My queen is rebelling!

Mefis's red lips parted slightly as she murmured, "A hero saves the beauty, love at first sight, perhaps?"

Mefis then turned her gaze to Cohen and asked:

"What exactly happened inside the Realm of Truth?

Melantha's willpower isn't that weak; for her to fall into a life-or-death crisis, she must have seen some terrifying truth.

And this truth is very likely about the mystery of our two people's origins..."

Cohen immediately interrupted Mefis:

"I promised Melantha to keep it a secret for her, even if you are her sister.

If you really want to know, you can ask her yourself."

Instead of being angry at Cohen's refusal to answer, Mefis's face revealed a satisfied expression.

From the other party's attitude on this matter, it could be seen that Cohen was quite committed to his sister.

At least this person is sincere towards Melantha, but he's just too much of a playboy.

He already has a Queen, yet he's still philandering outside; how detestable.

Mefis asked in a deep voice:

"How do you plan to treat Melantha in the future?

Your Queen isn't that easy to deal with."

Cohen inwardly grumbled, 'Why are you even concerned about the stability of my harem?'

However, he knew that the other party was also concerned about her own sister, so he replied calmly:

"Naturally, I will treat her with sincerity. As for Yadell's side, I assure you that I won't let Melantha suffer any grievances."

Although Mefis felt that the latter half of Cohen's words was open to question, seeing that the other party was already willing to express himself in this way, Mefis no longer forced the issue.

Putting aside other things, Cohen is indeed a very perfect partner; apart from the flaw of being a playboy, he's quite suitable for her sister.

She had actually hoped long ago that her sister would find a good man and live a stable life.

Otherwise, lurking in the crisis-ridden "Black Tomb" all day long, one doesn't know when one will encounter unpredictable dangers.

Overall, Cohen is considered a good match. Didn't she initially value his charm and agree to sign a soul contract with him?

Seeing that Mefis's attitude had softened, Cohen immediately said:

"Miss Mefis, I will help you解除 the soul contract we signed before.

Everyone will be family from now on, and I will also do my best to help you and Lady Belmodi with matters related to magic potions."

Cohen's words completely dissipated Mefis's resentment.

Mefis clearly knew how beneficial Cohen's theories on magic potions were to the Sequence Holders; his willingness to provide them for free was enough to show Melantha's position in his heart.

Mefis sighed softly:

"You… Melantha has only known how to cultivate since she was a child; she's a very simple girl. You must treat her well in the future.

As for the magic potion matter, we won't force you to do anything; just help me and Sister Belmodi as much as you can."

Cohen naturally agreed readily.

Finally appeasing Mefis, Cohen breathed a sigh of relief.

Mefis suddenly thought of something and asked:

"How did you know Melantha's true identity?"

Cohen replied:

"When I saved Melantha in the Realm of Truth, I inscribed a magic circle on her body.

Some time ago, when I returned to Florence, I met the salesman disguised as her again, and I recognized her identity from the traces of the magic circle on her body."

Mefis breathed a sigh of relief:

"As long as Melantha doesn't reveal any flaws, that's fine.

Also, are you confident this time that we can go back?

I'm not saying you have to abandon your Queen; the two of you can completely join our Lost Land; there's no need to fight those people head-on.

What's so nostalgic about a small country? If you stay in the Lost Land, wouldn't it be better for us and Sister Belmodi to jointly manage the Endless Alliance and the Mysterious Continent?"

Cohen knew that Mefis meant well, but to seek a place in the great changes of the future, one must have a country as a foundation.

Hearing Cohen say this, Mefis, who had witnessed his various legendary deeds, also inexplicably gained confidence.

The long night finally ended. After dealing with the three girls in the team, Cohen, even as a Transcendent, felt a burst of fatigue at this time.

Leaving Mefis's room and looking at the time, it was still early. Cohen felt that the desire that had been aroused by the Princess just now was burning again.

So he knocked on Windsor's door and whispered:

"Windsor, Windsor, I'm here to give you a massage."

Windsor naturally knew what Cohen meant by knocking on the door at this time. What massage? He was probably going to massage her clothes off.

She suppressed the shyness in her heart and said:

"I'm not in the mood tonight. Aren't we going to negotiate with the Darkwing Family tomorrow? Get some rest."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of opening the door, Cohen activated "Ghost Crab" on his feet, a wall-penetrating skill!

Windsor was obviously ready to sleep, wearing transparent silk pajamas, staring at Cohen who had penetrated the wall, and snorted softly.

