My queen is rebelling!

Cohen's words successfully diverted Nephthys's attention, and she no longer dwelled on the unfamiliar scent on him.

Nephthys frowned and asked:

"Has Sir reached a cooperation with 'Black Tomb'?"

Cohen told Nephthys about the deal between him and Melantha.

Including the origins of this 'Black Tomb' executive 'salesperson' and 'Sequence Lord' Belmorti.

Although Cohen had deliberately downplayed his relationship with Melantha, the astute Nephthys still noticed something unusual in Cohen's words:

"It seems that Sir's relationship with the witch is not enough to make Miss Melantha make such a big concession, right?"

Cohen chuckled twice, his face full of evasiveness.

Nephthys snorted softly:

"I bet Miss Melantha must be very beautiful!"

Cohen said sternly:

"Is this a matter of beauty or not?

Shouldn't the focus be on the fact that we can use 'Black Tomb's' money and resources to develop our own power!

This is a great help to our military's initial stage.

What's more, is there anything more pleasing than using the enemy's money to do our own thing?"

Nephthys curled her lips, made a face at Cohen, and left the palace.

Leaving aside what Cohen was planning to do.

Nephthys had just left Cohen's room and hadn't taken a few steps.

When she saw not far away, a tall and beautiful female official was smiling at her, apparently wanting to say something to her.

Nephthys recognized this female official who was always with Yadel, and when she was a few steps away from the other party, the female official made an elegant gesture, pointed to a nearby pavilion, and said:

"Miss Nephthys, let's talk over there."

Nephthys's eyes flickered slightly, and she followed the female official to a pavilion nearby.

The female official said with a smile:

"Miss Nephthys, Her Majesty the Queen has a few words for me to convey to you."

"Please speak."

"Her Majesty hopes that you can reduce unnecessary interactions and meetings with His Majesty in the future.

If there is anything that needs to be shared and exchanged, Her Majesty can do it for you."

Nephthys's face froze, and a trace of resentment suddenly appeared in her heart.

So domineering, you get jealous just because I said a few words to your husband. If you find out about other things in the future, wouldn't you be even more unbearable.

Nephthys thought so in her heart, but on the surface, she still smiled gently:

"I understand. Please tell Her Majesty the Queen that I know what to do."

The female official said with a smile:

"Thank you for your understanding, Miss Nephthys. I'll talk to you again when I have time."

At the same time, Cohen, who was about to go out, was blocked by Yadel.

"I heard that Your Majesty has been getting up very diligently these past few days. Elder Sister is very pleased."

Cohen fully appreciated Yadel's stunningly beautiful face and replied:

"Elder Sister is so hardworking, I want to be able to help Elder Sister sooner!"

Yadel sat down next to Cohen, flipped through the information Cohen was looking at, and said softly:

"Your Majesty being safe and sound is the greatest help to me.

Well, the royal capital may be a little uneasy in a while. I have found a safe place for Your Majesty.

You stay there for a while, and after Elder Sister has dealt with the affairs of the royal capital, I will pick you up again."

Cohen immediately realized that what Queen Elder Sister was talking about was the matter she had discussed with Isabella about sending herself to the Second Elder of the Golden Wing Family.

He quickly said:

"No, I won't go!

Elder Sister, no matter what happens, I want to be with you!"

Yadel's heart was shaken hard by Cohen's almost confession.

She slowly calmed down. She couldn't imagine how happy she would be if she heard these words from Cohen under normal circumstances.

Yadel didn't show any tenderness when facing Cohen's safety issue. Her tone was much stronger:

"No, you must go.

There is no room for discussion on this matter!"

After saying that, she felt that her tone was a bit too harsh, and she gently stroked Cohen's face with her fair palm and said:

"There will be many opportunities in the future. It's not too late to face those things with Elder Sister after Your Majesty has fully grown up."

Cohen really couldn't face Yadel's double offensive of emotion and body, so he had to agree:

"Okay, Elder Sister, I'll listen to you."

Yadel smiled, gently kissed Cohen's forehead:

"I still have official duties to attend to. Your Majesty, don't be too tired either. Pay attention to the combination of work and rest."

Cohen felt the warmth on his forehead and couldn't help but feel his heart sway.

Every detail and every movement of this woman exuded a captivating charm at all times.

I really don't know how confident I will be to walk out of Yadel's gentle embrace after I confess to Elder Sister in the future.

Cohen inexplicably thought of a poem from his previous life—the spring night is short and the sun rises high, and the king will not go to court from now on.

Fortunately, this is a transcendent world, and I am also a powerful transcendent, with my physical fitness maxed out.

