My queen is rebelling!

Kern was listening with great interest when Roman's abrupt halt left him puzzled. He asked, "I also heard that His Majesty likes what? Why did you stop? Continue."

Roman stammered, glancing at Windsor, deeply hesitant.

However, under Kern's intense gaze, he had to bite the bullet and continue, though his voice was very low:

"I heard... I heard... I heard that His Majesty is rather fond of... well... so some military bigwigs in Frost Star City are discussing whether to send a few beautiful women to His Majesty, and it would be even better if they could use this to arrange a marriage with Effaine."

"How thoughtful!

When the country is in trouble, you think of sending women. What does the country need you men for!"

Roman immediately lowered his head, not uttering a word.

Kern was also extremely indignant. Who was spreading these rumors? It was truly malicious.

If this reached Yadel's ears, he would probably not be able to sleep in his bed for several days.

Kern cleared his throat, masking his emotions, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's leave this matter for now.

General Roman, I am very interested in the secret gathering of lower-ranking officers you just mentioned. Can you tell me more about it?"

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, slightly organizing his thoughts, and said:

"As far as I know, this secret gathering has a formal name, called the Dawn Society.

It is composed of a group of young, lower-ranking officers from poor peasant and worker backgrounds, from different units and positions.

Previously, members only engaged in simple correspondence. It was not until the corruption case of Earl Claude, the Army Chief of Staff, broke out that it gradually formed a stable officer organization.

After Earl Claude was reinstated and the leading officers were executed, the influence of the Dawn Society became greater and greater. Even in the Special Operations Division, where most members are descendants of nobles and wealthy merchants, many officers have joined it."

Kern's eyes flickered, and he asked with a smile:

"General Roman knows so much about the Dawn Society, could it be..."

Roman nodded solemnly:

"I also come from a poor peasant family in a remote town, and I am one of the few officers who can access the upper echelons of the military. The Dawn Society once sent me an invitation to join.

However, I did not join. I only learned about it from the sidelines.

I suspect that there are big figures in the military supporting the Dawn Society, with the aim of bringing down Earl Claude."

Kern asked:

"With your position and status, if you join the Dawn Society, can you meet this military bigwig behind the scenes?"

After a brief thought, Roman gave a definite answer:

"If I make this request, I should be able to meet him."

A thoughtful look appeared in Kern's eyes, and he continued to ask:

"General Roman graduated from the Army NCO School. Are there many of your classmates from the same or previous classes who are serving in the military?"

Roman quickly replied:

"Most of them are serving in the military."

"How many are in the field army, and how many are in the capital's military circle?"

"Seventy percent are in military regions across the country, and thirty percent are in the capital's military circle."

Kern had a plan in mind and continued to ask:

"Among your classmates from the same class, which ones hold key positions?

Preferably those who can access military intelligence and communications.

In addition, among the military seniors you have a good relationship with, are there any who can directly contact Duke Silverfrost and the Army Chief of Staff?"

Roman's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face trembled slightly.

Years of military experience gave him an almost instinctive intuition about Kern's question. Three words reflexively popped into his mind, and then they were like roots planted in his brain, lingering —

Subordinates overthrowing superiors!

Roman felt a surge of heat and a slight tremor caused by tension and fear. He forced himself to calm down, lowered his voice, and replied:

"I am a graduate of the 13th class of the Army NCO School. Among my classmates, two others have the same rank of colonel as me.

One is the commander of the 3rd Special Operations Regiment of the Special Operations Division, and the other is the commander of the 9th Regiment of the Capital Police Division.

There is also a senior who is from my hometown and is currently the assistant director of the Silverfrost Central Intelligence Agency, with the rank of colonel. He can indirectly access a large amount of military intelligence.

Several military seniors have a good relationship with me, namely Lieutenant General Jose, the deputy commander of the Capital Police Division, Lieutenant General Chambers, the Quartermaster General of the Ministry of Defense, and Major General Beron, the director of the Operations Department of the Army General Staff Headquarters.

Among these people, Commander Jose can directly contact Army Chief of Staff Earl Claude. Commander Jose has also been my superior who has promoted and cared for me throughout my growth, and he is also a close business partner of Mr. Julian!"

Kern's eyes flickered. This Commander Jose should be the connection that Julian initially made for Roman!

Unknowingly, the atmosphere in the private room had become unusually heavy and stagnant.

General Roman was already a sixth-tier peak transcendent. Logically, he should be immune to heat and cold, but he was still sweating profusely on his back due to inexplicable tension and excitement, and he couldn't help but unbutton his collar.

A strong sense of hunger surged uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, an extreme desire for power and glory!

Kern's voice was like a clear spring in summer, bringing a sense of coolness to General Roman:

"What is the cultivation level of Army Chief of Staff Earl Claude?"

