My queen is rebelling!

Noticing Cohen's action, Julian immediately stopped speaking and followed Cohen's gaze.

The file contained an experience from Marin Paxson's childhood.

It was a glorious resume from his youth.

Marin was originally born into an ordinary baronial family in Kesaang, the capital of the Kingdom of Ceylon, but he showed extraordinary abilities from an early age.

Especially at the age of eight, he was able to recognize some ancient Star Language that even many senior scholars could not understand.

It was precisely because of his exceptional talent for Star Language that he was valued by the president of the National Central University of the Kingdom of Ceylon at the time, who specially approved his admission to the university's juvenile class.

This allowed him to soar all the way, eventually entering the core circle of the ruling class of the Kingdom of Ceylon.

Cohen frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice:

"Marin Paxson was actually able to come into contact with ancient Star Language as a child?

Does your Kingdom of Ceylon offer this course when enlightening children?"

Julian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head affirmatively after a little thought:

"No, in my impression, not many people in the entire kingdom have even heard of this language.

Star Language, this should be the language of the extinct Star Clan. Even in universities, I estimate that only a few schools study this language."

Cohen's tone suddenly became strange:

"Throughout the entire human continent, only Cobalt Soul Academy and some secret research institutions of the five great empires have mastered some Star Language.

How could Marin Paxson have the ability to recognize Star Language at the age of eight?"

Julian replied:

"It is indeed a bit strange, but this doesn't seem to be a big problem.

Maybe he is just more talented in these minor languages."

A deep look of contemplation emerged in Cohen's eyes. If it were any other language, it would be fine, but it was the ancient Star Language, which could not help but make Cohen have a strange association.

The ancient Star Clan, a race that can be traced back to the era of the ancient gods, once ruled the entire world together with the Dragon Clan and the Human Clan.

The ancient Star Clan mastered the laws of stellar operation and cultivated extremely quickly. Almost everyone was a prophet, naturally able to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and easily find various opportunities on the continent.

The development of the Star Clan and the unlimited exploitation of resources posed a great threat to the survival of the Human Clan and the Dragon Clan.

Finally, with the secret joint efforts of the Human Clan and the Dragon Clan, most of the Star Clan were destroyed, with only a few surviving members.

In the setting of the previous life's game, the ancient Star Clan was also considered a mid-game Boss.

When the War of the Myriad Kingdoms entered a white-hot stage, the ancient Star Clan remnants, who had been lurking for ten thousand years, would emerge from the shadows, taking advantage of the chaotic situation to re-establish their race.

At that time, the various human nations, due to years of mutual warfare, had accumulated hatred and were unable to unite again to deal with this ancient race.

In addition, as time passed, many people had no concept of the threat of the ancient Star Clan.

Therefore, without the intervention of external forces, these surviving Star Clan remnants developed very rapidly.

Relying on the clan's complete inheritance of ancient technology and talent, they rose rapidly in the Northwest Continent, and defeated the Northern Empire in a head-on battle, annexing many countries and establishing a Star Empire.

Fortunately, in the later stage, the gods intervened personally, and the humans barely organized an allied army, defeating the Star Empire again.

Cohen retracted his thoughts and looked at the file of Marin Paxson, the executive secretary of the Second Prince.

In his impression, the remnants of the Star Clan had long secretly integrated into human society, and would even marry and have children with some humans, giving birth to offspring.

And only those descendants who awakened the racial language would be accepted as clansmen.

The biggest reliance of the Star Clan was the ancient Star Language. Their language was their spellcasting material. In addition to using Star Language for divination and prophecy, high-level Star Clan transcendents could even use Star Language to achieve the effect of "verbalization," that is, turning words into reality.

Could this Marin Paxson be an ancient Star Clan member who has awakened the racial language?

Cohen couldn't help but have this suspicion.

Placing their clansmen next to an heir of a kingdom in the Northwest Continent is very much in line with the Star Clan's style, after all, when the Star Clan takes advantage of the human war to stir up trouble in the future, the foundation will be in the Northwest Continent.

Unfortunately, in the mid-term of the War of the Myriad Kingdoms in his previous life, Cohen was busy leading his forces to conquer cities and territories in the Central Continent, and didn't care about the Star Empire at all.

It was only when the human allied forces attacked the Star Empire in the later stage that he went to join in the fun. He didn't know exactly which countries the Star Clan had arranged which people in.