Otherwise, he really suspected that he would be exhausted to death on Yadel's body.

Cohen shook his head heavily, shaking off the lewd thoughts in his mind.

It's getting late, I guess Finger is almost at Collins's mansion!

He must act quickly too!

Cohen took out a piece of information that Melantha had given him from his arms.

It recorded an extremely secret business—

The deal between the former Minister of Industry Vaughn Collins and 'Black Tomb'!

A piece of information that Melantha passed to him not long ago.

Vaughn had secretly colluded with the 'Phantom Corpse', the head of the Northwest Branch of 'Black Tomb', and secretly resold many precious magic ores and rare metals from Effie to 'Black Tomb'.

If this matter is verified, let alone Vaughn having any backers, even if his backer is Prime Minister Angus, he will not be able to escape the fate of destruction!

After Cohen saw this information, he immediately decided to use this case as an opportunity to launch the first shot of the military's shock to the whole country!

… …

Two ordinary Florentine police officers braced themselves and went to the Collins family's mansion.

He didn't understand why his superiors would suddenly issue such a maddening order.

Didn't the superiors know whose mansion this was!

Before they even reached the gate, a stern-looking middle-aged man stood in front of them.

He looked like a guard from the mansion.

The middle-aged man didn't care about the police uniforms on them and asked arrogantly:

"Who told you to come here? What's the matter?"

One of the older police officers mustered up the courage to say:

"Hello, we are from the Royal Capital Police Department, and we have something we want Viscount to cooperate with in the investigation."

After hearing the words of the older police officer, the middle-aged man seemed to have heard something incredible.

He immediately laughed and said:

"Okay, but Viscount is not at home now, or I'll tell you where the Lord is, and you go find him?"

The two police officers showed astonishment on their faces. They didn't expect the other party to be so easy to talk to.

However, immediately afterwards, the words that came out of the middle-aged man's mouth made them feel cold all over:

"Viscount is hunting in the countryside with several cabinet ministers now. Do you want me to take you there!

Let him cooperate with your investigation!"

The two police officers only felt a chill down their spines.

The four words cabinet ministers were like an unshakable mountain, making them breathless.

They had long forgotten the orders of their superiors, and apologized repeatedly, and left the mansion in a dispirited manner.

Not far away, Finger, sitting in the carriage, had been silently watching this scene, and had a further impression of the Collins family's arrogance and power.

An ordinary guard can yell at the police in the royal capital. This is the Collins family!

He sat quietly in the carriage for a long time, and waited until it was almost dark before slowly getting up.

Finger, who came out of the carriage, was already wearing a thick, old coat, and his appearance had become much more vicissitudes.

Completely dressed like a country man entering the city.

He stopped a few hundred meters away from the gate of the Collins mansion.

He looked up slightly, and his eyes lingered on the door for a long time.

Before long, the middle-aged guard who had sent the police officers away appeared again.

This time his tone was obviously more impatient, and his cold eyes scanned Finger, who was wearing eye-catching clothes.

His tone was quite stiff:

"What are you doing here? Get out of here!"

Finger showed panic and crampedness on his face and asked uneasily:

"Excuse me... is this Viscount Collins's mansion?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and asked:

"Who are you?"

Finger swallowed and said:

"I... I am a Fasak person."

Hearing this name, the expression of the leading middle-aged man became much more intriguing.

Viscount Vaughn Collins is a Fasak person. The other party may be a relative of Viscount and came to seek refuge.

He had seen many similar people. Viscount would usually generously donate some money to help them for the sake of his image.

He had a set of procedures to deal with these people and asked:

"What do you want to see Viscount for?"

Finger's eyes flickered with fear, and he said intermittently:

"I... I can only tell the Lord."

The middle-aged man frowned very tightly and asked:

"How can you see Viscount if you want to? Tell me, what exactly is the matter."

Finger's eyes wandered, he glanced around in a panic, motioned for the middle-aged man to come closer, and then whispered in his ear:

"Lord... Lord, I... I heard that someone is investigating in Fasak City... investigating Viscount!"

The middle-aged man's expression changed in shock. Thinking of the words of the two police officers just now, a deep thought surged in his heart, and his tone became strong.

He immediately reached out and signaled the other party not to say any more, and disappeared in place with a flash.

Only a strong magical wave was left.

Finger's eyelids twitched slightly. Gold rank, definitely gold rank.

Has even a guard at the gate reached the strength of gold rank?

The Collins family is really not to be underestimated!

Before long, the gold-ranked middle-aged man reappeared in front of Finger, his face full of coldness, and said:

"Come with me!"

