In the Name of the Queen

Standing at the window of the Governor's Mansion, Roland looked at the surging crowd in the square across the street with a blank expression.

Today is the day of public execution.

Unlike the indiscriminate massacres in other countries, none of the Samaritans he arrested were innocent.

For those who were hanged on the rack, dying once was a mercy to them.

After more than three months of interrogation, the evidence of these people's crimes was finally collected and they were given the most fair trial.

Of course, Roland didn't care about them, but the merchants from other countries.

It was a pleasure to kill them as soon as they were caught, but it would only scare other merchants.

If we can kill the Samaritan merchants today, will it be their turn tomorrow?

This public trial is also a warning to everyone.

If you dare to trample on the law in his jurisdiction, the end result is that you will be punished by the law and your property will be confiscated.

Every time the judge announced a person's crime, there would be a tsunami-like catharsis in the crowd.

There were quite a few ordinary people among the crew members sent to the bottom of the sea by the Fourth Fleet a few days ago, but they chose the wrong employer and could only be buried with them.

Roland didn't want to incite hatred, but hatred did exist.

Ordinary people always need an outlet for their painful lives, and we can't let the emperor and the nobles take the blame, right?

Thinking that the process of civilization progress is still very long, Roland sighed, returned to his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

This hunting operation really made a lot of money.

It united the team's hearts, obtained a lot of funds, and rectified the business environment.

Of course, there is a price to pay for making so much money, that is, becoming the mortal enemy of the Samaritans.

Roland didn't care about this.

Compared with enemies of the level of Sophia and the Goddess of Light, the Samaritans are nothing at all.

Looking at the enthusiastic crowd outside the window, Roland sighed in his heart, no wonder the descendants of the Magic Empire called them barbarians, the Rodinians are still too far away from civilization.

Not to mention compared with the Age of Gods, even compared with the peak of the Magic Empire, they are far behind.

Roland has seen civilization, but he will not be so arrogant as to want to change the process of civilization by himself. He will only secretly add fuel to the flames and let the Age of Ignorance end sooner.

Just as he was thinking about the world and the philosophy of life, the door was gently pushed open, and Lisa came in with cut fruits and freshly squeezed Sorano juice.

"This is the first batch of ripe Sorano fruit, come and try it."

Lisa said with a smile: "The teacher said that this batch of Sorano fruit is growing very well, and it is almost catching up with the average yield during the Magic Empire period."

"It's not too high to reach the average yield."

Roland grabbed the fresh apple and took a bite. It was fresh and juicy, with a good taste, but the taste was average and a little sour.

Before breeding technology promoted agricultural progress, agricultural products were original but the taste was hard to describe.

It will take a long time for fruits to become delicious.

Fortunately, the taste of Sorano juice is great, which makes him feel much better.

Seeing Lisa standing by and waiting, Roland smiled and teased, "Sister, please sit down. I dare not let Master Anthony's disciple stand and talk to me."

"Roland, I am not anyone's disciple. I am just... Lisa."

"Then you have to sit down. It is even more inappropriate for you to stand."

Lisa liked to hear this. She sat down opposite Roland and shared fruit with him.

"Roland, is there going to be a war?"

After learning magic from Anthony, Lisa's time was completely insufficient, so she resigned from the position of chief logistics officer and devoted herself to studying magic.

In her spare time, she would study cooking attentively.

In the past few months, she has collected five-star praise cards from Roland, Sif, Alina, Christine, Anthony and others, and the background color of the soul card has gradually turned gold.

As long as she completes the accumulation of power, she can be promoted smoothly.

After experiencing the baptism of life and death in the volcanic lava, Lisa's physique has undergone tremendous changes.

The phoenix blood in the ring merged into her body, allowing her to completely transform.

Without the fused phoenix blood, she would definitely not be able to walk out of the crater alive.

This made her learn fire magic with ease.

Anthony felt that she was a little biased and not all-round, but she didn't care.

Not everyone has to be all-round. Doing one thing to the extreme can also be extraordinary.

For example, cooking.

Lisa spends a lot of time studying cooking every day, which makes Anthony feel distressed.

Although he has persuaded her many times, the stubbornness of the disciple makes Anthony even more headache.

In the sigh of the old magician, Lisa goes further and further on the road of specializing in fire.