General Roman said in a hoarse voice:

"A fifth-tier who was piled up with massive resources, with no practical combat experience. I can beat ten of him with one hand!"

"What about Duke Silverfrost?"

"Like me, sixth-tier peak, but there is a legendary-tier secretly protecting his safety, who is also the only human legendary-tier transcendent in the Silverfrost Principality."

The other one is the Silverfrost Principality's guardian beast, the Ice Phoenix, with legendary-tier strength.

"Based on all the intelligence I have investigated in Frost Star City, the person Duke Silverfrost trusts the most should be Army Chief of Staff Earl Claude and Prime Minister Faria."

Roman immediately nodded.

Kern's voice was full of magnetism, as if from the depths of hell, with a devilish bewitchment:

"General Roman, His Majesty has a plan of action. I wonder if you are interested?"

Roman's eyes widened, staring intently at Kern.

Kern's lips moved slightly, slowly saying:

"The code name of the plan is — Exterminate Vermin and Shoot the Sun!"

…

After seeing General Roman off, a look of eager anticipation appeared in Kern's eyes.

There was nothing more exciting than personally overthrowing and ending the regime of a country.

Windsor watched Roman's departing figure, asking with suspicion:

"Can it be done with just a few young officers?"

Kern's voice was filled with undeniable determination:

"As long as the strategy is proper and unexpected, it can be done.

The heart of a country is not as indestructible as imagined. No matter how strong the door is, the key is in the hands of people!"

After seeing General Roman off, Kern began the preliminary preparations.

He first contacted Yadel, asking her to arrange for the Dreadfiend Akdimon to be sent to the Silverfrost Principality as quickly as possible. Akdimon, who could invade human minds and replace them, was the most crucial link in the entire plan.

Then he arranged for Julian, the newly appointed stationmaster of the Quaiser Ang Station, to start spreading news in the Ceylon Kingdom.

Claiming that an Effainean demihuman legion of two thousand men had begun a state of combat readiness, with the target pointing directly at the Silverfrost Principality, and was discussing with the Western Regions Empire about borrowing a road, preparing to bypass the Ceylon Kingdom from the Western Regions Empire and directly attack Silverfrost's north.

Finally, he had to act for real. He directly ordered Marshal Arnold to send a demihuman legion of two thousand men to start advancing towards the border between Effaine and the Western Regions Empire, while also having the Queen send an envoy to the Western Regions Empire.

After receiving this series of inexplicable orders from Kern, Yadel vaguely felt that Kern was preparing to do something big in the Silverfrost Principality.

Worried about his personal safety, she simply opened the communication array, and a graceful figure appeared in front of Kern and Windsor.

Yadel asked Kern:

"I don't know what you are planning to do, but the Silverfrost Principality is also a country that has been established for more than five hundred years, and its military system, transcendent sequence, and government agencies are very complete. It is not so easy to destroy.

You might as well wait for the Western Regions Empire to submit a proposal that allows for legal deployment of troops, and then we will take action against Silverfrost and the Holy Oak."

Kern replied:

"Sister, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I guarantee that I can take Silverfrost without bloodshed.

By the way, you notify Uncle Haug and come over with Akdimon."

Yadel asked:

"Is one legendary-tier enough for Uncle?"

Kern's face froze slightly, looking at Yadel's burning gaze, and lowered his voice:

"I plan to contact the Golden Wing Family and have them send a high-level legendary-tier to assist me."

Yadel was unexpectedly not angry, but breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Is it Mr. Modo?

With him and Uncle, your safety is not a problem. Okay, I won't say much. Be careful in Silverfrost.

Windsor, help me take care of him!"

After saying that, she disappeared from the formation.

Kern breathed a sigh of relief and contacted Isabella again, asking Mr. Modo to go to the Silverfrost Principality.

After doing all this, it was now up to General Roman's performance.

The three most important people in the entire operation plan were Lieutenant General Jose, the Deputy Commander of the Capital Garrison Command, who could directly contact the Army Chief of Staff, the mysterious military bigwig who controlled a large number of grassroots officers and the Dawn Society, and the assistant director of the Central Intelligence Agency, Roman's old senior.

Roman's actions were extremely swift. In less than two days, he sent Kern a message that General Jose wanted to meet in person!

…

The Frost Star Veterans Club is located in the very center of Frost Star City, built in a magnificent, noble, and luxurious style.

Rumor has it that it was personally invested and built by Baron Singer, a top financier from the Ceylon Kingdom, and behind it, there was even the handiwork of Prince Charles, the Second Prince of the Ceylon Kingdom.

Therefore, even though its scale and luxury were no less than the Duke's Palace next door, no one in the Silverfrost Principality dared to criticize anything.

In the secret private room on the top floor of the club, Kern and Windsor sat on the sofa, waiting for the arrival.

Soon, two steady footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the door, followed by General Roman's voice:

"Lord Yan, Commander Jose has arrived."

