as long as you can save my son.

Our Francis family will obey the orders of the Military Intelligence Bureau from now on."

Cohen snapped his fingers and, as usual, handed over a soul contract:

"I need to remind you that after your son is rescued, he will also have to serve his sentence in the country, otherwise I will not be able to explain to Grand Duke Ferdinand."

Farkingham breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Okay, I also think he needs to suffer a bit, otherwise he will bring us unbearable consequences sooner or later."

Farkingham honestly signed his name, and then, as if all the air had been let out of him, he slumped into the chair without saying a word.

Cohen slowly put away the soul contract and said:

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"By the way, I've given you a code name. From now on, you'll be called 'Butcher'."

Cohen thought of a general from his previous life who shared the same name as Farkingham, so he simply gave him this code name.

Farkingham was stunned for a moment, wondering why the other party would give him such a murderous code name.

But it was just a code name. Compared to selling himself completely to the other party from head to toe, an unsuitable nickname seemed insignificant.

He asked listlessly:

"What do you need me to do for you?"

Cohen said calmly:

"Do the same as you did before, continue to contact the group of mysterious people introduced to you by 'Black Tomb'.

Find out their purpose, and of course, it would be best to know their whereabouts and true identities.

Understand?"

Farkingham pursed his lips slightly, a hint of meaning flashing in his eyes, and asked:

"You know who those mysterious people are, don't you?"

Cohen tidied his clothes and said softly:

"Mr. Butcher.

Please remember that in front of me, you are just an ordinary staff member of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

And I am your only superior.

I will now teach you the basic rules of being an excellent agent—

Facing superiors, subordinates have no right to ask questions or argue, only the option to obey!"

Farkingham's face turned red and then white.

After a long time, he said in a muffled voice:

"I understand!"

Cohen threw a communication stone to the other party and said lightly:

"Contact me in time if anything happens. You will see your son in half a month!"

……

In the early morning, Finger and Lucia arrived at the Military Intelligence Bureau's station early to clean.

As soon as they entered the door, they received a task from Nefthys. After reading the task sheet, they both showed surprise.

However, they knew the rules and did not ask questions randomly. After signing the task sheet, they sent Nefthys away.

As soon as Nefthys left, Lucia couldn't help but exclaim:

"What is 'Madam' doing!

That's Vaughn Collins's mansion!

Just let the two of us plus five ordinary police officers?

If the Collins family's door was so easy to enter, how could Vaughn have been so successful for so many years?"

Nefthys didn't like people calling her by her official title. Internally, she asked people to uniformly call her "Madam."

Finger frowned slightly and pondered for a long time.

Then he showed a thoughtful look and said in a deep voice:

"Tomorrow, let two police officers go to the door first, and say they are looking for Vaughn Collins to ask questions. As for the rest, don't worry about it. I'll go alone."

Lucia was even more surprised, not knowing what the significance of Finger doing this was.

A calm look appeared on Finger's face, and he took out his credentials and a set of law enforcement uniforms personally designed by Cohen—

The uniform was black, well-fitting, and highlighted a cold and orderly style.

The silver trim embroidered on the collar formed a sharp contrast with the black body, making it look exquisite and piercing.

The black straight trousers were crisp and neat, matched with a black standard belt, with exquisite metal buckles inlaid on the belt, engraved with a vigilant falcon pattern, which was the logo of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

The hats Cohen distributed to them were also highly recognizable.

The black brimmed hat had a stiff and slightly upturned brim, and the hat wall was also surrounded by a silver decorative band, with the hat badge neatly embedded in the front.

The solemnity also carried a chilling sense of majesty.

Finger opened the turned-out credentials and confirmed them at a glance.

The cover said the Effie Military Commission Investigation and Statistics Bureau.

The second page was Finger's photo and specific position, Fourth-Level Investigation Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau Headquarters.

The four seals on it suddenly increased the gold content of this certificate.

These four seals came from:

The authorization seal of His Majesty the King of Effie!

The authorization seal of Her Majesty the Queen of Effie!

The authorization seal of the Prime Minister of the Effie Cabinet!

The official seal of the Effie Military Commission!

The last page was the King's autograph!

Finger put away the credentials and put them in the inner pocket of his coat, and said to Lucia:

"You take five patrol officers and wait for my signal outside the street of the Collins mansion."