Cohen quickly thought again, if Marin Paxson is really a Star Clan remnant, why would he be so high-profile, deliberately exposing his secret of mastering the ancient Star Language?

Losing the source of the southern territory, their financial income would immediately shrink by a large margin.

However, the financial loss was only secondary.

The most important thing was that if this matter was found out to be the Second Prince Charles of the Kingdom of Ceylon behind the scenes, then everything would be ruined.

Not only would Prince Charles's future reputation be ruined, but his years of hard work and investment would also be in vain.

Especially since His Majesty the King had repeatedly ordered recently to avoid direct conflict with Aifei as much as possible, and not to give the other party an excuse to attack Ceylon.

Anyone with discernment knew that His Majesty the King of Ceylon was afraid. He was afraid of the endless and invincible orc legion behind Cohen.

This Aifei, led by the most妖孽king on the continent and the youngest legendary transcendent on the continent, had made the Kingdom of Ceylon feel terrified.

And once the things that Prince Charles and others did behind the King's back were revealed, Aifei would have sufficient reason to attack the Kingdom of Ceylon.

Not long ago, they were cheering for Saxon's defeat in Aifei, but they did not expect that so quickly, they would also taste the bitter fruit from Aifei.

That hateful king's lover, the Red Dragon Duchess!

Actually discovered the transaction between them and the nobles of the southern territory!

Baron Marin took a deep breath and stepped into the official residence with a heavy heart.

The leather shoes stepped on the floor, making a crisp sound, and the footsteps were particularly heavy.

The guards in the official residence saw that it was Baron Marin, the executive secretary of Prince Charles, and nodded slightly to show their respect.

Baron Marin steadily came to Prince Charles's office. The door of the office was ajar, and a fierce quarrel could be faintly heard inside.

Judging from the voice, it was obvious that the prince and the prince's wife were arguing loudly about something.

Baron Marin's mouth twitched slightly. He almost didn't have to think about it. It must be Prince Charles who went out to have fun and was caught by his wife again.

Baron Marin's mood became even heavier, thinking to himself, why did he have to choose this time to report this bad news to him?

After waiting for a while, the sky had completely darkened, but the office still showed no sign of stopping.

Baron Marin hesitated for a moment, thinking that His Highness should still be informed of this matter as soon as possible.

So he gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and knocked on the door of the office.

After the knock rang, the voice inside immediately became quieter.

Before long, a heavily made-up, furious noblewoman pushed open the door angrily.

It was the prince's wife who had been married to Prince Charles for more than three years.

When the wife passed by Baron Marin, Marin bowed slightly. Before the words of greeting could be spoken, he was greeted with a burst of scolding:

"Baron Marin Paxson!

It is His Majesty the King who pays your salary!

I beg you, next time don't help your Highness the Prince cover up!

He hasn't become king yet, and he wants to learn to be promiscuous?"

Baron Marin was stunned for a moment, and remained silent on the spot.

Thinking to himself, who is the wife talking about?

His Majesty the King doesn't seem to be a promiscuous person.

Before Marin could figure it out, after a brief pause, the wife continued:

"If he had half the strength and charm of King Cohen of Aifei, it wouldn't be too late to be promiscuous!"

Baron Marin suddenly realized that the wife was referring to King Cohen Corleone of Aifei!

That makes sense. The blessings of this "Lord of Promiscuity" are indeed enviable.

Even Baron Marin, who was not so enthusiastic about women, could not help but secretly envy him after learning about the romantic affairs of His Majesty Corleone.

The harem of this romantic king can almost rank in a list of continental beauties.

Baron Marin still maintained the bowing salute, indifferent to the wife's scolding, with an appropriate smile on his face.

The wife scolded for a while, and also felt bored, snorted angrily, and left the official residence.

At this time, a slightly apologetic voice came from the office:

"Marin, come in."

Baron Marin didn't take it seriously. Prince Charles's fear of his wife was a public secret throughout the Kingdom of Ceylon.

It's not because of Charles's personality, but because his wife has too much background. She is the daughter of a prince of the Northern Empire, which has provided Charles with great assistance.

His ability to ascend to the second heir is inseparable from the support and help of his wife.

Therefore, before he ascends the throne to become the King of Ceylon, he really doesn't dare to speak loudly in front of his wife.

Marin gathered his mood and walked into the office.

Charles asked:

"It's so late, what's the urgent matter?"

Marin quickly adjusted his mood and said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, something big has happened. There is a problem in Aifei's southern territory."

