My queen is rebelling!

When Arnold saw a disabled noble youth walking straight towards him with a group of guards, staring at his daughter with undisguised greed,

he knew things were not good.

His heart sank; he didn't expect to encounter such people even in the capital!

Arnold pulled his daughter behind him, straightened his chest, and said with a firm gaze:

“Your Excellency, is there anything I can help you with?”

Boggs signaled with his eyes, and one of the guards behind him shouted loudly:

“Standing before you is Boggs DuPont, the heir to the Count family of Effie!”

A Count family!

Arnold clenched his fists; this was much more difficult to deal with than that small local noble in the Ceylon Kingdom.

Boggs pointed at Arnold's daughter behind him, not concealing the desire in his heart:

“Your daughter is a sorceress, isn't she? With your current situation, you can't afford the expenses of a sorceress's training.

Our DuPont family has always valued geniuses, and I now invite you to join our DuPont family.

Your daughter will receive the full cultivation of our family!”

Arnold shook his head:

“Your Excellency, you are mistaken. My daughter is just an ordinary person.”

A sinister look surfaced in Boggs' eyes, and he said in a cold voice:

“Don't push your luck! Don't force me to use some means I don't want to use.

Wouldn't it be better for everyone to be amicable?”

Arnold's face was filled with intense ferocity, and as he looked at the guards who had already surrounded him, madness slowly welled up in the depths of his eyes.

Just then, a voice with a smile broke the tense situation:

“Boggs, it seems that losing an arm still hasn't taught you a lesson!

Are all the nobles of Effie villains like you who openly rob women in broad daylight!”

Boggs heard this slightly familiar voice.

He turned his head and saw his greatest fear and nightmare staring at him with a smile that was not a smile, bringing his goddess with him.

A strange fear completely gripped his heart!

This demon!

Why is he here again!

Boggs reflexively took a few steps back, his voice obviously tinged with a hint of fear:

“You… what do you want?

Didn't you already promise my uncle that our matter was over!”

Kohn patted the clothes on his body and said casually:

“I don't want to do anything; it's what you want to do.

My young master DuPont, why are you always provoking my people?”

Boggs was stunned for a moment, and a look of surprise and anger appeared in his eyes:

“What do you mean, your people? These two people clearly just arrived in Florence; how did they become your people?”

Kohn smiled faintly, did not reply, and turned to look at the father and daughter standing not far away.

Arnold's aura had not yet dissipated, and his eyes coldly stared at Kohn, who had intervened.

Arnold's eyes turned cold, and his aura became even stronger:

“Your Excellency knows me?”

Kohn didn't take it seriously and chuckled:

“I've admired you for a long time.”

Seeing the obvious hostility and distrust on Arnold's face, Kohn turned his head and shouted towards the "Pale Wings" office:

“Viser, come out.”

Hearing Kohn's voice, the originally tightly closed door suddenly opened with a bang, and Viser came to Kohn with vigorous steps.

Seeing Viser, Boggs looked as if he had seen a ghost and angrily said:

“Weren't you not here? How many times have I come to find you? Why didn't you see me?”

Viser coldly replied:

“Effie doesn't have what you want; wait for the Northwest Continent auction next month.”

After saying that, the expression on his face changed, and he looked eagerly at Kohn:

“Boss, what are your orders?”

Kohn did not comment on Viser's address and pointed at the Arnold father and daughter, saying:

“Tell them; they don't seem to trust me very much.”

“Alright, boss.”

Viser took out the superior aura of the "Pale Wings" Effie regional director.

He came to Arnold, took out a token, and said in a deep voice:

“Do you know what this is?”

A look of surprise appeared in Arnold's eyes. It was the symbol of the "Pale Wings" regional manager level. He, a small commoner, could not meet such a level of person.

“I know. Is Your Excellency the head of 'Pale Wings' in Effie?”

Viser nodded and said:

“You accepted the mission from Philip, right?”

Arnold had no more doubts in his heart and nodded:

“Yes, His Excellency Philip told me to come to Florence with this thing and find the staff of 'Pale Wings'.”

Arnold took out a token.

Viser checked it and put it away, pointing to Kohn and saying:

“This gentleman is your client!”

Arnold was shocked. This young noble hiding his face was actually the person who issued the commission?

This caught him off guard.

Boggs, who was on the side, didn't even say hello and secretly slipped away with his people.

Arnold hesitated for a few seconds, came to Kohn, and said in a deep voice:

“I offended Your Excellency just now. I am Arnold Constantine!”

Kohn said with a faint smile:

“Very well, this is not the place to talk. Let's find a place to have a good chat.”

Arnold glanced at his daughter behind him. She was staring with wide eyes at Nafertis beside Kohn.

A little girl who had just awakened her sorceress talent was more sensitive and curious about the aura of her own kind.

Arnold clenched his fists and followed Kohn's footsteps.

… …

The four of them sat down in the room, and Kohn took the lead in speaking:

“After traveling all this way, Your Excellency Constantine hasn't had a good rest yet, has he?”

Arnold quickly got up and said:

“I can't bear the title of 'Your Excellency.' I'm just a commoner.”

Kohn said with a faint smile:

“You're wrong. You are a commoner now, but that doesn't mean you'll always be a commoner.”

Arnold shook his head and said:

“I don't understand what Your Excellency means.”

Kohn said:

“Arnold, I heard that you served in the Ceylon Kingdom when you were young, served as a company commander, and commanded several small-scale battles. You were quite skilled, but unfortunately, because of your background, you have not been promoted.

After retiring, you organized an adventure group and did a good job.”

Arnold's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded slowly:

“It seems that Your Excellency knows me very well.”

Kohn said seriously:

“Let's not talk about that commission for now. What I want to talk to you about now is a deal that involves the rest of your life.”

Kohn's expression became serious and stern:

“I want you to join my family and become my assistant and teammate.

In return, you will be able to command tens of thousands of soldiers in the future and realize the ambition in your heart!

That ambition that has been deeply rooted in your heart since you were a company commander!”

Arnold's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but say:

“What are you joking about?”

Kohn repeated his words:

“Your Excellency Constantine, you heard me right. I want you to become my general, my marshal!

You will rise in the countless wars that are about to break out in the future and become a generation of military gods renowned throughout the continent!”