Cohen looked at the tempting body in front of him, and his heart was burning.

Under the soft and smooth snow-white abdomen, a pair of even and slender beautiful legs were completely revealed.

From the thighs and calves to the toes, they presented perfect and pleasing lines.

Windsor looked away and said softly:

"You… you haven't returned to the Elf Clan with me yet; I can't give you my body yet."

Cohen had also heard a little about the customs of the Elves and naturally wouldn't force it.

Besides, he still had to save his first time for the Queen.

Cohen said softly:

"I'm just here to help the Elf lady relieve some physical fatigue."

Windsor glared at Cohen; who was relieving whom was not certain!

After saying that, Cohen directly leaned forward and carried Windsor onto the bed.

Windsor's eyes were filled with tears, and she was completely dizzy from Cohen's kisses. Windsor bit her lip lightly and said shyly:

"Are you doing this on purpose, bullying me?"

Cohen smiled evilly, his pupils burning with flames, biting Windsor's pointed ears, and whispered:

"Windsor, isn't there something else?"

As he spoke, his gaze moved downwards, staring at Windsor's jade feet.

Ten delicate and full jade toes, with the belly of the toes facing the sky, shone with a milky white luster like freshly peeled lychees, the back of the feet was like solidified fat, the arch of the foot was high and straight, and the outline was beautiful and smooth.

Windsor noticed Cohen's intention, a hint of astonishment appeared in her pupils, and she seemed very surprised by this, saying somewhat incredulously:

"Can… can it be like this?"

Windsor felt that her worldview had been severely impacted.

Saying that, she couldn't help but shrink her jade feet.

Windsor's expression froze, thought for a moment, and still leaned back slightly, raising her slender legs with flawless lines… …

… …

In the early morning, several girls got up one after another and came to the restaurant.

The Princess, who always liked to sleep in, actually got up exceptionally early today.

When Cohen was preparing food, Grace had already walked over wearing a suspender and yawning.

Seeing Cohen preparing food alone, she smiled teasingly:

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems someone is in good shape. After tossing and turning so fiercely last night, he still has the energy to get up so early today."

Cohen replied without changing his expression:

"If Your Highness wants to try, don't lock the door tonight."

Grace spat lightly and said:

"Keep the noise down next time; there are still minors living here!"

Cohen's face turned slightly red. He was too excited last night and forgot to set up a soundproof magic circle.

Sure enough, soon, Mefis walked in with a difficult expression, followed by Freya with a slightly red face.

After seeing Cohen, she glared at him fiercely.

Grace didn't know about the Mefis sisters, and thought that Mefis was also jealous, fanning the flames wildly from the side.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Cohen buried himself in his meal and didn't respond to the two of them.

Before long, Windsor appeared in the restaurant neatly dressed.

The slightly damp hair showed that the Elf lady had just finished bathing.

Looking at this obvious attempt to cover up the truth, Grace let out a few chuckles. Windsor pretended not to hear and calmly sat beside Cohen and began to eat.

In this strange and eerie atmosphere, the few people finished their breakfast.

Windsor leaned comfortably on the sofa and said to Cohen:

"What's the arrangement for today?"

Cohen replied:

"Let's go take a look at the army first.

Also, inform Pacino of the Darkwing Family and tell him to hurry to Endless City.

Doesn't he want to get back that half a share of the profits? Let's see what bargaining chips he comes up with."

Isabella had also greeted him about this matter not long ago and clearly told Cohen that everything was up to him and that he didn't need to worry about the pressure from the Darkwing Family.

Cohen had also deeply considered this matter.

After all, the half a share of the profits from the cross-racial trade route was still imaginary; it would take some time for it to start making a profit. It was far不如 the actual benefits.

Moreover, he already had two shares of the profits, making him the biggest beneficiary besides the Goldwing Family. Forcibly taking half a share from the Darkwing Family would easily arouse envy.

To put it another way, the Pale Wings could also be considered his own people. Even for Isabella's sake, Cohen decided to give the other party this favor.

However, a favor was a favor; if the Darkwing Family wanted to take back this half a share of the profits, it was impossible without paying a price.

After Cohen finished speaking about his thoughts, the few people began to plan what to ask from the Darkwing Family that would be more worthwhile.

After reaching a conclusion, Windsor sent someone to inform the representatives of the Darkwing Family, telling them to hurry to the "Endless Alliance" for negotiations.