Facing Lisa's casual question, Roland smiled and nodded, "Yes, the Continental Convention has expired, and it seems that no one wants to renew it."

"Four months ago, the Vladimir Empire invaded the Burikhanid Empire; the month before last, a civil war broke out in your homeland Talia; last month, a conflict broke out between the Kingdom of Pruden and the Wend Empire; half a month ago, a factional struggle broke out in the Republic of Golden Kite; a few days ago, a large-scale riot broke out in the Weimar Federation. And this is just the beginning."

Roland stood up and pointed out all the places where the conflict broke out on the map with a thin stick in his hand.

Lisa looked for a while and said in surprise: "Oh no, fighting broke out all around us."

"It's not that bad."

Roland smiled and said: "It's good to fight. No one interfered when we cleaned up the Kingdom of Oden."

Lisa's eyes moved to the north of the map and saw the Kingdom of Oden, with some confusion in her eyes.

"Do they have a grudge against us?"

"That's not the case, but there is a conflict of interest." Roland said with a smile.

He thought about how to popularize science to Lisa in an easy-to-understand way, but Lisa gave up on her own initiative.

She smiled and shook her head, "Roland, don't waste time, I don't want to know these, but you must take me with you next time!"

"Of course, I need your help very much." Roland and Lisa had sparred before, and knew that she was now quite powerful, so there was no reason to refuse.

Just as Lisa nodded happily, there was a knock on the door, two long and two short sounds, it was Alina.

"Come in, the door is not locked."

Roland was a little surprised, Alina rarely came to report to him directly unless there was urgent information.

Alina looked serious, looking at Lisa, a little hesitant about whether to speak directly.

Lisa stood up and said, "Roland, you guys chat first, I'll go prepare lunch."

"Sister, don't worry, it's still early for lunch."

Roland insisted that Lisa stay, but she smiled and shook her head.

"I know you believe me, but I'm really not interested in listening."

That's true. Lisa has no interest in politics or military affairs. She always dozes off with dull eyes when attending high-level meetings, so I won't torture her.

Watching Lisa leave, Roland picked up the teacup and motioned Alina to sit anywhere.

Alina didn't bother to be polite with him and sat down in the seat where Lisa had just sat.

The seat was filled with warmth, and it seemed that Lisa had been sitting here for a long time.

She suddenly woke up and laughed at herself.

This occupational disease is really bad. How long Lisa sits here has nothing to do with her. Even if she has to worry, it should be Queen Sylph.

Through close observation and divination, she observed that there was a red line between Roland and Sylph that was getting darker and darker.

The red line was so deep, either they hated each other to death or they loved each other to death.

Obviously, it was the latter.

Alina's relationship with Sylph was not very good, so naturally she wouldn't worry about Sylph.

She even had a bit of a mentality of watching for fun.

Because she saw that there was also a red line between Roland and Lisa, although not as deep as Sif, but far beyond ordinary couples.

Such a wonderful show, how could she miss it.

Seeing Alina in a daze without speaking, Roland knew that the matter was probably very serious, and he used the action of drinking tea to ease the shock in his heart.

"What is so serious that can make you stunned for so long?"

"Oh, nothing, if my analysis is correct, the Kingdom of Oden will launch a surprise attack on us within a week."

"Puff!"

Roland sprayed a mouthful of tea on the table, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Are you kidding?"

"Of course not, do I look like a person without measure?" Alina said with some dissatisfaction.

Although accepting the reality, Roland still didn't understand it, "Okay, I want to know the specific situation, who gave them the courage?"

Is the Kingdom of Oden crazy, what right do they have?

Alina laid out the intelligence on the table and made a brief summary. "The current King of Oden, Sven VII, is a young and promising monarch. He studied at the Pruden Military Academy in his early years and is a good friend of King William II of Pruden. Perhaps it was the Kingdom of Pruden that gave them the courage."

"King William II of Pruden believes that he can stand on the shoulders of his father Frederick to build great achievements and revive the Odin Empire, while Sven VII worships Odin culture and is a spiritual Odin."

Good guy, there are actually spiritual Odins?

Although he wanted to laugh, Roland knew that this was not surprising. Frederick, the father of William II, had many admirers, and some even showed goodwill to him regardless of their own country's interests.