After saying that, he grabbed Finger's shoulder, and Finger suddenly heard the sound of wind in his ears.

When his vision returned, he found that he had come to a living room, and a handsome middle-aged man was sitting in the center of the living room.

Finger's heart moved slightly. He had also noticed this person when he was investigating the Collins family.

Helmut White, Vaughn Collins' personal lawyer and the Collins family's head butler.

Helmut stared at Fingal for a long time before asking:

"What's your name, young man?"

Fingal's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Fin... Fingal."

Helmut chuckled:

"Don't be nervous. I heard Kent say that someone is investigating the Earl in Phasac City, is that right?"

Fingal's expression became agitated, and he said loudly:

"Yes!

It's true!

They wear black uniforms and black hats, and they have very impressive IDs..."

Helmut gave a slight signal with his eyes, and the golden-ranked guard named Kent brought Fingal a glass of water.

Helmut smiled kindly:

"Don't be nervous, tell me slowly.

Have a drink of water first."

Fingal took the water and drank it in large gulps, saying:

"I am a waiter in a restaurant in Phasac City.

I once overheard several men in black secretly discussing something in a private room.

The content was targeted at the Viscount.

I heard, I heard they were all from the royal capital.

Oh, right, I also heard them mention something about the 'Military'."

Helmut's eyebrows showed a hint of surprise, and he immediately asked:

"The Military Intelligence Bureau?"

Fingal slapped his palm suddenly:

"Yes, yes, it's called the Military Intelligence Bureau, I remember now!"

Helmut's expression became much more serious, and he stood up, very close to Fingal, and asked in a deep voice:

"Did you hear what exactly they were investigating about the Earl?"

Fingal immediately tightened his lips, his eyes revealing the cunning and greed characteristic of country folk.

A playful look flashed across Helmut's eyebrows, and he thought to himself that this kid was quite clever, no wonder he dared to come to the Viscount's mansion to report the news alone!

He smiled faintly, waved his hand slightly, and the golden-ranked extraordinary guard consciously retreated.

Then he said:

"Young man, the Collins family has a well-deserved reputation, we won't treat you unfairly."

Fingal's eyes flickered, his voice was low, but his words revealed an unyielding stubbornness:

"I... I will only tell the Viscount."

Helmut narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly chuckled:

"Interesting, I underestimated you!"

After speaking, he left on his own.

Fingal didn't wait too long before a man in luxurious clothes walked over steadily.

The man's hair was meticulously combed, and his forehead was broad, covered with deep wrinkles.

His eyes were not large, but they were incomparably deep, like two bottomless dry wells.

The occasional flash of light was as sharp as a blade in the cold night, as if it could see through people's hearts in an instant.

And it could become turbid and blurred when needed, making it impossible for people to peek into his true thoughts.

His attire was impeccable, and the exquisite embroidery and neat tailoring highlighted his status.

His walking posture was steady and slow, his hands were habitually behind his back, and his fingers were slightly clasped.

A faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

In the Florentine aristocratic class, which was permeated with the atmosphere of power and interests, Vaughn Collins was like a deeply rooted old tree, standing tall despite the wind and rain.

Vaughn Collins, single-handedly, brought the Collins family from a middle-class family into the top aristocratic class of Florentine.

Faced with such a powerful figure who could stir up storms and make the entire Florentine tremble with a stomp of his feet.

If it were the former Fingal, he would definitely be too nervous to speak.

But since receiving the King's summons and grace, he could now treat this powerful Viscount with ease.

Vaughn Collins stared at Fingal as soon as he entered the door.

His tone was very gentle:

"Are you from my hometown?"

Fingal seemed like a different person at this moment, his face was much calmer, and he replied faintly:

"I'm sorry, Viscount, I just lied to this Mr. Helmut White.

I am not from your hometown."

Vaughn's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a faint smile:

"It doesn't matter, I heard that you heard some interesting news in my hometown, can you tell me about it?"

Vaughn looked at the other person attentively when talking to people, giving them the illusion of being valued.

Fingal shook his head and said:

"I can, but I need the Viscount to answer a few questions for me."

A look of astonishment appeared in Helmut's eyes.

Vaughn raised his eyebrows imperceptibly and asked:

"A very interesting young man, as long as your information is true, I can answer a few questions for you."

Fingal nodded, indicating his agreement.

Vaughn stared at Fingal's expression and asked softly:

"How did you know they were from the Military Intelligence Bureau?"

"I saw their IDs."

"What did their IDs look like?"

Fingal gave a brief description.

A look of contemplation appeared on Vaughn's brow.

That's right, it is said that the ID of that Military Intelligence Bureau does look like this.

