My queen is rebelling!

Baron Marin Paxson held a scepter, pressing it against the captain's brow. The ripples triggered by the scepter's tip caused thousands of shimmering runes to appear in the air, like a school of hungry piranhas, pouncing on the specks of light that escaped from the captain's forehead.

His lips parted slightly, his voice clear and strong:

“Humble human蝼蚁, in the name of the Seventh Starlight, I order you to submit to me!”

Baron Marin's voice caused the books to tremble. Suddenly, a dazzling starlight burst forth from the captain's left chest, and interlocking star chains appeared beneath his skin.

Seeing the chains, Baron Marin breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to continue casting his spell, a sudden voice instantly made him tense up:

“Seventh Starlight?

If I remember correctly, the Starblight Clan's remnants are classified according to the levels of Stardust, Starshine, Starlight, Star Envoy, and Star Lord.

You are Seventh Starlight, so it seems your rank within the Starblight Clan is not low.”

A look of extreme horror coalesced in Baron Marin's eyes. He turned abruptly, looking incredulously at Cohen, who had so easily spoken of the clan's secrets.

A handsome and noble young man with a hint of familiarity!

Of course, what made him even more apprehensive was the mysterious middle-aged man beside Cohen, whose depths he couldn't fathom.

Baron Marin quickly stopped casting his spell. Without the magic's enhancement, the captain lying on the ground let out a painful groan, but still didn't wake up.

Cohen stared with great interest at Baron Marin, who looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and asked curiously:

“How many remnants of the Starblight Clan are there?

Are they all on the Northwest Continent?

Do we have any Starblight Clan remnants in Effaine?”

Just as he was about to open it, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness, realizing something was wrong.

As the number one enemy of the Ceylon Kingdom, Baron Marin had long heard of his ability to easily disarm others.

Sure enough, immediately afterward, Marin felt his hand empty. The legendary teleportation scroll, which had cost him a huge amount of resources to obtain, was now in Cohen's hands.

Cohen's faint smile followed:

“Don't be in such a hurry to leave. According to common sense, now that I know your hidden identity, shouldn't you immediately try to silence me?”

Seeing that his greatest reliance had been cut off, Baron Marin's facial muscles twitched unnaturally.

Then he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

His brain raced, searching for a last chance of survival.

Cohen waited patiently for the other party, until Baron Marin's trembling voice sounded:

“Your Majesty Corleone, I have no grievances with you. Your enemy is the Ceylon Kingdom. We can cooperate.

I'll tell you all the secrets I know about the Ceylon Kingdom, and you let me leave, how about it?”

Cohen asked:

“No grievances?

A member of the Starblight Clan and a human king, it doesn't seem like you can say there are no grievances.

Some ancestor of our Corleone family must have participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Starblight Clan. Maybe they even fought with your ancestor. You can let go of the hatred so easily?”

Baron Marin's face was tense as he said in a deep voice:

“Tens of thousands of years have passed. What do the old grudges of our ancestors have to do with us?

Besides, it was the Five Great Empires of the human race and the Light Dragon Clan of the dragon race who insisted on exterminating our Starblight Clan back then. Even if we want revenge, we should be looking for those culprits, not Your Majesty.

If Your Majesty agrees, I can tell you the location and troop strength of the five thousand 'elite-level' troops under the command of His Highness, Second Prince Charles.”

Cohen's expression remained unmoved, and he said calmly:

“Answer my three questions first.

How many remnants of the Starblight Clan are there?

Are they all on the Northwest Continent?

Are there any Starblight Clan remnants in Effaine?”

Seeing that Cohen was unmoved, anger surfaced on Baron Marin's face:

“Your Majesty Corleone, please think rationally.

What's the use of catching me alone? Even if you announce my identity to the outside world, how many people will believe it?

I can immediately self-destruct here, and all traces will be covered up. You won't get anything then!

To put it bluntly, Your Majesty, you are not qualified to stand against the Starblight Clan!

Just like I said before, our enemies are only the Five Great Empires and the Light Dragon Clan!”

Cohen's eyes twitched slightly. He stopped talking and instead silently took out a communication stone.

Baron Marin looked at Cohen's actions, not knowing what the other party was planning.

What was he doing taking out the communication stone? Did he want to report himself to outsiders?

Baron Marin couldn't help but sneer. Was this person really the famous King of Effaine?

How could he be so naive?

How many people would believe that a race that had been extinct for tens of thousands of years still had remnants?

Moreover, it was simply unrealistic for one or two human countries to launch an investigation into the remnants of the Starblight Clan.

Without the Five Great Empires coming forward, the Starblight Clan had nothing to fear.

But then, the voice that sounded from the communication stone made Baron Marin uneasy.

It was a young female voice.

Female voice?

Empress?

In the entire human continent, the only woman who could be called Your Majesty seemed to be the Empress of the Central Empire.