Effie, the Southern Territory!

Hearing this location, Charles' face turned pale, and he immediately thought of something. He stepped forward, grabbed Baron Marin's arm, and asked:

"Is it... is it those goods...?"

Baron Marin nodded solemnly and handed the documents in his hand to Charles, lowering his voice:

"I've written all the details here.

The message was brought to me by a captain who often contacts me from the Dark Tide Ghost Pirate Group. He also knows that this matter is of great importance, so after getting the news, he rushed to Quisaang without stopping."

Prince Charles widened his eyes, flipping through the information. After reading it, he seemed to have been hit by a sap, standing there in a daze.

After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat:

"King Effie!

Cohen Corleone, that bastard again!

Why on earth would he send his lover to the Southern Territory?"

Baron Marin replied calmly:

"Your Highness, it's useless to say anything else now. The most important thing is to quickly extricate ourselves from this matter so as not to give Effie a reason to attack our Ceylon Kingdom."

A trace of deep anger and frustration surfaced on Prince Charles' face, and he couldn't help but curse angrily:

"The world is changing, and the gods are unfair.

When did our dignified Ceylon Kingdom have to act according to Effie's wishes?

Three years ago, even the king he served wasn't qualified to be my servant!"

Baron Marin carefully concealed the disdain in his heart, thinking, you also know it was three years ago.

Fortunately, Prince Charles can become the heir to the throne, and at least his judgment and IQ are still online. After venting his dissatisfaction, he said slowly:

"Who knows about this?

I mean, who knows that the goods are being shipped to our Ceylon Kingdom."

Baron Marin replied almost without thinking:

"Many people know about this. The people in Dark Tide Ghost responsible for transporting the goods, the nobles in the Southern Territory, and the officials who greeted them at the customs... they all know that the goods are being shipped from Effie to the Ceylon Kingdom."

Charles frowned tightly and said:

"In other words, Ceylon can't get away from this?"

Baron Marin nodded and said:

"No matter how we deal with it, the goods have been shipped to our Ceylon Kingdom. This fact cannot be changed.

No matter what, Effie will hold our Ceylon Kingdom accountable."

Baron Marin deliberately emphasized the words "Ceylon Kingdom".

Prince Charles quickly understood Baron Marin's hint.

Being held accountable by the Ceylon Kingdom doesn't mean he, Charles, will be held accountable.

He coughed lightly, his expression slightly unnatural, and asked:

"Is there any way to shift the blame to someone else?"

Baron Marin bowed slightly and said softly:

"Your Highness, Third Prince Saxon has always been a staunch supporter of Duke Gunter of Effie.

Moreover, the person was transported from the Southern Territory. No matter who looks at it, this was done by Third Prince Saxon in conjunction with the former Duke Gunter of the Southern Territory.

We only need to do a little guiding in the middle, and everything will seem logical."

After a brief pause, Baron Marin's tone deepened:

"Anyway, Prince Saxon has already offended His Majesty Corleone of Effie to death, so he doesn't care about one more charge.

Your Highness, what do you think?"

A strange look appeared on Charles' face, and he said after a long silence:

"King Effie is not a fool. Things must be done flawlessly."

Baron Marin bowed slightly:

"The key to the problem lies with the captain in the Dark Tide Ghost Pirate Group who has been responsible for communicating with us.

The nobles in the Southern Territory only know him, and only he knows our true identity.

Therefore, as long as we get him to cooperate, everything will be fine."

Charles' expression changed slightly, and he asked:

"You mean...?"

A fierce look appeared in Baron Marin's eyes:

"Let him expose his whereabouts in Effie and be arrested, confessing that the mastermind behind the scenes is Third Prince Saxon.

The rest is just a matter of silencing the Dark Tide Ghost Pirate Group."

Charles raised his eyebrows slightly and asked:

"Are you confident?"

Baron Marin nodded and said:

"I will give him a reason he can't refuse, but this still requires some help from Your Highness."

Charles quickly asked:

"Tell me."

Baron Marin said:

"This captain is at the peak of the Silver Rank. I need an assistant who can completely subdue him."

Charles immediately said:

"That's no problem. Take Jack with you. He's at the eighth rank."

Jack, whom Charles mentioned, was his personal guard.

Baron Marin nodded and said:

"That's fine. The sooner this matter is resolved, the better. That captain is already staying at Julian's hotel.

I'm going to work on him now!"