Was the other party not lying?

Vaughn felt a faint sense of unease, he continued to ask:

"Since you saw the ID, you naturally saw the name on it.

Can you tell me who this person is?"

Fingal replied quickly:

"Of course, but after I answer this question, the Viscount also needs to answer a few questions for me."

Vaughn chuckled and said:

"Of course, the Collins family never breaks its promises."

Fingal raised his voice:

"Fingal, Fingal Harvey."

Hearing this name, Helmut's expression suddenly changed, and Vaughn also narrowed his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, when Helmut recounted the events here to him just now, he mentioned that the other party seemed to be called Fingal.

Before the two could speak, Fingal shrugged slightly, and the coat on his body was directly stored into his storage equipment.

Revealing a cold and crisp black uniform.

At the same time, he took out his ID from his inner pocket and said calmly:

"Effien Military Commission Investigation and Statistics Bureau, Level 4 Investigation Director, Fingal Harvey.

Greetings, Viscount Vaughn Collins!"

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly solidified.

Helmut White's gaze suddenly turned to Fingal, and at the same time, Vaughn also slowly looked at the ID in Fingal's hand.

After a long silence, Vaughn suddenly let out a hearty laugh:

"Director Fingal doesn't have to go to such lengths, our Collins family is a Viscount family conferred by the King, a dignified noble.

We welcome anyone's visit and will cooperate with the law enforcement work of any department!"

Fingal's expression was calm, and he replied indifferently:

"It seems that I underestimated the Viscount's magnanimity, I apologize to you here."

Vaughn waved his hand generously and said:

"It's okay, young comrade has ideas and courage, that's a good thing.

I like young people like you.

I have told Mr. Angus many times that our Effien is now lacking energetic young people.

The entire upper-level bureaucracy, including me of course, is lifeless and cautious, which is quite boring.

It is time to inject a batch of fresh blood.

When we meet next time, I will definitely recommend Mr. Fingal to Mr. Angus."

Mr. Angus!

Ordinary investigators would have already become nervous when the subject of the investigation so lightly said the name of the Prime Minister.

But Fingal seemed unaware.

For a person personally ennobled as a Baron by His Majesty the King, the Prime Minister could not put any pressure on him.

Fingal was very confident.

He immediately seized the loophole in the other party's words:

"Does Viscount Collins still consider himself a member of the bureaucratic system?

In my impression, the Viscount should have left the cabinet thirty years ago.

Can I understand it this way, that even after leaving his post for thirty years, the Viscount is still enthusiastic about guiding the national industrial development work."

A trace of daze flashed in Vaughn's eyes.

How many years has it been, how many years has it been since anyone dared to talk to him like this.

Even the Prime Minister is polite to him.

Without the strong support of Collins and a group of old ministers, how could Angus have successfully entered the cabinet three years ago and become the Prime Minister of the country.

Fingal's words were almost pointing at Vaughn's nose, saying, old fogey, you have been retired for thirty years, stop pointing fingers and interfering with the court.

A small investigation director, whose rank is not even half as high as his secretary, actually dared to talk to him like this.

How dare he?

Vaughn felt his authority challenged.

Just by virtue of that broken ID in his hand.

Didn't this kid know that His Majesty the King is now just a decoration, and the affairs of the country are all controlled by the Angrian family.

With his relationship with Prime Minister Angus, who in Effien could move him?

However, he naturally disdained to show his emotions to a small investigation director, took a sip of tea lightly, looked into the distance, and said faintly:

"You can leave."

Fingal sat still and said in a deep voice:

"I can leave, but can the Viscount fulfill his promise just now."

Vaughn frowned slightly.

Fingal continued:

"The Viscount promised just now that as long as the information I provide is true, you will answer a few questions for me."

Vaughn's gaze suddenly deepened, and his cold gaze fell on Fingal.

Fingal pointed to his epaulette and said calmly:

"This is a monitoring magic array, from... Her Majesty the Queen's hand!

I think, the Viscount should not want Her Majesty the Queen to think that you are a person who does not keep his word, right."

Vaughn's face completely cooled down, a smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth, and he said three times in a row:

"Good, good, good!"

The look in Helmut's eyes also changed.

After a long silence, a burst of spirit surged from Vaughn's body, his eyes flashing with bright light, and he said in a condensed voice:

"You can begin, Director Fingal Harvey!"

Fingal's eyes turned, and he looked at Helmut, and said:

"I'm not such an unreasonable person either.

The Viscount is in a high position of power, after all, he is not someone that a small investigation director like me can question.

How about this, if this Mr. Helmut doesn't mind, he can replace the Viscount!"