In the Name of the Queen

Time is indeed tight.

After sharing Norton's adventure, Sif frowned slightly, thinking.

The return day has not yet been determined, but it can already be smelled.

As the sixth return day approaches, more and more ancient ruins will be unearthed, and more and more old guys will surface.

There is also the ice blade hanging over her head, ready to kill her at any time.

When she thought of Sophia's name, Sif's good mood disappeared instantly.

Her self-confidence was very fragile.

In the last second, she was still in a mysterious confidence of "I can definitely defeat Sophia", and in the next second, she was dominated by the defeatist emotion of "Sophia is invincible in the world".

It was completely Schrödinger's confidence.

This can't be blamed on Sif.

In fact, she has done very well.

The previous queens just chose to retreat when they felt the threat of Sophia.

Sif is at least still bravely rushing forward.

Roland sometimes wondered if he would perform better than Sif if he exchanged with Sif.

The answer is that he didn't know.

After all, the only opponent he must defeat is old Macbeth.

The old shaman is indeed insidious, but the conspiracy always dies in the light.

As long as you are well prepared, you can give the old guy a big surprise.

But Sophia is different.

Her combat power is far beyond that of ordinary rank seven strongmen.

Others are promoted to rank seven because they have the strength of rank seven, and Sophia is still at rank seven just because the sixth return day has not arrived yet.

All her plans are waiting for the return day.

Overthrow Sussex to become the world's number one power, or defeat all potential opponents.

Sif still has time, but not much.

The length of her remaining time depends on her performance.

With Sophia's personality, if Sif shows the potential to be a qualified stepping stone, she will never take action in advance, and even look forward to Sif's growth.

If Sif behaves too cowardly, she may summon a blizzard in disappointment to give Sif a gorgeous funeral.

Being invincible is too lonely.

Sophia is invincible in the seventh return day version.

Any strong person who challenges her head-on becomes a lifelike ice sculpture, which is a clear proof.

In recent years, Sophia has rarely taken action. The Shadow Temple under her command can handle everything, and there are fewer and fewer people who are worthy of her action.

Being frozen into an ice sculpture by her is even regarded as an honor by many people.

Sif let out a long breath, her frown gradually relaxed, and the smile returned to the corner of her mouth.

She began to be confident again.

She smiled and said: "Roland, just now, I suddenly had a clear premonition that Sophia and I will fight on this Rodinia continent, and it will be in the form of a war between countries."

"Why do you think so?" Roland was a little curious.

"Before the sixth return day, I can't surpass her in personal bravery anyway. But I am the queen of the world's most powerful country. In the national struggle, she is the challenger."

Roland's eyes lit up.

This angle is indeed unique.

But he still couldn't help asking: "What if Sophia insists on fighting you in a one-on-one duel?"

Sif opened her arms in the sun and smiled particularly brightly.

"Then I will become the Knight of the Red Rose."

Roland was slightly startled.

This was the first time he saw Sif's firm determination.

She would rather die in battle than surrender.

Courage is commendable, but courage alone is far from enough.

Roland thought secretly, does Sofia have no shortcomings?

His brain was working fast, looking up Sofia's past history.

Half a minute later, he had to admit that in this version, he was definitely a fool who tried to challenge Sofia by force.

Sif was right. Since she was not brave enough, she would show her talent as a queen.

The victory would be decided by the battle of national destiny.

This was probably what Sofia wanted most. This was a battle of righteousness.

Looking at Sif's hair, which was golden in the sun, flying in the wind, Roland's heart beat violently.

At this moment, Sif was as beautiful as a goddess.

Just like the queen of elves who traveled through time and space to this world.

It's a pity that the elves have been exterminated.

Even Roland, the [Inheritor], and Sif, the [Elf Princess], could not restore the former glory of the elves.

Even if they have the blood of the elves and activate it, it is far from enough.

Times have changed.

The Third Era is an era of abundant rain, sufficient oxygen, and abundant light and heat.

In that beautiful era, there were countless natural ancient trees with a height of more than a thousand meters.

The elves lived on the top of the ancient trees, using ancient war trees to assist in the war, making up for the disadvantage of insufficient numbers, and fighting back and forth with the earth spirits.

The real trump card of the elves is the sea of ​​flowers.

The sea of ​​flowers that Roland had seen in his dream.

The sea of ​​flowers is not an ocean of countless flowers, but a whole.

All the flowers in the sea of ​​flowers are not independent individuals, but part of the sea of ​​flowers.

The sea of ​​flowers is a special existence. She has consciousness, but cannot move freely without the elves.

