My queen is rebelling!

Andre's interest was piqued: “Oh? I wonder what I can do to help the Second Young Master?”

Sandro gritted his teeth and said: “Help me kill someone!”

A cheerful smile appeared on Andre's lips, and he asked: “Who? Is there anyone in Effie who the Second Young Master can't kill?”

Sandro told Andre about Cohen.

Andre nodded slightly:

“Does this mean the Special Envoy agrees?”

Andre smiled and said:

“I can't. This person should already be within Raymond's sights. Moreover, he seems to have some unclear connection with the 'Pale Wings'. If I rashly take action, it would be too high-profile and risky.”

Sandro's face darkened, which was exactly what he was worried about.

He had already received news that after the competition, Raymond had a long, private conversation with this “Lord of Shadows,” and in the end, Raymond personally escorted him out.

A Legendary-rank expert personally escorting a Tier 1 young man—the implications were obvious: This person is under my protection!

In the Demon Tide Continent, no one would underestimate the power of a Legendary-rank expert, otherwise, he wouldn't have sought Andre's help.

Killing a Tier 1 expert is easy; the tricky part is the subsequent revenge from a Legendary-rank expert.

“However, it's not like there's no way.”

Andre changed the subject and continued:

“I know some interesting friends. If the Second Young Master is willing to pay a considerable price, they might be willing to help you solve your troubles.”

Sandro's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked:

“Are they reliable? Are they not afraid of revenge from a Legendary-rank expert?”

Andre lowered his voice, becoming somewhat sinister:

“A Legendary-rank expert is nothing. Perhaps they would even dare to attack a Saint-rank!”

Sandro's eyes widened suddenly, and a heavy name popped into his mind. He might already know who Andre's friends were!

Black Tomb!

He gasped, and his gaze towards Andre carried a hint of fear.

Being friends with such vicious and evil people, this Andre must not be a good bird either.

Andre immediately put on a warm smile:

“If the Second Young Master is interested, I can contact them for you immediately. Coincidentally, they are nearby. Maybe they can come over in a little while.”

Sandro's face twitched violently, and his throat felt parched:

“You mean… the people from Black Tomb are near here? This is the capital of Effie!”

Andre shrugged:

“They seem to have some big operation recently. Many people are secretly converging towards the capital. Originally, my friend wasn't here, but he only arrived in the past two days.”

Sandro hesitated for a long time, and then, recalling Cohen's mockery and scolding in the arena, a burst of anger arose:

“Then I'll have to trouble the Special Envoy!”

Andre chuckled and took out a black magic stone, injected a stream of magic power, and whispered something, not avoiding Sandro at all.

About an hour later, Sandro suddenly felt the air temperature drop a few degrees, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.

Before his eyes, a black-robed figure stood quietly like a ghost, with a black hood covering his face, revealing cold and sharp eyes, like a sharp blade in the cold night, filled with ruthlessness and determination.

The body exuded a bone-deep coldness, almost causing Sandro's mind to sink.

Andre clapped his hands lightly, interrupting the black-robed man's mental intimidation of Sandro:

“Alright, let me introduce you. This is Sandro Gunter, the second son of the Grand Duke of Effie's Southern Territory, Baron.”

Sandro's back was already soaked in cold sweat. Just now, his mind was full of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. If Andre hadn't reminded him, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Andre slowed down his voice:

“As for this one… the Second Young Master can call him 'Salesman'!”

“Salesman's” cold gaze stared at Sandro, and a stiff voice rang out:

“Are you placing an order?”

Sandro swallowed and replied dryly:

“Placing an order?”

Andre coughed lightly: “It's just who you want to kill. It's their slang.”

Sandro quickly said:

“'Lord of Shadows', the mysterious person who won ten consecutive victories in the arena today.”

“Time?”

“The sooner the better!”

“Salesman's” ring flickered, and a ledger appeared in his hand. He wrote and calculated on it, and from time to time, he took out a communication stone and entered something on it.

After busying himself for a long time, he finally slowly spat out a number:

“Ten thousand.”

Sandro's heart almost skipped a beat, and he blurted out:

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“That's so much!”

Andre also frowned slightly, surprised:

“Eh, Little Ye, why is it so much? It's almost as much as the last order… uh, don't rip people off. The Second Young Master is my beloved friend, my brother!”

“Salesman” originally never explained to customers, but at this time, Andre spoke up, and for some reason, he said:

“According to intelligence, this person has been regarded by Raymond as a candidate for the [God Guard Reserve Camp], and he has also invested 5,000 gold coins in him, which is extremely important. Asking for 10,000 is reasonable.”

Andre's face suddenly filled with interest:

“Oh, for Raymond, that old fox, to be so generous, it seems that this 'Lord of Shadows' really has something unusual about him.

Little Ye, if you take this order, don't do it today. I plan to go see him tomorrow.”

Sandro was taken aback. First, he didn't expect Raymond to value Cohen so much, and second, he was also shocked by the intelligence capabilities of "Black Tomb."

The [God Guard Reserve Camp] and Raymond's investment must have only happened during the day, and "Black Tomb" received the news so quickly. The powerful intelligence capabilities made him shudder.

He strongly suspected that there were also "Black Tomb" spies in the Grand Duke's mansion in the Southern Territory.

After hesitating for a long time, Sandro finally made up his mind:

“Okay, I'll do it!”

“Half the deposit.”

Sandro gritted his teeth, took out five gold exchange notes with a face value of one thousand, and handed them to the other party.

“Salesman” took it, threw a silver token and a communication stone to the other party. The token was written with the words "Silver Rank Two Zero Seven".

Andre patiently explained:

“This is the killer's contact token, a one-time use, representing the killer code-named 'Silver Rank Two Zero Seven' in Black Tomb serving you.

After the mission is completed, he will take the initiative to contact you for verification, and then you can pay the remaining balance.”

Sandro asked:

“What is the strength of this 'Silver Rank Two Zero Seven'?”

Andre replied:

“Silver Rank.”

Sandro was relieved. No matter how powerful that “Lord of Shadows” was, he was just a Tier 1 transcendent. Sending out a Silver Rank was more than enough.

No matter how powerful Raymond was, it was impossible for him to protect him twenty-four hours a day.

Andre turned to ask "Salesman":

“Little Ye, do you guys have any big plans recently? Why do I feel like you are all rushing to Florence? Could it be that someone wants to stage a coup?”

Sandro also quietly pricked up his ears.

“Coming for tourism.”

As soon as the words fell, "Salesman" disappeared silently into the shadows.

Andre frowned slightly. Did they have to keep it a secret even from him? It seemed that the target of this mission was no small matter. Who could it be…