In the Name of the Queen

The coffee tasted very good, but Sif was not in the mood to taste it at the moment, and her mind was a little confused.

People always say what is on their mind inadvertently.

On the surface, Roland was talking about recruiting Mr. Tony, but he also said that you should not just listen to the surface of what he said, but carefully taste the meaning behind the words.

Sif's conjecture was not groundless. Roland often asked relevant test questions.

Is this his temptation?

The hand holding the coffee cup became tighter and tighter. There was a soft "click" sound, and the beautiful white porcelain cup was pinched to create clearly visible cracks.

Roland squinted his eyes and saw that Sif was distracted.

Extraordinary people's ability to control muscles is far beyond that of ordinary people, and accidents such as accidentally crushing a cup are almost impossible to happen to extraordinary people.

Unless intentional or distracted.

It's normal for Sif to be distracted. After all, what she experienced last night was too thrilling. Although it has nothing to do with her directly, she must be caring about him.

Bar?

Roland frowned and gave up his groundless speculation.

Never speculate on a young girl's thoughts. Philosophers will discuss the origin of the universe and the meaning of life, but they never waste time in this area.

He is not a philosopher, and he will not waste time on this.

Roland snapped his fingers and called the waiter.

"Sorry about this cup"

Before Roland could finish speaking, the waiter quickly apologized to Roland, "Dear guest, please wait a moment. I will replace your coffee with a new one. We apologize for any inconvenience caused to you and my wife."

lady?

Roland was stunned, looking at Sif's rapidly reddening cheeks, coughing slightly to signal the waiter to stop talking nonsense.

After all, Sif is young, she has not yet reached the age of marriage. No, according to the laws of this era, she has reached the age of marriage.

After all, this was the romantic era when the legal age for marriage was two years before the bar mitzvah.

The service attitude here is quite good, but unfortunately the waiter's eyesight is not very good and he couldn't even tell that Sif was an unmarried girl.

Just when Roland didn't know what to say, Sif's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Madam, he said madam? !

Can even passers-by tell that she and Roland are a couple?

The chaotic mood was instantly replaced by joy and shyness.

The second cup of coffee came quickly. The milk and sucrose changed the taste of this cup of coffee from bitter to bitter and sweet.

Sif pinched her fingertips, gently picked up the coffee cup, and drank it with a gentle sip.

The sun shines through the window, shining golden flakes on her hair, dyeing it into a dazzling light.

Roland was stunned.

At this moment, Sif is a flawless goddess of beauty.

He somewhat hoped that time would freeze forever at this moment, so that he could sit here quietly and appreciate the ultimate beauty.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

The clock points to eleven o'clock, and the Vaal City-State government will announce its dissolution in an hour. They must rush to the City Hall to meet with Mr. Tony before the city-state is disbanded.

Snapping his fingers again, the waiter appeared with a polite smile.

Several silver coins were placed quietly on the table, lying together with two empty cups.

Two of the silver coins were tips for him.

Before leaving, Roland asked casually: "Waiter, what kind of person do you think Mr. Tony is?"

In the past, the waiter might not have dared to speak out, but the Val city-state was about to disintegrate, and Tony was no longer an official in control of power, so he could speak freely.

After thinking for a few seconds, the waiter said softly: "He is an excellent official, but it is a pity that he was born in the city-state of Vaal and there is no stage for him to display his talents. If he manages the internal affairs of a certain great country's emperor, he might be able to display his talents."

Roland was a little surprised. He didn't expect the waiter to speak so highly of Tony.

"How to say?"

The waiter said calmly: "Sir, I don't understand politics, but I know one thing. In the five years since he was in power, my income has doubled, and our boss's income has more than quintupled."

Perhaps thinking of the imminent destruction of the country, he bowed politely to Roland and hurriedly ended the conversation.

This reason is enough.

As a government official, he can double residents' income in just five years. This is his greatest political achievement.

Roland silently adjusted his evaluation of Tony to S level.

