My queen is rebelling!

Just like yesterday, after the match, Cohen took Nefeitis's small hand and walked towards the "Pale Wings" box without any hesitation.

Nefeitis finally couldn't help but say:

"Sir, you were too reckless just now… Why did you have to challenge Bogus?

Even though you won, the difference between Tier 1 and Tier 4 is still too big."

Cohen's lips curled into a mischievous smile, and he whispered:

"Guess what I said to him before I beat him up?"

Nefeitis's delicate little face showed confusion.

Cohen whispered in her ear:

"I said you are already my person, and that damned engagement is immediately invalid."

Nefeitis's face flushed slightly, and she glared at him reproachfully.

Unconsciously, the two had already arrived at the door of the box, and before they could knock, Mr. Modo had already opened the door.

Modo stepped aside, Isabella was looking through the information, and when she noticed the two holding hands tightly, her cold gaze pierced over without concealment.

The sorceress felt inexplicably guilty and quietly let go of his hand.

Isabella said lightly:

"If you can't help it, I can vacate the box, and you can talk about love here, no one will bother you."

Cohen smiled awkwardly and said:

"Miss Wenze misunderstood, let's talk about business."

Isabella snorted lightly and handed the information she was looking at to Cohen.

"Here, what you want.

This is some information about the customers who have traded grain, weapons, magic crystals, and other related items with us in the past few months."

Cohen quickly took it with both hands, his eyes showing excitement. With these things, it would be easy to find out the identities of those nobles who wanted to cause trouble in the country!

"Since Miss Wenze is so straightforward, I also want to show my sincerity!

Mr. Modo, I heard that the High Priest of Florence has already been invited out?"

Mr. Modo nodded and said:

"Eight o'clock in the evening, this is the address."

Modo handed Cohen a piece of paper.

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly, he took the note, and asked in a low voice:

"They are all outside the city, they didn't enter Florence, to avoid alerting the enemy."

Cohen was silent for a few seconds, staring at Isabella, and suddenly said:

"Miss Wenze, are you going back to your family after this is over?"

Isabella's lips curled slightly, was he reluctant to part with her?

She turned her eyes slightly and said:

"This time was originally to complete a business deal with Grand Duke Roland.

The encirclement and suppression of Black Tomb was just an accident. After the transaction is completed, I will naturally return to my family."

Cohen considered his words and said:

"The fact that Black Tomb was able to replace Vesel may not be accidental?"

Isabella's eyes turned cold, and she quickly realized what he meant, and said in a low voice:

"You mean…"

Cohen whispered:

"I'm afraid of sowing discord if I say too much.

However, it is unrealistic for Black Tomb to accurately replace the nephew of your most trusted subordinate without anyone's cooperation.

Miss Wenze, even if you return to your family, you can't take it lightly!"

That was all he needed to say, and Isabella already understood Cohen's meaning.

Someone around her is cooperating with Black Tomb!

Perhaps it is not betraying the family, but simply wanting to use Black Tomb to deal with her.

The first in line of succession is always envied.

Isabella suddenly smiled, looking straight at Cohen:

"To put it bluntly, I still have too few people I can trust around me. I wonder if Mr. 'Lord of Shadows' is willing to be my helper?"

Cohen's face stiffened slightly, and he laughed:

"With the charm of the Golden Winged Woman, what kind of helper can't you get?

If I, a mere Bronze, go back with you, wouldn't that be embarrassing!"

Isabella's eyes darkened, and her voice gradually lowered:

"But I only want you as my helper…"

Cohen pretended not to hear, and handed Isabella a letter:

"I have written the plan for the day after tomorrow on it.

If everything goes well tonight, then the two Saint-tiers will directly appear at the ambush site.

You just wait for my signal to launch."

Cohen paused, and added:

"The commotion will definitely be huge at that time, and the Effiein royal family will definitely send people to come. I hope that the two sides will not have conflicts at that time, and I will also try my best to negotiate with the royal family."

Isabella said:

"Prince Haug has been trying to win you over these past two days, so have you decided to join the Effiein royal family?"

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Cohen did not answer, and made a gesture of not wanting to say more.

Isabella sighed softly:

"Or, are you originally a noble of Effiein?"

Cohen continued to remain silent.

Isabella's tone was a bit resentful:

"You don't even want to say this?

You won't let me see your face, you won't let me know your name.

Don't I even have the right to know what country you are from?

Do you distrust me that much?"

Cohen finally spoke:

"Yes, I am a noble of Effiein.

Concealing my appearance and identity from you is not out of distrust for you, but for other reasons.

If the time is right, we might as well meet each other in our true colors."

A captivating blush appeared on Isabella's face:

"I am looking forward to that day, because I really want to know what kind of face the man I have taken a fancy to has!"

…

"Is Sir troubled by Miss Wenze's words?"

Cohen came back to his senses, looked at Nefeitis, whose expression was slightly unnatural, and asked:

"Why should I be troubled?"

Nefeitis widened her eyes:

"Isn't it obvious? I can tell that Miss Wenze has feelings for you, but you are unwilling to reveal your true identity to her for some reason. Don't you feel embarrassed and troubled by this? Just like…"

Cohen smiled noncommittally:

"Just like your mother is destined to be unable to respond to Aunt Morton's feelings for her?"

Shame gathered in Nefeitis's eyes, and she nodded slowly.

Cohen chuckled lightly:

"You're thinking too much, Isabella may not have been acting just now. A dignified Golden Winged Woman wouldn't be moved so easily.

She just hopes that I will become her helper or subordinate. Such a woman cannot be conquered by any man."

Nefeitis exclaimed, "Is that so? But I didn't feel that Miss Wenze was lying at all just now."

Only then did Cohen remember that Nefeitis, as a [Mind Warlock], was born with the ability to recognize lies and detect minds.

"Is that so? Maybe she herself thinks that what she said is the truth. This is a compulsory course for an excellent and outstanding noble woman!"

Cohen rubbed Nefeitis's head, messing up the beautiful hair that hung down her cheeks:

"Alright, don't take these boring things to heart. The most important thing for you now is to hurry up and cultivate, and break through this damned Bronze Tier! One year, I'll only give you one year. If you still can't reach Tier 4 within a year, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

"I know, Sir! You messed up my hair again! If you do this again, I'm going to be angry!"