"Please come in."

Roman led a middle-aged general in front, stepping into the reception room with a solemn expression.

As soon as Jose entered, he was, unsurprisingly, stunned by Cohen's youth and Winsarde's beauty. Then, he narrowed his eyes, sizing up Cohen, and went straight to the point, asking:

"Are you Baron Singer's lord?

I heard that Mr. Julian Singer has been serving under Prince Charles of the Kingdom of Ceylon. You wouldn't tell me you're Prince Charles, would you?"

Cohen took a sip of tea, replying calmly:

"My identity is not important. What's important is whether General Jose wants to become the future Chief of the Army Staff of this country!"

Jose's expression was very solemn as he asked:

"Roman said the same thing to me. Roman is young, of course, and I don't mean to look down on young people.

The King and Queen of Effie have proven to everyone that there are ruthless characters among young people.

What I mean is, I'm not as easily fooled as Roman. I've dedicated most of my life to serving this country, and I don't want to be branded a traitor at the last moment!"

Cohen's voice was mysterious and low:

"Failure is treason, success is revolution.

And we will surely succeed!"

Jose was silent, his gaze stern and full of pressure, but Cohen remained calm, as if it were nothing, his voice in Jose's ear, deliberate and measured:

"Two Legendary-tier, high-level transcendents!"

Jose's breathing suddenly hitched.

Legendary-tier!

And both are high-level!

The two battles of the Saints that occurred in Florence were, after all, just coincidences. Under normal circumstances on the human continent, Legendary-tier individuals are extremely rare and rarely seen.

Of the humans who are able to advance to transcendence, only one in ten remains, and even fewer can cultivate all the way to the Gold-tier.

And of those who can successfully break through from the ninth rank to the Legendary-tier, perhaps not even one in a hundred.

More than ninety percent of the Legendary-tier powerhouses on the human continent have accumulated over long years.

Because once a human breaks through to the Legendary-tier, they can theoretically achieve immortality.

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Small countries like Silverfrost, which have only been established for a few hundred years, have no accumulated foundation. The entire national government only has two Legendary-tier transcendents, one of which is an Ice Phoenix passed down through generations.

Therefore, when Jose heard that there were two high-level Legendary-tier transcendents who would stand on his side, the shock and surprise in his heart can be imagined.

Cohen's voice continued to ring in his ear:

"After it's done, the position of Chief of the Army Staff will be yours.

If you're willing to continue talking, please sit down. If you still have concerns, I won't force you."

Jose narrowed his eyes slightly. 'Won't force me?'

Then why has that Gold-tier elf beside you been locking onto me with his aura since I came in?

Secrets are achieved through discretion, and words lead to failure.

The moment he stepped into this room, he actually had little choice.

A Gold-tier elf…

A young noble…

Two high-level Legendary-tier transcendents right off the bat…

Jose's eyes widened suddenly, and a flash of lightning ran through his mind. When he looked at Cohen again, his pupils were like an earthquake.

Sir Yahn?

Adair, Cohen!

The other party's identity was self-evident!

The Silverfrost Principality's current number one enemy, the continent's hottest rising star, King Cohen Corleone of Effie!

Jose felt a bone-chilling chill creep up his back. Facing this young king who could even kill Saints, Jose felt only fear and shock in his heart.

He quickly turned his head to look at Roman behind him, whose expression was very serious and whose eyes were cold, obviously having known the other party's identity for a long time!

What was he doing?

Plotting a coup against his own lord with the king of an enemy country?

This was utter betrayal of his own country!

Cohen was not surprised that Jose had seen through his identity. He seemed to see the entanglement in Jose's heart and said with a chuckle:

"General Jose, a coup is treason in itself. What difference does it make who you conspire with?

Why deceive yourself?

If there is a difference, then the only difference is that conspiring with me will make the coup more likely to succeed!

I have unlimited strength to back you up!"

Jose couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Yes, the other party had unlimited strength to back him up.

Even if he went out now to report him, what could he do?

During the turmoil in Florence, the two great empires joined forces, along with so many Saints and Legendaries, and they still couldn't take down Cohen. Could he rely on his little Silverfrost Principality?

Don't be ridiculous!

He was sure that the reason why the other party secretly instigated a coup, instead of openly sending troops to occupy the country, was just to take into account international public opinion.

If he really got anxious, Silverfrost Principality's military strength couldn't withstand a single charge from the beastman legions.

Was he to be a heroic general who died for his country, or a high-ranking Chief of the Army Staff?

Such a multiple-choice question was too easy to answer.

Jose lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice:

"As you wish, Your Majesty Corleone. You must promise me that you will not harm the civilians of the Silverfrost Principality!"

Cohen clapped his hands and said with a loud laugh:

"What a good soldier who cares for the country and its people!