Although the officials in the three overseas provinces have good abilities, they are all system officials trained by the imperial bureaucracy and lack constructiveness.

They can be qualified to serve as department-level officials in the governor-general's jurisdiction, but they still need experience to become cabinet members who govern the empire.

When opportunities for progress come, it doesn’t mean that everyone can keep up. Some people are destined to fall behind.

If someone falls behind, someone must replace him, and Tony is the excellent substitute chosen by Roland.

Glancing at Sif who was meditating, Roland had a happy smile on his lips.

It seems that Sif is also thinking about Mr. Tony's future.

Roland didn't know that Sif was still reminiscing about the joy brought by the words "ma'am".

Sif, whose mind was already filled with crimson roses, remembered another thing. Roland promised her not to be in a hurry to get married.

Since Roland was not in a hurry, she could wait.

After all, that woman was still watching her from the distant St. Rurik Castle.

She had to survive first.

If she unfortunately dies in battle, then there is no need to fight, Roland will definitely belong to Lisa.

She must not die!

The distracting thoughts were instantly dispelled, and Sif stood up gracefully, leaving behind some of the troubles caused by Lisa's transformation last night.

It's working time now.

"Let's go, it's time to work."

Roland was a little surprised. Sif's expression just now was so rich that it was like a blockbuster movie.

Although Sif is young, she is an experienced actor.

It seems that the old actor is really worried because he can express his true feelings like this.

Roland and Sif left the cafe and walked towards the city hall.

At this time, there were still fifty-five minutes before the dissolution of the Val City-State.

Since they wanted to invite Tony to join, they might as well go to his house and talk directly in the office.

The cafe was not far from the city hall. They were not in a hurry. They walked casually and observed the residents walking on the street.

Sif was silent for a long time, looking at the hurried flow of people and sighed softly: "Along the way, these citizens look very calm, but their eyes are very confused."

Confused is right. After all, the Val City-State has existed for more than a hundred years, and almost no one who is still alive has experienced the previous history.

Roland said softly: "Yes, their country is gone. The Val City-State has existed for more than a hundred years, and these citizens have identified themselves as Val City-State people since childhood. It is normal for them to be confused about the future when they suddenly have to change their nationality."

Sif said "um" lightly and did not continue this slightly heavy topic.

Although the sun was shining, the increasing number of military and police from various countries on the street made the atmosphere a little depressing.

When she was about to reach the town square, Sif stopped abruptly.

She narrowed her eyes, and could sense the undisguised malice of the other side without insight.

It was someone from the Vladimir Empire.

She reminded softly: "It should be the person who appeared in Baishan last night."

Roland also stopped.

Seven or eight strong men with bodies as burly as big bears came to guard the leader who was as tall as an iron tower.

The strong man who was obviously the leader was nearly two meters tall. Although he was wearing a robe, his muscular muscles could not be hidden at all.

It is worthy of being the Vladimir Empire. Is it true that everyone is a muscular man?

Although the leading strong man looked like a reckless man, Roland would not judge people by appearance.

The fifth and second seats of the Shadow Temple seemed to be not very smart, but the Temple was at least a strong man selected by Sophia herself, and it was impossible that everyone was brainless.

This seemingly reckless guy might have been selected with an excellent brain.

The strong man walked over very quickly.

Seven or eight bear-like rough men walking together were eye-catching, and he made a lot of noise when he walked, which quickly attracted the attention of passers-by.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth with a bright smile, and his rough voice spread throughout the long street.

"Hello, Lord Roland!"

With just one simple sentence, he locked onto Roland.

The thunderous voice made everyone know that he was here to cause trouble. But just like Camille couldn't escape, Roland couldn't escape either.

If he avoided it now, the whole world would know that Governor Sussex fled in panic when facing the chief of the Shadow Temple.

At the critical moment of the two countries' open and secret struggles, this notoriety was enough for the cabinet to impeach Roland.

The Vladimir Empire was martial, and so was Sussex. You can't be timid at this time.