After finishing things here, Cohen took the few people to the barracks of Endless City to inspect his troops.

Arnold knew that Cohen was coming to review the troops today, so he had pulled the army outside the city early.

As the dawn broke, under the gray sky, the vast and boundless suburban plains were covered by two thousand black-clad Orcs, forming a chilling iron torrent.

One by one, the burly, muscle-bound half-orcs, their rough skin adorned with the war tattoos representing their respective tribes, wielded battle axes, spiked clubs, and longbows that gleamed with cold light.

The edges of the blades and the tips of the arrows shimmered with a bloodthirsty light in the dim light.

Dark blue Star Guardian armor covered their bodies, emitting a dull metallic clang with their movements.

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The ranks were orderly, like mobile hills, exuding a chilling aura.

At the forefront of the army, Arnold wore ornate, exquisite armor, his face solemn, his eyes firm and blazing, radiating a chilling authority.

The cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, like a burning battle spirit, with no trace of the destitution and hardship of his former adventurer days.

At Arnold's command, the half-orc army arranged itself into square formations, with neat intervals between them, as precisely aligned as a chessboard.

In the front row were half-orc heavy infantry wielding enormous tower shields, kneeling on one knee and plunging their shields deep into the earth, forming a fortress of steel.

Each tower shield was inscribed with mysterious magical runes, and countless shields connected, emitting astonishing magical fluctuations.

Magical quality weapons!

Cohen spared no expense to build this army.

In addition to a set of God-Devil equipment for each person, he also equipped everyone with suitable magical weapons.

Close behind were the half-orc assault troops wielding melee weapons, their feet apart, standing firmly, their eyes filled with fanaticism and bloodlust, as if they were about to rush towards the enemy like a surging tide in the next second.

Further back were rows of half-orc longbowmen and javelin throwers, holding longbows and arrows with magical attributes and thick, long javelins, enough to bring a wave of deathly wails.

This was a truly invincible and all-conquering elite force!

Cohen overlooked all of this, a surge of majestic power welling up in his heart. When this elite army of 20,000 half-orcs officially made its debut with him, it would definitely shock the entire continent.

Although the young ladies had been in Endless City, they rarely came to inspect the military camp.

Except for Freya, who occasionally came to see her father, the others were seeing such a large-scale, complete, and awe-inspiring half-orc army for the first time.

Grace's eyes sparkled, her gaze fixed on Cohen, as if she wanted to see right through him.

This drew a murmur from the elven lady beside her.

Grace had seen the imperial army of the Eastern Domain Empire set out on expeditions and had also attended oath-taking ceremonies as a royal representative.

Even from her perspective, Cohen's half-orc army was in no way inferior to the empire's most elite soldiers.

And this was only the result of a few months of training, thanks not only to Arnold's unparalleled talent as a general but also to the half-orcs' amazing physical qualities.

Of course, more importantly, it was Cohen who made all of this possible!

Grace now truly admired this handsome young man even more. To build such a magnificent army from a group of disorganized half-orcs was the real foundation for her to confront Shasor!

Grace subtly touched the blood pact hidden on her forehead, determined to bind herself to Cohen for life!

After inspecting the army, Arnold, in full military attire, walked up to Cohen and gave a solemn military salute.

Cohen returned the salute and said:

"Well done. You've worked hard during this time. We're about to begin our advance on Florence.

Have them disband first and return to the camp. I'll explain the details to you."

"As you command!"

Back in the military camp, Arnold had already changed into casual clothes. He glared at Freya, who was cheerfully greeting him from the side, then came to Cohen's side and respectfully saluted again.

Arnold's admiration and respect for Cohen came from the bottom of his heart.

Without Cohen, he and Freya would still be wandering aimlessly, risking their lives for a meager living allowance.

And Freya would not have been able to advance to the extraordinary so quickly and become a true warlock.

All of this was given by the man in front of him, and Arnold was filled with gratitude.

Cohen smiled and said:

"No need to be so polite in front of your own people."

After exchanging pleasantries, Cohen got down to business:

"Time is tight. There are twenty days left until the war. Arrange the march as soon as possible.

My plan is that before entering the human continent, you can march as a normal army.

When you get to the human continent, you will disguise yourselves as a slave-catching team and slaves, cross the Western Domain Empire, and head to Florence.

I have already made arrangements in Florence. Someone will come forward to buy the slaves in your hands and arrange for you to stay in the city.