Could it be…

Baron Marin's scalp tingled, and cold sweat dripped down his back. He suddenly remembered something about Cohen.

It seemed that this amorous king had a confidante who was a close aide to Her Majesty the Empress of the Central Empire!

Central Continent, Constantine, the Empress's bedroom.

In the middle of the night, Her Majesty the Empress was reviewing documents. Seeing Cohen's communication request, she replied unhappily:

“Your Majesty Corleone, what are you doing in the middle of the night?

You have a queen by your side who can help you handle government affairs, but I don't.

This vast Central Empire is all being managed by me alone. Can you be considerate?”

The other party's familiar tone startled Baron Marin. The relationship between the King of Effaine and Her Majesty the Empress of the Central Empire was too good.

No, this must be an illusion! It must be the King of Effaine finding someone to impersonate her!

The other party was definitely not Her Majesty the Empress!

How could a dignified Empress of the Central Empire maintain such a good relationship with the ruler of a small duchy in the Northwest Continent?

That must be it!

However, before Baron Marin could breathe a sigh of relief, Cohen's next words made his heart jump to his throat—

“Your Majesty, I'm really sorry, I want to admire your holy countenance. I don't know if it's convenient now?”

Sianis stopped reviewing the memorials, thinking, was Cohen having a bad day?

Why had he suddenly become so strange?

What did he mean by wanting to see her face late at night?

While Sianis was still thinking, Cohen's voice sounded again:

“It's like this, Your Majesty. I've caught a few spies and need Your Majesty's name to help intimidate them. Please, Your Majesty, please do me this favor.”

Hearing Cohen say this, Sianis cut off the inexplicable thoughts in her heart, snorted coldly, waved her hand, and conjured a mirror, tied up her hair, and said in a deep voice:

“Cohen, what do you take me for? Am I, the dignified ruler of a country, someone you can summon and dismiss at will?”

Cohen quickly softened his tone:

“Your Majesty, this matter is of great importance, related to the rise and fall of our Effaine. Please, Your Majesty, please do me this favor.”

Sianis's stiff voice sounded:

“Remember, you owe me one!”

As soon as the words fell, the communication stone in Cohen's hand instantly bloomed with magic, radiating light. The dark blue lines meandered along the rune grooves, condensing a graceful outline in the void before everyone's eyes.

The magic fluctuations gradually disappeared, and the outline completely solidified—

The exquisite jade face was like a sacred statue carved from white jade, without the slightest flaw. She wore a floor-length golden robe, and a belt inlaid with a huge ruby was tightly fastened around her slender waist, highlighting her graceful figure.

Her skin glowed with the luster of jade soaked in the cold moon, a very typical cool white complexion.

The corners of her lips carried the cold arrogance and majesty inherent in those in high positions. Her brow bone was slightly raised, and she looked up to meet Cohen's motionless gaze. After looking at each other for a moment, she shifted her gaze and said coldly:

“Can't take your eyes off me?

Am I as good-looking as Yadael?”

Cohen retracted his gaze, coughed lightly, and replied:

“Your Majesty's beauty is naturally unparalleled!”

Sianis was clearly very dissatisfied with Cohen's obvious evasive answer, but seeing that there were still outsiders beside Cohen, she suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and didn't lash out.

Her gaze swept over the two people beside Cohen, and her tone carried inexplicable emotions as she said coldly:

“This is someone from the Golden Wings, right? Your Majesty Corleone, you really have a lot of luck with women!”

Cohen was stunned for a moment. Her Majesty Sianis Klein actually knew him so well that she could recognize Mr. Modo at a glance.

Sianis looked again at Baron Marin, who was completely stunned and in a daze, and frowned slightly, saying:

“This is the spy you mentioned?

How can such a person be related to the rise and fall of your Effaine?

You're not trying to deceive me, are you?”

Baron Marin was completely stunned at this moment.

As the executive secretary of Second Prince Charles of the Ceylon Kingdom, he had once had the honor of accompanying Prince Charles to the Central Empire to pay respects to Her Majesty the Empress.

He was naturally deeply impressed by this stunningly beautiful Empress. At this moment, seeing the peerless figure appearing on the communication stone, it was exactly the same as that fleeting glimpse back then. The other party was really Her Majesty the Empress!

Marin was shocked beyond words.

Just a few casual words could make Her Majesty the Empress show her true face late at night!

And the seemingly flirtatious exchange between the two left no doubt about the close relationship between the King of Effaine and the Empress of the Central Empire!

Baron Marin had no doubt that as long as Cohen revealed his true identity, the Central Empire would immediately begin investigating traces of the Starblight Clan's remnants.

This was the Central Empire, the most powerful nation of mankind. Once they started to move, the secrets of the Starmoon Clan couldn't be hidden for even a moment.