A relieved look finally appeared on Charles' face, and he patted Marin's shoulder:

"I'll leave everything to you. Thank you for your hard work!"

...

After Julian finished the communication, he looked at Cohen:

"They've started to act. I just received a message from Baron Marin. He asked me to arrange a relatively secluded room, and requested that no outsiders interfere."

Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"Do as he says. You don't have to go. Mr. Modo and I will go."

"Okay, Director."

The captain was waiting alone in the room for the arrival of Prince Charles' executive secretary, Baron Marin Paxson.

A series of crisp footsteps came, and the captain came back to his senses slightly and stood up to open the door.

Two male figures appeared in his sight.

Baron Marin had a kind smile on his face:

"You've traveled a long way. This is Mr. Jack, the personal guard of His Highness the Prince, representing His Highness."

In the dark, Mr. Modo whispered to Cohen:

"Eighth-rank transcendent. It seems that this Prince Charles has no good intentions."

Cohen's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice:

"Don't take action yet. Let's see what tricks they're going to play."

After a brief greeting, Baron Marin took the initiative to speak:

"His Highness already knows about the matter. He was also very surprised, but since the matter has already happened, what can be done now is to remedy it.

What are the opinions of you Dark Tide Ghosts?"

The captain said as Cohen had instructed him:

"Several leaders still want to see what His Highness the Prince thinks. After all, we are pirates, and we can't interfere."

Baron Marin said with a smile on his face:

"Our Highness does have some ideas, but we need your cooperation."

The captain quickly said:

"Don't call me 'Your Excellency,' Baron, please speak."

Marin paused and said:

"His Highness means to push these things onto Third Prince Saxon."

The captain pondered slightly and nodded:

"That's a good idea, but Effie is not so easy to fool. Does the Baron have any specific methods?"

Baron Marin chuckled and said:

"Of course, but this requires you to make some small sacrifices."

The captain's expression froze, and he asked:

"What sacrifices?"

Baron Marin's voice became much lower:

"The nobles in the Southern Territory only know you, so as long as you insist that the instigator behind the scenes is Saxon, then no one will involve His Highness in this matter."

The captain's eyes widened, and he immediately realized something, suddenly stood up and said:

"Does the Baron mean to let me surrender to Effie?"

Marin chuckled:

"Surrendering is too fake. You can accidentally expose your whereabouts and be caught by the Effie military!"

The captain's voice became extremely cold:

"Baron, do you know what we do?

If I am caught by Effie, will I still have a way out?"

Baron Marin immediately said:

"Don't worry, we will take action to rescue you."

The captain laughed in anger:

"Rescue me?

Are you referring to rescuing me from the hands of a monarch who dares to kill even saints?"

Baron Marin's expression froze, and he said nothing more.

The captain's face immediately darkened, suppressing his anger.

This was not acting, but genuine anger.

Even if he had not been caught by Cohen in advance, then according to the development of the matter, he would have come to Quisaang to discuss countermeasures with Baron Marin.

In other words, the other party's current response is to send him to his death!

The captain was now somewhat grateful that he had been caught by Cohen in advance. At least by cooperating with Cohen, he could save his life.

Baron Marin suddenly let out a chuckle and said:

"So, we can't come to an agreement?"

The captain glanced at Baron Marin coldly and said:

"Goodbye, I'm going back to report the situation here to our leader."

"I'm afraid... you can't leave!"

As soon as the words fell, the magic power on the Jack guard beside Baron Marin burst out instantly.

Baron Marin instructed:

"Just knock him unconscious."

The Jack guard nodded slightly, came to the captain's face, who was full of shock and anger, and easily made him lose consciousness.

After completing all this, Marin said:

"You can go back and report to His Highness Charles."

Baron Jack looked at Marin in surprise, then nodded stiffly.

Only Marin and the unconscious captain were left in the room.

Without outsiders, a cold smile appeared on Baron Marin's face. A dark blue scepter inlaid with a star core and a tattered book appeared in his hand at some point.

Marin gently waved the scepter, and the book slowly rose. As he made strange syllables in his throat, the book rustled and revealed ancient symbols written in stardust embers and dragon blood.

Soon, a strange blue rune emerged from the book, shrouding the unconscious captain.

As the spell deepened, countless firefly-like spots of light emerged from the unconscious captain's forehead—these were the memory images forced out of his body by the rune.

Seeing this scene, Cohen's eyes suddenly deepened—

That strange blue rune was actually the ancient Star Mang language!