When the elves were at their peak in the Third Era, seven seas of flowers supported the prosperity of the tribe.

The elves' royal family floated above the sea of ​​flowers and could manipulate ancient trees within a range of thousands of kilometers, summoning an army of ancient trees to form formations and participate in battles.

Although the earth spirits were ahead in technology and population, they could only fight the elves on equal terms.

After a long war, the elves and earth spirits finally realized that they could not destroy each other and could only reach a permanent peace agreement.

They shared the world, divided hegemony, and extended their road of conquest to the entire world.

They thought that such good days could continue.

They looked up at the stars, they were eager to get out of the plane and explore the vast starry sky.

The elves began to create gods based on the sea of ​​flowers.

The earth spirits exhausted their resources to build floating fortresses.

Their movements were a bit loud, attracting the attention of the true god, and the divine punishment came.

A huge asteroid hit the Theia plane, and the army of divine punishment came unexpectedly.

And their ending was worse than that of the Magic Empire.

The Magic Empire at least left a fire, while the elves and earth spirits only left legends.

If Sophia could restore the glory of the elves, she would not be invincible, but unfortunately she couldn't.

Roland took back his fantasy.

Sif folded her arms.

They returned to reality.

"Roland, the officials who attended the meeting that day all handed in their confessions and extra income over the years."

"Oh, how did you deal with it?" Roland's mouth corners slightly raised, thinking of the past.

Sif's self-discipline almost made Alban an enemy.

Seeing Roland's half-smile, Sif was a little embarrassed and whispered softly:

"What does Queen Sylph's stupidity have to do with Count Tyrone?"

"I burned a confession, accepted the money they handed over, and gave them part of it as a reward for honesty. How many points can I get this time?"

Looking at Sif's expectant eyes, Roland smiled and nodded.

"Full marks."

Not only full marks for operation, but also for the speed of improvement.

Thinking of the stolen money handed over by these officials, Sif's smile gradually faded, and she whispered:

"I really didn't expect these guys to embezzle so much money."

"How much?"

"I kept 70%, about 790,000 pounds." Thinking of the fact that she had sold jewelry and even the manor to raise less than 300,000 pounds of funds, Sif was not in a good mood.

"Not enough, far from enough." Roland said in a deep voice.

"Are you saying that they lied and have to continue to settle accounts?" Sif's tone gradually became cold.

"That's not necessary. You are the queen, and your words must count. Since you have forgiven, you can't go back on your words."

"Okay, you're right. Humph, these guys had better restrain themselves. If they dare to do it again..."

"Punish them severely." Roland finished the second half of her sentence for her.

"What I said was not enough. I didn't mean the property they hid, but the potential of the three provinces has not been tapped. Remember the strategy I said before departure."

Sif's eyes were shining, "Remember, let them mess with the imperial capital, and we will create a new world overseas. There is no harm without comparison. Anyone who is not blind knows who to choose."

"This is an open conspiracy. Three provinces against thirty provinces plus the imperial capital special administrative region. If we still win, the result is needless to say."

Sif asked softly: "What should we do? These days I have sorted out the information of the three provinces and thought about the development plan, and I always feel that I have no idea where to start."

"Before planning, confirm it one last time, three years or one year?" Roland asked.

"Three years." Sif was firm.

"Very good." Roland smiled and nodded.

The public reasons for Sif's going out to sea were to inspect the territory and investigate the disappearance of the previous emperor.

If the previous emperor was confirmed to have passed away, she could return to the imperial capital to officially ascend the throne after she came of age.

Ascending the throne meant showing off.

Three years meant insisting that the previous emperor was missing, delaying the time of the showdown, and accumulating more strength.

If you choose one year, you have to take a different approach and enrich your strength.

If you choose three years, you can make long-term plans and have a better grasp.

Sif chose three years.

This shows her magnanimity.

Roland thought silently that although Sif was immature, she already had the appearance of a hero and had a promising future.

Sif glanced at Roland from the corner of her eye, thinking to herself that if Roland was given two more years, his pressure would be less.

After confirming the overall framework, Roland took out Plan A.

"Then let's start by recruiting talents."

"Then what?"

"Develop industry, commerce and trade."

"Then what?"

"Train the army according to the new standards and build an iron army."

"Then what?"

"Then it's time to draw the sword." Roland said calmly.

Sif nodded with satisfaction. She liked to see Roland confidently pointing out the way to the world.

No matter how many difficulties there were, they were so simple in front of him.

Fortunately, there was Roland, otherwise she really didn't know what to do.

Her confidence was at least half fake.

Looking at Sif's completely trusting eyes, Roland felt a little guilty.