If that time really came, he would be the culprit who ruined the clan's tens of thousands of years of planning!

Cohen glanced at Baron Marin and deliberately slowed down his speech:

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate this person. This gentleman's identity is not ordinary.

He is..."

Baron Marin shuddered, snapped back to his senses, and his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly. A whimper like that of a young beast escaped his throat, and the veins in his neck bulged like earthworms under his pale skin.

He leaned forward abruptly and knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse and filled with desperate pleading:

"Your Majesty, Emperor Corleone, I have something to say, I have something to say!"

Cohen's voice stopped abruptly, and then he directly cut off the magic output. Her Majesty the Empress's peerless figure disappeared.

In the Empress's bedroom, Senice looked at the communication stone that had suddenly fallen silent, a trace of anger rising on her jade face. She couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, you dare to play with me. The next time we meet, I'll make you pay!"

Leaving aside Her Majesty the Empress's anger, inside the room, seeing that Cohen had cut off the communication, Baron Marin felt as if he had been granted amnesty, gasping for breath and drenched in cold sweat.

Cohen said with a chuckle:

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"See, wouldn't it have been better to have this attitude earlier? It would have saved me from having to bother Her Majesty the Empress in the middle of the night.

Now I have to put on a smiling face and explain what just happened."

Marin pursed his lips, his throat feeling like it was on fire. He loosened his collar and said in a hoarse voice:

"Your Majesty, I... I don't know much either. Although I am a Starlight, to be on the safe side, all the clansmen who are active outside are in single-line contact.

The information I have is also very limited."

Cohen said leisurely:

"It doesn't matter, feel free to speak. I naturally have the ability to distinguish truth from falsehood.

But I want to remind you, my explanation to Her Majesty the Empress later will depend on your next answer. You better not try to be slippery!"

Baron Marin shuddered, swallowed, and began to talk about the secrets of the Starmoon Clan that outsiders didn't know:

"There are probably tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of survivors of the Starmoon Clan.

Besides the Northwest Continent, there are some in other places as well.

Her Majesty's Effaine... it seems there are, it seems there aren't, I'm not sure about this.

Because I am responsible for the Ceylon Kingdom here. The entire Northwest Continent is under the responsibility of a Star Envoy, and he should know the most."

Cohen looked at Baron Marin with a smile that was not a smile. This person seemed to have answered everything, but upon closer inspection, his answers were actually very vague.

What does it mean by tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands?

Ten thousand and one and nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine are completely two different concepts.

Cohen didn't say anything and took out the communication stone again, pretending to input magic power.

Upon seeing this, Baron Marin was immediately terrified and shouted:

"Your Majesty, I remember now, there are dozens of our clansmen in Effaine, all of whom are Star Dust level clansmen who have just awakened their memories.

They don't have the qualifications to be received yet..."

Marin stopped speaking immediately after he finished, his face revealing regret and pain.

Cohen stopped his movements and asked coldly:

"What is 'receiving'?

Tell me clearly about the historical development and current situation of the Starmoon Clan's survivors, and remember not to challenge my patience again!

To tell you the truth, besides Her Majesty Senice Klein,

Emperor Monroe of the Western Region Empire also has a good relationship with me!

If there is a next time, I will directly pack your identity information and send it to the two emperors to see if your Starmoon Clan can continue to hide!"

Marin completely put away his other little thoughts and honestly replied:

"Most of the survivors of our Starmoon Clan live in a somewhat unstable sub-dimension.

The entrance to this sub-dimension is in a very hidden place. Although I have been there, the relevant information has been erased, and I don't know the exact location.

In order to be able to continue the race, the earliest survivors began to actively integrate into human society and continue their bloodline very early on.

In addition to bloodline inheritance, the Starmoon Clan's inheritance also has the most important Star Vein inheritance.

Only by awakening our Starmoon Clan's Star Vein can we be considered clansmen recognized by us.

The sign of awakening the Star Vein is mastering a part of the Starmoon language.

The Starmoon Clan possesses a semi-divine artifact passed down from generation to generation, which can monitor the clansmen who have awakened their Star Veins throughout the continent.

It's just that every time it is used, it requires huge resources, so it is stipulated to be used once every ten years to find clansmen who have awakened their Star Veins in the past ten years."

A thoughtful expression appeared between Cohen's eyebrows, and then he asked:

"As long as you master the Starmoon language in your childhood, you are likely to be your clansmen.

Aren't you afraid of being exposed with such obvious characteristics?"

Baron Marin shook his head:

"Your Majesty, you are thinking too deeply.

How many people in the entire human world still remember the Starmoon Clan?

Even if they remember the Starmoon Clan, who would associate mastering the Starmoon language with the awakening of the Star Vein of the Starmoon Clan?

Even I was told this characteristic by a higher-level Star Envoy after I cultivated to the Starlight level."

