My queen is rebelling!

The capital of the Effien Duchy, known as Florence, is a veritable city that never sleeps.

The city shines brightly at night, with radiant magical lamps dispelling all darkness, resembling a ruby rose in the desert.

Cohen walked along the streets of Florence, gently touching his chest. The "Eternal Heart" turned, and a top-quality magic diamond appeared in his hand.

This was chipped off the staff that the Queen had given him, and it was also his ticket to enter the "Pale Wings."

Cohen changed into mercenary attire, put on a mask, and strolled towards a storefront selling magic scrolls.

The shop owner was a wealthy middle-aged merchant, his face full of smiles as he saw a customer enter:

"Sir, what kind of scrolls do you need? Our scrolls are all handmade by students of the Royal Academy of Magic, absolutely guaranteed in quality and quantity, honest and fair…"

Cohen waved his hand to interrupt the introduction, extended his index finger, and drew a white line on the wall to the side, then said, word by word:

"Beauty at its extreme becomes pallor."

The merchant was suddenly startled, his eyes wide, flickering with suspicion.

A faint smile appeared on Cohen's face, and he presented a top-quality magic diamond, saying in the merchant's increasingly ardent gaze:

"Tell Mr. Modo that a big business deal is coming!"

Upon hearing this, the other party's expression froze, and a trace of suspicion appeared on his face!

…

Pale Wings, the largest and most powerful chamber of commerce organization covering the Magic Tide Continent.

Here, anything can be traded. As long as you can afford the price, even demigod-level powerhouses can be at your service!

Because behind the "Pale Wings" stands a true deity—the God of Contracts and Fairness, Cavendish Libra.

In a dim underground chamber, the walls were bare, and a poor-quality kerosene lamp hung from the center of the ceiling.

A glass of water was placed in front of Cohen. Across from him sat a refined and fair-skinned middle-aged man, his gaze fixed on Cohen from the moment he entered. Beside him sat the previous boss, also staring at Cohen with ill intentions.

The atmosphere was oppressive and cramped. Cohen suddenly let out a soft laugh:

"Mr. Modo, how is the appraisal of the item going?"

The refined man came back to his senses and said slowly:

"The item is naturally fine, but I am now more interested in you than in that top-quality magic diamond. I am very curious, who exactly are you? Knowing our Pale Wings' secret location is one thing, but you even know I'm here."

Modo was thinking rapidly. He had only secretly come to Florence three days ago, a top secret even within the "Pale Wings." This kid who appeared out of nowhere was actually able to call it out in one breath, which made it hard for him to believe.

Cohen shrugged lightly and said:

"According to the rules of your Pale Wings, anything can be traded, as long as you can afford the price. I can tell you my identity, but are you sure you can afford the price?"

Modo raised an eyebrow slightly and said:

"How much?"

Cohen said: "How about the crown of the Effien Duchy?"

Modo suddenly laughed and said:

"It seems that you are also here to target Effien. Let me give you a piece of advice: the waters of Florence are very deep, it's better to leave early."

Cohen remained noncommittal and said:

"I heard that the royal court was attacked a few days ago. Was that your doing?"

"Is the magic crystal from just now enough?"

Modo smiled and said:

"Enough. The answer is no, the Pale Wings did not accept this commission."

Cohen nodded slightly and then produced eight more top-quality magic diamonds, saying:

"You can have them appraised. I want to trade all eight of these."

Modo's eyes flickered and said:

"Which empire are you from? So many top-quality magic diamonds, and they are all ice-attributed. Could it be the Northern Empire?"

Cohen didn't answer and said:

"Mr. Modo, don't break the rules of the Pale Wings. I still have a good impression of your organization."

Modo's expression froze as he put away the magic diamonds and said:

"All paid in cash?"

Cohen shook his head and said:

"No, just buy three thousand slaves directly, and regularly provide enough food for three thousand slaves with the remainder."

Modo clicked his tongue and said:

"Brother, you're going to get your hands dirty yourself, you've got guts!"

Cohen smiled faintly and said:

"If Mr. Modo is interested, you can buy some shares. If it succeeds, I'll make you a prince."

Modo laughed loudly and said:

"Young people are just confident."

Cohen was indifferent to Modo's ridicule and continued:

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"I want all three thousand slaves to be beastmen, preferably bear or tiger beastmen. How many days will it take?"

Modo's expression stiffened, and he said in astonishment:

"Three thousand beastmen? Don't tell me you want to use beastmen to form an army?"

The so-called beastmen refer to humans with obvious beastman characteristics, the offspring born from the mating of beastmen and humans.

Beastmen can activate the beastman bloodline in their bodies, making them much stronger than ordinary human warriors.

But beastmen have a fatal flaw, which is that their brains don't work well. They can't understand instructions, can't be trained, and can't be commanded on the battlefield.

A classic joke circulating on the continent: one beastman is a brave warrior, ten beastmen are qualified guards, and one hundred beastmen are one hundred pigs, and no one can hold them down.

It's not that no one has forcibly trained beastmen into an army, but the result is that once they go to the battlefield, they become headless flies, and whether it's friendly or enemy forces, they are the targets of their charge, completely disobeying commands… or rather, not understanding commands.

Modo suspected that the other party was a second-generation descendant of some empire or kingdom, completely lacking war experience and common sense, and actually trying to form an army with beastmen.

Or was that the other party's original intention? Releasing three thousand beastmen in Florence to cause trouble? But that wouldn't make much sense. What everyone wants is an Effien that is chaotic and divided, where they can seize profits, not an Effien with broken walls and flying war.

Besides, three thousand unorganized beastmen wouldn't cause any substantial impact.

Mr. Modo really couldn't understand the other party's thought process.

Cohen smiled and said nothing.

The problem of beastmen not being able to understand instructions was perfectly solved three years later with the excavation of the arcane empire ruins.

"Concentric Curse Mark," this is the crystallization of wisdom from the arcane empire thousands of years ago.

As long as the "Concentric Curse Mark" is engraved on each beastman, and a general with excellent command ability is found, a victorious and invincible beastman army can be trained!

Arno, the famous war god who will be famous on the mainland in the future, became famous by relying on the beastman army—even the most elite royal guards of the central empire could not withstand the charge of the beastman army!

According to the game process of the previous life, Arno is still an unknown adventurer. Soon after, in an adventure, he will accidentally discover the ruins of the arcane empire, find the "Concentric Curse Mark", and then rely on the "Concentric Curse Mark" to start his career as a war god.

After the production method of the "Concentric Curse Mark" is made public, beastmen slaves immediately become the hottest goods on the mainland.

Because unlike barbarians, beastmen, and elves, who have their own racial gods, beastmen do not have their own gods. To put it bluntly, no one is protecting them, and the slave-catching teams can unscrupulously attack them. The beastman arms race immediately became the first choice for the armies of various countries, and prices soared all the way. Even in the later period, the five major empires jointly issued a ban prohibiting the trade of more than one hundred beastman slaves.

But with Cohen in this life, everything will be different!

"Concentric Curse Mark" and the beastman army, this is the first pot of gold that Cohen is going to dig!