Roland smiled and greeted him. Although it was their first meeting, he knew the other party's identity, the chief of the Shadow Temple, Sakhalin, the Blade of Destruction.

He had a headache.

Why do the people in the Shadow Temple look like war maniacs?

Sakhalin's strength is an unsolved mystery. Some people say that he is at the peak of the eighth level, while others say that he has already stepped into the seventh level.

But one thing is certain, Sakhalin is basically invincible at the eighth level.

Roland is definitely not his opponent now.

He has only been on the path of transcendence for half a year, while the other party has been famous for more than 20 years. If he can win, Sakhalin should just commit suicide earlier.

He can't beat him, can't hide, and can't use dirty tricks in public.

Roland is at a comprehensive disadvantage before he even starts.

Sif took a half step forward, ready to rush in front of Roland to meet him.

Before she walked out, Roland's hand was on her shoulder to stop her.

"This is a grudge between me and the Shadow Temple."

Sif was a little surprised. Roland's transcendent profession tends to assist defense, and he has no chance of winning against Sakhalin.

She also has no chance of winning, but she is the queen, and Sakhalin can't be ruthless in public.

If you can't fight with force, you naturally have to use cleverness to resolve it. Isn't it right?

The look she gave Roland was full of doubts, with big question marks written on it.

Roland didn't have time to explain to her, he just gave her a firm look that said "leave it to me".

Sif could indeed block it for a while, but it looked even worse in the eyes of the onlookers.

What kind of skill is it for a governor to hide behind a woman?

Although Sakhalin's loud voice was slightly inferior to Anthony's, it was no problem to cover the entire street.

He could let the spectators on the entire street publicize this confrontation.

The next day, the entire Rodinia continent would know that the pretty boy was scared to death by the big bear and trembled under the queen's skirt.

The competition between countries is not only a contest of comprehensive national strength, but also a competition of momentum.

Roland must go.

But he was not reckless, but came prepared.

The CD of the divine protection was only a few dozen seconds away from being ready.

After all, this is a street, and no matter how crazy Sakhalin is, he can't attack foreign heads of state and important officials with weapons.

If he really dares to do this, Sophia will definitely tear him apart.

In the eyes of the descendants of the Magic Empire, the Rodinians are all barbarians, but there is also a contempt chain among barbarians, and the Ruriks are at the bottom of the contempt chain.

Sophia pays great attention to her public image.

Behind closed doors, she can put a knife on someone's neck to threaten death, but in public she is an elegant ice queen.

In a flash, Roland knew the bottom line of this confrontation.

Just like he slapped Camille that day, Sakhalin would only slap him a few times, and use the same method to beat Roland to vomit blood and save face.

Roland greeted Sakhalin unhurriedly, "Mr. Sakhalin, has Mr. Camille from your country returned home?"

Sakhalin's expression was a little stiff, and his round eyes narrowed.

He thought of all the possible responses of Roland, but he didn't expect Roland to take the initiative to provoke.

It doesn't make sense. Doesn't Roland know the strength comparison between the two sides?

Sakhalin was a little confused. From the intelligence analysis, Roland's image is very clear, that is, the kind of cunning and insidious conspirator.

Such a person will not easily choose to confront a stronger enemy head-on.

Roland must know the strength comparison between the two sides, but he still dares to provoke in a weird way. There must be a backhand.

Sakhalin looks rough, but he is the think tank of the Shadow Temple.

According to Sophia's evaluation, the five people in the Shadow Temple share one and a half brains, and Sakhalin is the complete brain.

He completed the logical closed loop in a flash.

Roland, this sinister villain, must have a backhand!

Sakhalin was more cautious, and he had to save his strength to deal with the backhand ambush when he attacked later.

If the strong men of the Sussex Empire were hiding in the dark, he would be at his weakest when he attacked with all his strength, and it would be troublesome if he was attacked by surprise.

Fortunately, Roland was very weak, and he could deal with him if he was a little more serious.

Sakhalin strode towards Roland.

His steps were big, but his speed was not too fast.

