My queen is rebelling!

Isabella's smile brightened considerably:

“If we can really find this dragon egg, you can have half.”

Cohen shook his head:

“I'm just providing a clue, and there's no guarantee we'll find it.

Moreover, the Western Grand Canyon of the Central Empire is home to many warlike races, making large-scale searches difficult. The chances of successfully finding the dragon egg are slim.”

In her previous life, Asuna stumbled upon an ancient teleportation array and found the dragon egg by chance.

Even if Cohen went himself now, he might not be able to find it.

He couldn't wait another two years for Asuna. Cohen originally had no intention of searching for the dragon egg in the Central Empire, so doing someone a favor now was fine.

Cohen's words made Saintess Jialin next to him nod slightly.

Cohen's impression in Saintess Jialin's mind improved greatly for generously giving away a clue to a dragon egg.

Cohen took the opportunity to say:

“After the ‘Black Tomb’'s assets are converted into cash, set aside half to continue helping me buy beastmen slaves on the continent.

Preferably entire tribes of beastmen.”

Isabella frowned slightly:

“I've always wanted to ask you, what do you need so many beastmen slaves for?

You should be aware of the irreparable drawbacks of beastmen.

More than one person on the continent has considered the idea of a beastman army, but without exception, they have all ended in failure.”

Cohen smiled and nodded:

“I know everything you've said, but I still want to give it a try.”

Isabella sighed helplessly, seeing that she couldn't dissuade Cohen.

The group fell into silence.

Cohen asked:

“Although it's only been a few short days, we've experienced so much.

To have such an unforgettable experience with Miss Wenzer is definitely a unique and extraordinary memory in my life!”

A sense of confusion floated in the depths of Isabella's eyes, and her voice was empty:

“As we are about to part, I want to ask you one last question—

What exactly do you want?

Money?

Power?

Beauty?

Peak cultivation?

Our Golden Wing family can give you all of these!”

Isabella couldn't help but raise her voice:

“You should know that Uncle Modo was originally just a poor and destitute apprentice mage.”

Her gaze shifted to Saintess Jialin beside her:

“Today, Saintess Jialin is not here as my elder, but as an elder of the Saintess Hall of the Golden Wing Family!”

Isabella's voice added many inexplicable emotions:

“I sincerely ask you again, are you willing to join the ‘Pale Wings’, to join the Golden Wing Family!”

Saintess Jialin's face also showed a solemn expression, and her burning gaze fell on Cohen, filled with anticipation.

Cohen nodded slightly, leaned forward, raised his right hand, gently placed it on his left chest, and his gaze was lowered but contained a firm emotion:

“I am very honored to be recognized by the Golden Wing Family and Saintess Jialin.

But unfortunately, I have reasons to stay here.

However, I still cherish the friendship between you and the ‘Pale Wings’ very much.

I guarantee that one day, you, including the family behind you, will be rewarded by me.”

Hearing this not-so-surprising answer, regret flashed across the faces of the two women.

Saintess Jialin regretted not being able to recruit a young man who seemed to be a child of prophecy for the family, as for Isabella's regret, perhaps even she herself couldn't explain it clearly.

Isabella gave Cohen an address and a communication stone:

“If you have time in the future, come to the Central Empire and remember to contact me.”

Cohen accepted it and, after discovering the address on it, his expression changed slightly and he asked:

“Isn't this address the residence of your ‘Golden Wing Family’?”

Isabella looked away:

“This is my own private residence.”

Cohen hesitated for a moment and said:

“There should be a widowed viscountess named Karin Moldes near your house, have you heard of her?”

A strange look appeared in Isabella's eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, she said:

“There is indeed a fief near there that belongs to the Moldes family, but as for whether there is a viscountess named Karin, I don't know.”

A bright light flashed in Cohen's eyes, and he quickly said:

“If there is, I would like to ask Miss Wenzer to do me a favor!”

Isabella said playfully:

“It wouldn't be to send a message to one of your old flames, would it?”

Cohen smiled and said:

“I want to ask Miss Wenzer to help me deliver a letter, but it's not to an old flame, but to the descendant of an old friend.”

Isabella frowned slightly:

“What descendant of an old friend?”

Cohen took out paper and pen, and said as he wrote:

“In the family of Viscountess Karin Moldes, there is a young squire knight, and I am an old acquaintance with her father.

The latest novel is at six 9 books bar.

Miss Wenzer, if you give this letter to her, she will naturally believe my identity.”

The corners of Isabella's mouth twitched slightly:

“A sixteen-year-old boy is an old acquaintance with the father of a squire knight?”

A few black lines appeared on Cohen's forehead:

“Is a friendship across generations not allowed? Besides, sixteen is already an adult, what boy.”

The letter was quickly finished, and Cohen handed it to Isabella, instructing:

“If this squire knight decides to leave the Moldes family after reading the letter, I hope Miss Wenzer can help her with this!

Well, the viscountess shouldn't lack an unremarkable squire knight.”

Isabella looked at the name on the letter—Asuna Iliad—and asked in a low voice:

“Is this girl pretty?”

Cohen was stunned. If you ask that, Asuna is indeed a very charming woman.

However, compared to her future ability to command a group of dragons to sweep across the continent, a mere pretty face seems dispensable.

He directly pretended to be stupid and replied:

“I haven't seen her before, but looking at the way her father is, I guess his daughter is also very ordinary.”

Isabella put away the letter and slowly extended her hand:

“I hope that next time we meet, you can face me with a real name and appearance.”

Cohen held Isabella's cold jade-like slender hand:

“There will be such a day!”

… …

Saintess Jialin looked at Isabella, who was suddenly much more lost, and said:

“I was just sure that I could take off his mask before he escaped into the sub-dimension!”

Isabella shook her head:

“If Auntie really did that, I'm afraid we would lose the friendship with him forever.”

Saintess Jialin raised her thin eyebrows slightly:

“Just a little brat with some prophetic abilities, is his friendship that important?”

Isabella said in a deep voice:

“The first time I met him, he hadn't entered the extraordinary.

Today, he is already a second-order.

Moreover, when I shook hands just now, I found that his bronze body has reached 80% refinement, close to completion.

And it hasn't been five days since he broke through to the second order!”

A strange color flashed in Saintess Jialin's eyes:

“Is that so? That is indeed an interesting little guy.

I heard that you are going to enter the palace with Grand Duke Roland tomorrow to meet that Queen Effiein?”

Isabella nodded:

“Today, she also helped us a lot, and besides, I have long wanted to meet this woman who single-handedly supports a country!”

(Should I join the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect!)