Baron Marin didn't say a word: he was actually curious about how the other party discovered his Starmoon Clan identity.

And he knew so much about the internal level divisions of the Starmoon Clan.

After listening to Baron Marin's words, Cohen dispelled the doubts in his heart. It turned out that his previous game experience had interfered with his thinking.

In fact, in the real world, most people know nothing about the Starmoon Clan.

Cohen continued to ask:

"What is the basis for your divisions of various levels, is it transcendent cultivation?"

Baron Marin nodded and said:

"That's right, it's similar to your human transcendent levels. Star Dust corresponds to the Bronze rank, Star Radiance corresponds to the Silver rank, and Starlight like me corresponds to the Gold rank.

Star Envoys are all Legendary rank, and Star Lords are Saint rank.

When we usually take action, we are not very different from humans. The only difference is that we possess the talent skills of the Starmoon Clan.

If these skills are not actively used, no one will notice.

In fact, after tens of thousands of years of fusion with human bloodlines, the current Starmoon Clan is no longer a pure ancient Starmoon Clan, and there is not much difference from you humans."

Cohen then asked:

"What are the missions of Starmoon Clans of different levels?"

Marin paused slightly and, after noticing Cohen's unkind gaze, reluctantly replied:

"Star Dust are generally ordinary clansmen who have just awakened their talents. At this time, we will only secretly investigate until their character and talent meet our requirements, then we will send them a reception—that is, tell them their true identity and race.

Star Radiance will be uniformly taken back to the Holy Land... that is, the sub-dimension where most of our clansmen live, to be cultivated and receive systematic knowledge and cultural inheritance.

When they reach the Starlight level like me, they will be sent to the human continent to complete some missions for the clan, such as secretly investigating Star Dust clansmen who have awakened their Star Veins, receiving Star Radiance clansmen back to the Holy Land, inquiring about information, and purchasing necessary resources and materials, etc.

Generally, Starlight clansmen are sent to each country, and the number of Starlight people sent out varies according to the division of duchies, kingdoms, and empires.

Star Envoys are the leaders of our Starlight clansmen. The Central Continent, the Dragon Continent, the Northwest Continent, and the Southern Islands are all stationed with a varying number of Star Envoys.

As for the higher-level Star Lords, I can't get in touch with them."

A look of astonishment appeared in Cohen's eyes. The development of the Starmoon Clan far exceeded his expectations.

He believed that Baron Marin must still be concealing something, or it was just that he himself knew very little.

From the other party's few words, Cohen could judge that the power of the Starmoon Clan was spread throughout every country and corner of the human continent.

And there is at least one Gold-rank transcendent!

What is this, this is the ultimate blueprint of Cohen's future dream of the Military Intelligence Bureau!

If he could pack all the Starmoon Clan's clansmen into the Military Intelligence Bureau...

Cohen's pupils flashed with excitement. Noticing Marin's strange expression, Cohen immediately concealed the thoughts in his heart and continued to ask coldly:

"Is the Star Lord the highest leader of your Starmoon Clan?"

This was actually a test. Cohen wanted to know if there were any beings in the Starmoon Clan higher than the Saint rank.

He originally thought that the other party would hesitate, but he didn't expect that this time he answered quite readily, but the answer was somewhat beyond Cohen's expectations:

"No, our Starmoon Clan has a Saintess, who is the sole leader of our entire Starmoon Clan.

All Star Lords obey the orders of the Saintess."

Saintess?

Cohen scratched his head. He had never heard of any Starmoon Clan Saintess in his previous game...

No, it seems there really was one. Later, when the Starmoon Clan established the Starmoon Empire, it seemed that a woman who ascended the throne and became emperor.

Could this person be the Starmoon Clan Saintess?

Cohen asked:

"Have you met the Starmoon Clan Saintess?"

Baron Marin shook his head, but there was a faint fanaticism on his face:

"I haven't met her, but every clansman knows that the Saintess is the hope of our entire Starmoon Clan.

The Saintess possesses unparalleled beauty and talent.

In just a few hundred years, she has cultivated to the Star Lord level and is the most outstanding existence among the Saintesses of all generations.

Moreover, she is now hiding in a powerful human force, occupying a core leadership position!

As soon as the opportunity changes, she will be able to lead our clansmen out of the Holy Land and restore the glory of the ancient Starmoon Clan!"

Cohen looked at Marin, who seemed to have been brainwashed, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Whether it's a Saintess or not, it's mostly a theogony behavior of the Starmoon Clan for ideological rule.

However, this Saintess should still have some skills.

Star Lord level, that is, the Saint rank.

Cultivating to the Saint rank in a few hundred years and hiding in a certain major human force, as long as you look for it seriously, you will find this Saintess sooner or later!

Cohen's eyes flashed with excitement. If he could take down this Saintess and use the power of the Starmoon Clan, it would be a great help to the development of Effaine!