He searched both sides of the long street with his peripheral vision, but he could not find the strong men hiding in the dark, which made him somewhat anxious.

Wolves in the sun may not be scary, but poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows are more deadly.

Camille had been defeated by Roland and brought shame to the Shadow Temple. If something went wrong again, he should apologize without the Queen's accountability.

Although he could not find the hidden enemy, Sakhalin had a vague outline of the enemy in his mind.

Last night, he spied on the actions of Roland and others in Baishan.

With the help of the vast snow, he hid very deep and saw a scene that frightened him.

He couldn't understand how a human body could survive the volcanic magma, but he knew that the seemingly weak girl had great potential.

However, what worried him more was the burly old man like a giant bear.

Sakhalin vaguely felt that the old man's power was far beyond his understanding.

He originally thought that the old man was a magician, but after seeing the old man's strong muscles, he was a little unsure.

The Vladimir Empire and the Far East Magic Association had a good relationship, and he had seen many magicians.

Most of the magicians he had seen were obsessed with magic research and alchemy, with dull eyes and weak bodies.

He had never heard of a magician like the white-haired old man.

Maybe it was a magic warrior?

If it was the old man hiding in the dark, Roland did have the capital to be arrogant.

Sakhalin was almost certain that it was the old man hiding in the dark.

He decided to devote 70% of his energy to guard against the old man's surprise attack and only use 30% of his strength to deal with Roland.

He is just a kid who just broke through to the eighth level. Thirty percent of his strength is enough.

Just as Sakhalin was imagining the ambushers hiding in the dark, Roland walked up to him slowly.

Roland's speed was not fast.

After all, the cooling time of the divine blessing was almost up.

But he couldn't walk too slowly, otherwise Sakhalin would see that he was not confident enough.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. Sakhalin stopped and said calmly:

"Camille has something to return to his country. He asked me to say hello to you. He will definitely repay your hospitality in the future."

"Haha, Mr. Camille is so polite."

Roland stopped a few meters in front of Sakhalin and extended his hand to him with a smile.

"I will come to Val City often in the future. We will have many opportunities to meet."

"Come often? I remember that your country's chief representative in Val City is not Mr. Roland." Sakhalin said indifferently and extended his hand to Roland.

He planned to use the opportunity of shaking hands to break Roland's hand bones and let the screams resound through the long street.

Although his original plan was to break Roland's shoulder bone like Roland had injured Camille, making Roland scream, shaking hands would be the same.

It was all screaming anyway, no difference.

Roland smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Sakhalin.

Shaking hands was his active choice.

The hand is the most delicate organ, but the finger strength is far less than that of a clenched fist or a closed palm.

If this stupid bear slaps a few times, he will probably get hurt when the divine protection is activated.

Shaking hands is relatively difficult to exert force, which can maximize the elimination of Sakhalin's strength advantage.

If you don't have enough strength, you can make up for it with intelligence.

Shaking hands is the best way Roland can think of to deal with it.

It doesn't lose face, nor will it be pinched too badly, and it can also test the opponent's strength.

Sakhalin's hands are slightly cold, and the big hands like a giant bear look a little furry.

It's really a bear paw.

As soon as they shook hands, wild power came through the palms.

Roland seemed to be held by a giant bear, and the huge force through his fingers pressed his nerves, and he almost screamed on the spot.

There are still three seconds left for the CD.

These three seconds must be overcome by skill.

"Mr. Sakhalin, has Her Majesty Sophia returned to the country?"

"Sir Roland, this is not something you should ask. I asked about the whereabouts of your queen, will you tell me?"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Roland asked, and Sakhalin had no choice but to respond.

Talking would distract his attention and slightly weaken his concentrated strength.

Sakhalin was a little confused. What was the use of Roland's trash talk? Does he want to drag it out with this nonsense?

No joke, he could crush Roland's palm in a few seconds at most.

Now that he had a chance to win, Sakhalin was not in a hurry. He decided to slowly increase his strength and play with Roland.