Odin the Great once ruled a vast territory in the central part of Rodinia and had many admirers.

Jingao is very common in the Rodinian continent.

Alina was not talking nonsense, her intelligence analysis was very rigorous.

The Kingdom of Oden stored a large amount of food, built enough armor, muskets and cold weapons to arm 50,000 regular troops, and purchased war horses from nomads further north.

Not only that, they were also cutting down oak trees to build warships.

The few Rolands in front didn't take it seriously, but when they heard that the Kingdom of Oden had started cutting down oak trees, Roland's anger instantly rose.

"That's my tree, it just happened to grow there!"

Alina bit her lip and forced herself to swallow back her complaints.

Roland is really shameless. If she stood on a neutral position, she would definitely condemn Roland severely, but she was in Roland's camp.

It's good that my father was too proud to lose his life and political future.

Since there is an opportunity to take control of state power, why should power be dispersed?

If it were her, she would directly build momentum for ascending the throne.

My father still cherishes his reputation too much. However, reputation is only useful for the victor. It is really wrong to pursue false reputation without complete victory.

Looking at the intelligence collected by Alina, Roland fell into deep thought on the sand table in front of him.

He had read various military books, but it did not mean that he could become an excellent battle commander on the spot.

Although he and Sif could talk about the overall layout of the war, the strategic deployment must be implemented in specific battles.

Roland was in great need of qualified battle commanders.

Generals such as Delong were excellent division and brigade commanders, but battle command was beyond their scope.

Roland commanded the army with a keyboard at the level of the Ten Sages of the Temple of Martial Arts. Zhao Kuo had to stand and talk to him, but he had no practical experience in commanding battles.

Sif might be better at holding up the White Rose Banner and leading the team to charge.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the only person Roland could use was Christine.

As a leader of the high-level temple, she is proficient in various military skills and has more than one experience of commanding tens of thousands of battles.

Not only has she led the army of the Divine Court, but she has also served as a battlefield commander in the Wende Empire.

Although Christine is a pagan and has a very indifferent attitude towards Roland, she is the only one who can be used in an emergency.

Now that there is a battle commander, Roland is more confident.

He is somewhat dissatisfied. Does he really not know how to fight?

He calmly placed the chess pieces representing the enemy army on the sand table according to the positions provided by the intelligence, and then put his own army into the plate one by one, and marked the chess pieces with different weight values ​​according to the deduction rules.

It took twenty minutes just to do all this.

Looking at the colorful chess pieces scattered all over the place, Roland felt a headache.

What about the battlefield as a chessboard and controlling the overall situation?

War is indeed too professional.

Looking at Roland's stern face and calm thinking, Alina was a little surprised.

I haven't heard that Roland has experience in leading troops in battle.

The largest operation he has ever commanded was to escort Sif to three overseas provinces.

Roland did show his remarkable ability to respond in this operation, but the specific command was in the hands of General Bridges, and had little to do with Roland.

Is he really a genius? A genius who doesn't need to receive systematic military training or battlefield practice, but can accept the goddess' military advice in his sleep?

Just as Alina's evaluation of Roland continued to improve, Roland asked in a deep voice:

"Alina, can you help predict the fate of Sven VII and important personnel of the enemy army?"

Alina: "."

She lowered her head a little embarrassedly and said softly: "Sorry, the direction of the war involves too many people, I can't do it."

"I'm not asking you to predict the outcome of the war. Our army will win this war, so there's no need to calculate. I just want to know their fate, such as how long they can live and where they will die. Can I calculate this?"

Alina was stunned for a few seconds and said softly: "If our army will win, of course I can."

"You can predict with confidence."

Alina took out the angel card from her chest, turned over the Holy Angel card representing victory, put it in the middle, and then arranged the other cards in order.

Since the result is confirmed to be victory, it is much easier to calculate.

After a moment, she looked up in surprise and murmured in confusion: "The fate that can be seen by divination is very vague, but the fate of Sven VII is particularly clear. He will die in the Earldom of Deran."

"Very good, what about others?"

"Most people's fate is very vague, but the fate of the famous general Good Johnson is to die in the capital of Oden. It doesn't make sense. Since he can return to the capital, how can he die? Is he injured on the battlefield?"