My queen is rebelling!

Theodore paused, then continued:

“Many people now suspect he is the Child of Prophecy.

Whether it's true or not, we need to avoid the limelight for now.

I don't want our plans to attract the attention of a prophet.”

Avarice flashed in the necromancer's eyes:

“You said he has a dragon egg on him?”

Theodore said blandly:

“It has already been taken by the 'Pale Wings'. I suspect this person is being secretly cultivated by the 'Pale Wings'.

Otherwise, it's hard to believe that a sixteen-year-old could do so much on his own.”

The necromancer clicked his tongue regretfully and said:

“He's so concerned about Nephthys, could it be that he also sees through her identity?”

Theodore fell silent, as this was a matter he had been worried and puzzled about.

After a long while, he shook his head:

“It doesn't matter whether he sees it or not, Nephthys will be ours sooner or later anyway.

He has so many enemies, and this time he has offended the Black Tomb and Hell. When the chaos begins, someone will naturally deal with him.”

Theodore changed the subject and asked:

“How is the contact with the Goblin Alliance going?

Have they not relented yet?”

The necromancer replied:

“If our ancestors hadn't spared them three hundred years ago, the Goblin Alliance would have been destroyed long ago.”

Listening to Theodore's words, the necromancer looked at him with a hint of apprehension.

Although the two sides are now in a cooperative relationship, he is still deeply wary of the Dupont family.

A family that has been hedging its bets for three hundred years is really hard to trust as a reliable ally.

Theodore's voice continued:

“Tell them that we have many partners this time. If they continue to hesitate, it won't be their turn.”

The necromancer nodded slowly.

Theodore stretched his body and suddenly asked:

“I heard that the Second Prince of the Southern Border has returned?”

The necromancer said:

“He returned two days ago, saying he came to Florence to deliver a letter from the Grand Duke of the Southern Border to the Prime Minister.

But he has stayed here for so long, which is a bit unusual.”

Theodore chuckled:

“Her Majesty the Queen is really unyielding, but she has saved us a lot of trouble.

If they can really force the Southern Border to rebel first, it will save us a lot of worry!”

… …

Theodore's beautiful wish will soon come true.

Andre, who was plotting to force the Southern Border to rebel, had already returned to the Ceylon Kingdom.

Saxon Cromwell's face became even more sickly than before.

Perhaps beauty had consumed too much of his energy.

Perhaps the news from Effie made him uneasy.

Seeing Andre finally return from Effie, Saxon couldn't wait to ask:

“What exactly happened in Florence? Why did it suddenly cause a battle of saints?

The outside world says that a Child of Prophecy has descended?

Also, why is the Golden Winged Woman there?

How did your talk with the Gunter family of the Southern Border go? Did Sandro take the bait?”

Faced with Saxon's barrage of questions, Andre answered them one by one in an orderly manner.

He reported everything that had happened in Florence in the past two days to Saxon in detail.

Saxon was silent for a long time, and finally slowly opened his mouth:

“That foolish king is really lucky to be able to marry a queen like Adelle.

So many saints and legends are standing up for him, why?

Just because he has a good father?”

Andre raised his eyebrows slightly. I said so many key things, and you only care about this?

Women are indeed trouble.

Andre comforted him:

“Third Prince, please be patient. Our plan is nearing success. Sandro has almost been persuaded.

As long as the plan succeeds, the Southern Border will rebel and approach the royal capital.

Our internal support in the Effie court will take advantage of the situation to propose asking the Ceylon Kingdom for help.

At that time, Your Highness will personally lead the 'elite' army to suppress the rebellion, capture the Queen, and make a name for yourself on the continent, wouldn't that be better?”

Saxon's eyes were filled with excitement.

He seemed to have already seen the scene of himself leading his army to break through the royal capital, killing that foolish Corleone, and capturing Adelle.

Andre softly coaxed:

“Third Prince, the premise for achieving all of this is that you must speed up the suppression of the opposition in the country and clear out those disobedient forces.

Otherwise, if someone hinders you from sending troops, or lets the other princes send troops, it will be bad.”

A murderous intent flashed in Saxon's eyes:

“What you say is right. It's time for some corrupt nobles in the country to step down.

Otherwise, after making such great military achievements, there won't be so many vacant titles in the country for my generals to be rewarded!”

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Andre bowed slightly:

“Your Highness is wise.”

He took out a list and handed it to the other party:

“This is what I entrusted 'Black Tomb' to investigate for us. Some forces in the country are plotting against us. I hope Your Highness will not be soft-hearted.”

Saxon looked at the list, and a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face, and said:

“The others are easy to deal with, but this… Duke Gavin.

He was the late king's close confidant and has great influence in the country.

If we take action against him without any definite evidence, even Father will not allow it.”

Andre said softly:

“Evidence is something that you can have as much as you want.

Third Prince, a viscount of the Wind Breath Kingdom has a handle in my hands. What do you think of the crime of treason?”

Saxon's eyes flickered slightly. The Wind Breath Kingdom and the Ceylon Kingdom are sworn enemies.

If Duke Gavin could really be labeled with colluding with the Wind Breath Kingdom, things would be much simpler.

However, Saxon was still a little hesitant:

“The risk is too great. It's not that easy to frame a kingdom duke. Your evidence must stand up to verification and scrutiny.

Without irrefutable facts, we can't take down the Gavin family.”

Andre said confidently:

“Your Highness, don't worry, I am confident that I can do things flawlessly!”

Saxon fell into deep thought, and murmured for a long time:

“But Duke Gavin served the late king for forty years and has made great contributions. He is a well-known loyal minister inside and outside the court.

Even several nephews and descendants died on the battlefield.

I really can't bear it…”

Seeing that Saxon was still hesitating, Andre gave him a strong dose:

“Third Prince, I didn't plan to attack Duke Gavin so soon.

It's just that… I've heard some rumors recently.”

Andre lowered his voice:

“His Excellency the Duke has always advocated orthodoxy. He has always felt that a prince born of a concubine should not have the right of inheritance!

And he has already begun to take action, looking for opportunities to unite ministers and advise His Majesty!”

A flash of killing intent flashed in Saxon's eyes.

Being born of a concubine was the inverse scale in his heart, and also a permanent pain.

Andre continued:

“Your Highness, there are countless loyal ministers and good generals who have died unjustly throughout history.

It's not a big deal to have one more Duke Gavin.

As a monarch, even loyal ministers sometimes have to be abandoned!”

Saxon took a deep breath and finally made up his mind:

“Sir, I'll leave this matter entirely to you!”

Andre bowed slightly:

“Your Highness, you have made a completely wise decision.

History will record that a great monarch, when he was still a prince, resolutely found out an internal traitor who had been lurking in the country for decades, had ulterior motives, and posed a great threat to the kingdom's cause!

He has made indelible contributions to the stability and unity of the kingdom!”