Lucia looked at Finger, who had changed into his uniform, and felt that the other party had suddenly changed into a different person. His whole temperament had become much colder and more stern.

At this time, Finger didn't look like a student who had just graduated from military school at all.

More like a ruthless executioner!

Lucia asked blankly:

"What... what signal?"

A cold look appeared in Finger's eyes, and he said lightly:

"You'll know when the time comes!"

……

After Nefthys received the news that Finger had started to act, she immediately entered the palace.

On the way, she heard a series of crisp high heels.

Nefthys looked up and saw Adair, dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, walking gracefully.

The two met face to face.

Nefthys's eyes narrowed slightly. Adair Angrain's appearance and temperament made Nefthys, who was also a woman, feel a little moved.

The charm of the Mister's queen seemed to have surpassed the limits of what humans could possess.

Nefthys retracted her thoughts, smiled at Her Majesty the Queen, bowed, and said:

"Good morning, Your Highness. Why did you get up so early?"

Adair nodded slightly as a sign:

"Good morning, Miss Nefthys. Is there anything you need to come to the palace so early in the morning?"

Nefthys replied calmly:

"His Majesty wants to know more about the preparations of the Military Intelligence Bureau. I'm here to send him some information."

Adair raised her eyebrows slightly, did not ask too much, and watched Nefthys leave.

On the way to the Political Affairs Hall, Adair asked the female official beside her:

"Has His Majesty been getting up very early recently?"

The female official responded:

"Yes, His Majesty usually goes to the study to read before dawn."

A gentle smile appeared in Adair's eyes, and then she asked:

"Has Miss Nefthys been visiting His Majesty frequently these past two days?"

The leading female official was silent for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and then said carefully under the Queen's increasingly majestic gaze:

"Yes... it's a bit frequent.

And... she stays for a long time."

Adair's face did not show any joy or anger, she continued to walk forward, and suddenly asked again:

"How old is Miss Nefthys this year?"

The female official squeezed out a smile and replied in a low voice:

"I heard... I heard from Ms. Peggy, who entered Miss Nefthys's information into the Royal Palace magic circle pass.

Miss Nefthys is probably fifteen or sixteen years old."

Adair stopped and pondered:

"Fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as His Majesty... She doesn't look like it, she's developing quite fast."

The female official closed her mouth tightly and said nothing.

Adair pursed her red lips and fell into deep thought.

People of the same age, plus such a foul appearance and figure, I'm still a little concerned!

A gleam of light appeared in Adair's eyes, she continued to move forward, and at the same time said to the female official behind her:

"After Miss Nefthys leaves His Majesty, tell her.

If there is anything you need to give to His Majesty in the future, just give it to me directly, and I can pass it on for her."

The female official immediately replied:

"Okay, Your Highness."

She's jealous!

Her Majesty the Queen is jealous!

The female official silently suppressed her strong desire to complain.

Nefthys naturally didn't know that she had been ruthlessly deprived of the opportunity to meet Cohen by the original wife.

After she saw Cohen, she told him the news that Finger had started to act.

Cohen's expression moved slightly and asked:

"What is he planning to do?"

Nefthys replied:

"I don't know the specifics, but looking at his plan, it seems that he already has a plan."

Cohen's lips curled up slightly and said:

"That's interesting.

My subordinates are so courageous, so I, as a leader, can't fall behind!

Vaughn Collins, I have also learned some information about this person from other channels these days.

This person is far from as simple as he appears on the surface.

His affairs are not as simple as Finger and the others have found out!"

Nefthys suddenly wrinkled her nose and asked:

"What did Mister do last night?"

Cohen replied without blushing or skipping a beat:

"What's wrong?"

Nefthys narrowed her suspicious eyes and said:

"There's the scent of a strange woman."

A hint of astonishment flashed between Cohen's eyebrows.

No way, how could this little girl's nose be so sensitive?

I took a special bath after I came back last night!

Looking at the increasingly strong suspicious light in Nefthys's eyes, Cohen coughed lightly and said:

"It's not as complicated as you think. I went to exchange information with an important figure from 'Black Tomb'.

I haven't had time to tell you that our Military Intelligence Bureau has officially joined forces with the Northwest Branch of 'Black Tomb'. Well, to be precise, our Military Intelligence Bureau will be the representative of 'Black Tomb' in the Northwest Continent from now on!"