The gods bear witness, from now on, the citizens of Silverfrost are also our citizens of Effie. As a monarch, I will certainly not harm my own people!

Future Chief of the Army Staff of Silverfrost, I, Cohen Corleone, will never break my word!"

A complex expression appeared on Jose's face, but this emotion was quickly drowned out by the beautiful picture promised by Cohen.

Chief of the Army Staff!

That was the position he had dreamed of!

He was only from a minor noble family, and he had exhausted all his connections and resources to become the Deputy Commander of the Capital Police Department. Not to mention Chief of the Army Staff, even if he wanted to be promoted to become the Commander of the Capital Police Department, it was impossible in this lifetime.

Since the country wouldn't give it to him, he had no choice but to snatch it himself!

After all, he had spent half his life in the military, and his military habits were very strong.

Once he made a decision, Jose no longer hesitated. He immediately switched sides and began to seriously plan his future with Cohen and Roman, throwing himself into the raging rebellion.

Cohen said calmly:

"We must unite all forces that can be united.

For example, the large number of grassroots soldiers and lower-middle-level officers who are dissatisfied with the current system, and the organization that controls these people is called the Dawn Society.

General Jose must have heard of it. Does the General know who the organizer of the Dawn Society is?"

Jose shook his head:

"I don't know the exact identity. However, according to my analysis, this person should be in the core circle of the military. I speculate that he is very likely to be the commander of a war zone.

Because many of the evidence about Viscount Claude, the Chief of the Army Staff, embezzling the field army's military pay were first disclosed by the Dawn Society.

To be able to do this, one must have deep roots and intelligence sources in the military and various war zones. Otherwise, there would be no channel to understand a lot of information."

Cohen asked:

"What do you think is the probability of our winning this person over?"

Jose replied with a firm gaze:

"The probability is extremely high, and I even think that even if we don't take the initiative to win him over, this mastermind himself will not be able to help but make some moves.

Because since Claude was reinstated, he has stepped up the investigation and liquidation of the Dawn Society's mastermind.

The few officers who were executed for causing trouble were all the backbone of the Dawn Society.

In fact, the circle with the authority to access the evidence of Viscount Claude's corruption is very small. I'm afraid it won't be long before Claude can find out his true identity, so he should be more anxious than us now.

His recent efforts to win over some generals from civilian backgrounds are proof of this. Roman has received more than one invitation from the Dawn Society."

Hearing Lieutenant General Jose's analysis, Cohen was confident and looked at Roman:

"I'll leave this task to you. Try to get this mastermind out in the shortest possible time.

As long as we can gain the other party's trust and cooperation, our chances of success will be even greater!"

Roman nodded firmly:

"Within three days, I will reply to Your Majesty!"

…

At the garrison of the 1st Special Operations Regiment under the Special Operations Division, Roman took a letter that he had hidden for a long time, called his adjutant, and the two took advantage of the night to head towards the remote mountains.

Following the guidance of the content on the letter, they passed through a hidden path and came to an abandoned camp.

As soon as the two walked to the center of the camp, a group of unfamiliar soldiers suddenly emerged around them.

The soldiers were wearing ordinary combat uniforms, and it was impossible to tell which army and region they belonged to.

Facing the encirclement of the crowd, Roman's expression was as calm as a lake. He said coldly:

"I want to see your leader."

Before long, a young and handsome officer walked out of the dilapidated camp tent.

Roman knew this person. He was a staff officer in the Special Operations Division's Operations Room. He didn't expect that the other party was also a member of the Dawn Society.

Presumably, he was the one who reported his situation to the Dawn Society's high-level officials. The invitation letter should have been sent to him by the other party.

Before the other party could speak, Roman took the initiative to say:

"I've seen you before, Staff Officer Meek of the Special Operations Division's Operations Room, right?"

Staff Officer Meek showed a gentle smile on his face and said:

"General Roman has a good memory. That's right, I'm Meek. I'm honored to meet the General here!"

Meek gave Roman a solemn military salute, with a sincere respect on his face, and then waved to the unfamiliar soldiers around him:

"General Roman, like us, comes from a poor background.

During his tenure, General Roman promoted and reused many of our comrades from the same background, and he is very concerned about the lives of the brothers at the grassroots level. He is our comrade-in-arms.

You all go down, I'll talk to the General alone."

The soldiers saluted and left in an orderly manner.

Roman also signaled his adjutant to step aside for the time being.

In an instant, only the two of them were left in the large camp.

Staff Officer Meek's expression was obviously more relaxed. He said with a smile:

"General Roman, I knew that you would definitely agree with our proposition and belief, and choose to join us!"

Roman stared at Staff Officer Meek for a while, and said in a deep voice:

"I can join, but I want to confirm that I will not become a tool or a sacrifice to be used by some ambitious person.

I must see the real organizer of the Dawn Society with my own eyes!"