In fact, he had never governed a country.

His political experience was limited to the keyboard Politburo, and being the governor of Sussex was his first time to practice.

But he had to stand up.

His confidence was Sif's courage.

He had to show that he was confident, even if most of it was fake.

The large-scale talent recruitment activity organized by the Queen herself began.

The slogan "Don't ask about your background, just look at your talent" attracted the attention of countless people.

In particular, there was no restriction on nationality, which was equivalent to recruiting talents from the entire Rodinia continent and even the more distant South Continent.

The mature and prudent Mr. Athos tried to persuade the Queen not to be so confident.

God knows how many of those so-called talents are foreign spies.

But Sif declined his suggestion.

It's not that Mr. Athos's advice is bad, but Sif has abilities beyond his imagination.

[Insight].

Although her profession has become [Elf Princess], the power of [Insight] has been unexpectedly retained, but the effect has been weakened a lot.

Sif may not be able to identify all foreign spies, but she can roughly distinguish who is loyal and who is treacherous.

Some people with strong defenses cannot see loyalty and treachery, but they can roughly distinguish whether there is malicious intent.

As long as they are generally loyal and well-intentioned, it doesn't matter if they are foreigners.

Since the queen insisted, Athos couldn't say anything.

He could only open his eyes and help the queen to check.

After the "loyal" Athos left, Sif looked at his back and sighed.

Mr. Athos's loyalty was very weak.

He was more willing to be loyal to his own interests, which was not much different from other officials.

Although this was reasonable, compared with his "loyal" appearance, Sif was still a little disappointed.

She hated the existence of [Insight].

Roland was right, knowing too much was not necessarily a good thing. The result of touching human nature would only be dirty by what you see.

There are so few people in the three provinces who are completely loyal to her?

Sif was depressed.

Knowing that the loyalty of these people was not pure, she still had to rely on them to work, and she had to maintain a harmonious relationship between the monarch and the ministers with them.

It's really tiring.

Sif cast her eyes on Roland and bit her lip slightly.

She couldn't observe loyalty or treachery, but she could feel full of kindness.

Sif's frustration disappeared instantly.

Fortunately, there was Roland.

After the call for talents was issued, the initial response was not strong. Although many people responded, more people chose to wait and see.

Although everyone was full of expectations for the queen, she was young after all. Would it really be okay to go directly to her?

Even if the queen was wise, everyone knew what kind of morals the officials of the three provinces were.

People with real talents might not be willing to associate with insects.

The officials of the three provinces were talented, but their morals were difficult to convince the public.

The talents that the queen wanted to recruit included multiple fields such as economy, politics, military, culture and education, and special.

As long as there was talent, the more the better, and everyone would be welcome.

Roland and Sif would go to the talent recruitment site every day to see if there were any outstanding talents.

Time passed quickly.

A week later, a total of more than 300 people were recruited through talent recruitment.

According to Roland's standards, most of these people were D-level talents.

Those who are basically competent for the grassroots clerk level and have certain talents in a certain field are D-level.

C-level is basically competent for the township level.

B-level is the department-level talent.

A-level is people who can hold department-level positions and have very strong special talents.

S-level is naturally a super talent who can enter the ministry.

Top talents will be absorbed into the Governor's Office to serve as positions and trained to become future cabinet members.

In line with the principle of "better to have nothing than to have something bad", there are only five talents rated as B-level, three as C-level, and no higher.

Just when Roland and Sif were about to leave with some disappointment, a heavyweight appeared.

"Idle businessman, I hope to serve the Governor and the Earl."

The mysterious businessman took off his hat and showed a somewhat gloomy smile.

Roland narrowed his eyes, and Sif's hand was directly on the pistol, ready to fight at any time.

This mysterious applicant was Stanley, the former deputy leader of the Knights, who was pardoned.

"His Majesty has issued a pardon. I am now a free man. Can I apply for the job?"

Roland and Sif looked at each other and gave the decision to Sif.

Sif narrowed her eyes and could not see through Stanley, who was also a superhuman.

She could not cheat, so she could only judge by her ability.

After a moment of silence, Sif smiled and asked, "Sir, what position do you want to apply for? If it is the Knights, then forget it."

"Are you kidding, Lord Earl? I am a businessman, so of course I am applying for a business position."

"Then follow me and let me see what you can do."

Sif smiled slightly and walked towards the Governor's Mansion first.

Roland stared at Stanley and followed him.

To become a true emperor, you must have the capacity to accommodate the world.

Sif showed enough capacity, so he would naturally not be petty.

As long as you have talent, the door of the Governor's Mansion will always be open.