Once you've settled down, I'll give you an address, and you can find me there."

Arnold meticulously noted everything, then stated that he would definitely arrive on time within the specified period.

Cohen added:

"I'll take Freya back to the royal capital directly. You don't have to worry about her safety."

A look of gratitude appeared in Arnold's eyes. His biggest worry when the war started was his daughter.

Cohen's words relieved him of his worries.

With the army's affairs arranged, Cohen began to wait for the Darkwing family to come to his door.

Once the turmoil in Florence began, the secret of his training the half-orc army using the "Concentric Curse Seal" would be impossible to hide, and the price of half-orcs would definitely skyrocket.

He wanted to use this time to prepare more half-orcs, and Pacino of the Darkwing family was a fat sheep delivered to his door.

… …

In Endless City, on the wide bluestone avenue, two well-dressed, extraordinary young men walked through the city gate with the crowded flow of people.

Passing through the city gate, the city's well-connected roads were distributed in a very regular chessboard pattern, wide and straight.

The buildings on both sides of the road were uniform in style, mostly with pointed roofs and steep slopes, covered with tiles that shimmered with strange metallic light.

The main structure of the buildings was constructed of white marble, with exquisitely carved patterns on the pillars, arches, and window frames, with a very obvious elven style.

Traveling through the city, the industrial area, commercial area, residential area, and administrative area were orderly and reasonably planned, showing no signs of being a city-state that had just been established for more than a year.

One of the older men looked at the bustling scene in front of him, a look of astonishment appearing in his eyes. He turned to the young man beside him and said:

"Lamb, is this Endless City?

Why do I feel like I've come to some royal capital in the human continent?"

Lamb also looked surprised and whispered:

"This Lord of Shadows really has some tricks up his sleeve. Not only is he good at seizing territory, but now it seems that he is also very skilled in governing city-states and development planning.

It hasn't been long, and Endless City is already in no way inferior to the other large cities of the oasis-level forces.

I heard that he has a deep cooperation with the Solari family, a famous construction tycoon in the Lost Lands. Presumably, Endless City is the work of the Solari family."

Pacino Della, the second in line to inherit the Darkwing family, slightly pursed his lips and said with a hint of jealousy:

"Lamb, you're praising this kid too much.

Such obvious elven-style buildings and decorations must have been planned by his elven wife.

What's her name… Windrunner, the one who negotiated with us a few times before."

Lamb's eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered:

"Windsor Della Windrunner!

The royal daughter of the Winged Elves.

According to the information from the family, it has been confirmed that this Windrunner is the court steward beside His Majesty Klein."

Pacino was startled and asked:

"So the Lord of Shadows is from our Central Empire?"

Lamb shook his head and said:

"It's not clear, but since Her Majesty the Empress has sent her personal court steward to the side of the Lord of Shadows, it's enough to show that the relationship between the two is extraordinary."

Pacino sighed and said inexplicably:

"Why are all the good women taken by other men?

Queen Effie is one, the Golden Winged Girl is one, and this Windrunner is also… even the latter two were taken by the same person. The gods are unfair!"

Lamb pretended not to hear Pacino's complaints, and the two continued to stroll around the city.

They had actually arrived at the Endless Alliance a day earlier than the agreed negotiation time, and even disguised themselves with magical tools to hide their true identities.

They wanted to secretly investigate the situation of "Endless City" to prepare for the upcoming negotiations.

The deeper they went into the city, the more shocked they became. The prosperity and luxury of Endless City far exceeded their expectations. It was nothing like a city-state that had just restored order.

Pacino and Lamb came to the most luxurious hotel in the city center. In the magnificent lobby, a huge fountain danced to the music, splashing water and reflecting into colorful water mist under the magical lights.

Young waiters in gorgeous uniforms smiled and shuttled between the guests.

After all, Pacino had been in the "Lost Lands" for a while and had heard of many famous forces and families in the "Lost Lands."

In just a short while, he recognized several famous business tycoons and dignitaries in the "Lost Lands."

Lamb sighed slightly:

"In less than five years, this will become another commercial and economic center in the 'Lost Lands'.

It's hard to believe that everything that has been built here is just a young man of about twenty years old."

The two found a private room and were about to order when the waiter serving them suddenly smiled and said:

"Young masters, our master has ordered that we specially prepare special dishes from Prague for you, please wait!"

Prague!

Hearing this name, Pacino and Lamb were suddenly shocked.

This is the hometown of their Della family!