In the face of absolute strength, any trick is a joke.

Considering that there was a powerful white-bearded demon warrior lurking in the dark, Sakhalin instantly figured out Roland's conspiracy.

Distract him with nonsense, hold his energy back with a handshake to prevent him from breaking away, and then let the old guy complete the backstab.

It was indeed a perfect plan, but he wasn't stupid.

Sakhalin has experienced hundreds of battles, and he has certainly seen the tactics of chat and sneak attacks.

His gradual exertion allowed Roland to successfully delay the most dangerous three seconds.

Cooling is over.

If this was a game, Roland would definitely be able to help typing on the public screen and taunting, "I'm waiting for the CD, what are you waiting for?"

But this is reality. He is a well-educated gentleman and there is no need to quarrel with a stupid bear.

He smiled and turned on the divine blessing, and his body was enveloped in light gold.

Sakhalin suddenly shuddered and exerted force suddenly.

coming! The little fox Roland is about to show off his strength, and the old fox must be about to take action too!

Wanting to lie to him, Roland was still a little naive.

Sakhalin suddenly exerted his strength and squeezed the protection provided by the divine blessing.

Roland remained motionless, smiling.

The passers-by watching around were a little surprised.

None of them knew Sakhalin, but his attire suggested that he was a high-ranking representative of the Vladimir Empire.

They all laughed when they recalled the past few days when Roland slapped Camille and vomited blood.

"Look, idiot Rurik is confronting Governor Roland again."

"What these stupid bears are best at is strength, but they still can't compare."

"Shh, keep your voice down, didn't you see that stupid bear's face is red?"

Several passers-by were talking in low voices, just enough for Sakhalin to hear.

Sakhalin did blush and became angry.

He never dreamed that Roland would be so difficult to deal with.

When the two of them just held hands, he felt that Roland's strength was far inferior to his, so naturally he felt that everything was under control, so he was not in a hurry and planned to play with Roland.

When Roland's body glowed with golden light, he realized something was wrong.

His huge power was absorbed by the golden light and could not cause harm to Roland at all.

His face was flushed and beads of sweat broke out on his temples, but Roland remained calm and calm as if nothing had happened.

In the eyes of others, they naturally felt that he was easily manipulated by Roland.

He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

It is obvious that his power has the absolute upper hand, how could it be like this?

Although he was a little annoyed, Sakhalin gritted his teeth and persisted. He knew that this golden light must be Roland's special ability. As long as he dragged it over, he could break Roland's hand bones.

It's a pity that it's not a complete victory.

However, Roland didn't give him a chance at all. He smiled and patted his shoulder with his other hand, teasing softly:

"Var City State is about to get off work. Mr. Tony and I have made an appointment. Do you plan to go with Mr. Sakhalin? If there is nothing else, we can have tea together again if we have a chance."

The long street is bustling with people coming and going.

Sakhalin took a deep breath, released Roland's hand, and asked in a deep voice:

"What is this golden light?"

He had to let go.

We are all people with status, so even if we fight, we can't fight like drunkards.

With so many people watching, if he doesn't let go, he will use his actions to deepen the stereotype of Rurik people as barbaric and vulgar.

The days ahead are long, so don’t worry about temporary gains and losses.

Sakhalin's flushed face instantly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

His inquiry about the golden light protecting Roland was not pure nonsense, but a reminder that special abilities could only provide temporary protection, but not permanent protection.

He wanted to maintain his image, but Roland's answer made him regret asking more questions.

"Are you talking about the holy light that protects me? That is the reward from the supreme goddess for my protection of the holy spring's resurrection ceremony."

"Under the protection of the Holy Light, no believer in light can harm me!"

Sakhalin's expression suddenly changed.

This bastard Roland is so vicious.

Of course he knows it's nonsense, but others don't.

The Rurik people also believe in light, so the lethality of this sentence can be imagined.

If Roland cannot be hurt in future conflicts, this sentence will gradually become a mental seal and be firmly imprinted in the souls of all Rurik people.