In the Name of the Queen

The dinner is still going on.

There is a short break between the two dances, which is convenient for the guests to communicate with each other and taste the food.

Most of the guests have gained a lot from this feast, but some people think too much and get too little, so they feel disappointed.

The Duke of Champagne did not get the desired result, but Alina's proposal made him a little moved.

Alina directly ignored his persuasion, which made him feel that Alina's attitude was somewhat overbearing, but he thought of Marco and soon felt relieved.

In any case, it is better to follow Alina than to live under the shadow of that tyrant.

Since the liberator has made a decision, the rest is to execute it.

The Duke of Champagne has figured it out, and there are many nobles with a similar mentality to the Duke of Champagne.

When the Duke of Champagne shared the information with them, the nobles fell into deep thought.

Alina's proposal was not in their expectations, and they had to weigh the pros and cons.

After thinking about it, many nobles clearly realized that they could not refuse.

Times have changed.

The nobles still have good strength, but they can no longer decide the direction of the country alone.

When Marco was wreaking havoc, they were barely surviving. Would Alina be able to jump up if she were in their place?

Alina was no longer the greenhouse flower they knew.

She could defeat Marco with inferior forces, proving that she was more ruthless than Marco.

Alina was willing to give the nobles a not-too-bad alternative way out in return for their support.

Most nobles agreed that they should not be shameless.

The nobles valued more not the temporary gains and losses, but how the family would continue.

The shrinkage of the local territory could not be changed, so it was better to take it back from the new continent overseas than to have nothing and offend the leader.

The nobles defected one after another, and more and more people planned to join the pioneering blueprint drawn by Alina.

But they also had a bottom line, and they could not mix with small nobles or even civilians.

The nobles had their own circles, and the hierarchy was strict.

The earl was a hurdle, and those above the earl were senior nobles; viscounts and barons were only middle-level nobles; royal knights and knights were entry-level small nobles, and were even considered civilians with noble certification.

Just like an entry-level Mercedes-Benz is not a big Mercedes-Benz, can a mere knight be called a noble?

This is the last reserve of the old nobles of the Golden Kite Kingdom.

Marco cannot break this layer of defense, and Alina can't do it either.

This threshold is an insurmountable gap.

The bottom line of the upper nobles for the pioneering corps is this threshold.

They are willing to accept Alina's leadership, after all, Alina is in the same class as them. But they don't want to get together with those shabby little nobles.

The middle and lower nobles want to expand the territory for the country and want to establish achievements for the family. No problem, go in your own group, don't come here to get free.

Alina offered the nobles a price for pioneering, and also planned to offer a free trade policy to the business group to reduce tariffs, giving urban residents freedom and order.

The only thing she couldn't think of was what she could bring to the farmers in the countryside.

She sighed, the country has so many resources, the upper class eats meat, the middle class drinks soup, and what about the bottom class?

The bottom class is meat and soup.

Although the Golden Kite is big, the treasury is still short of money, and the bottom people can only suffer more.

Just when Alina was about to make up her mind, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes lit up. She thought of what gift to give to these poor people at the bottom of society.

Tax exemption for one year.

In the past year or so, she followed Roland and witnessed the shocking effect of tax exemption for one year.

Although there will be a lot of tax losses, the improved cohesion and public sentiment are enough to make up for it, not to mention that it can also take the opportunity to clean up the tax collectors.

Most tax collectors are greedy. It is difficult for them to restrain their desires when they hold power. This is human nature, and even Roland can't change it.

But we have to draw a red line for them.

When the country clearly exempts taxes, they still exploit the scum of the lower class in the name of collecting taxes. What awaits them is the VIP treatment of the first batch of gallows.

Alina, who made an important decision in a short time, was in a good mood. She raised her coffee cup and took a sip, her eyes wandered to the dance floor, searching for the figure that made her a little angry.

Sif is so hateful.

Even when she was forced to the end of the road and almost committed suicide, she was not as helpless as before.

The soft, white, slender little hand was an angel's touch in the eyes of others, but it felt like a demon's embrace on her waist, and she couldn't get rid of it.

No matter how she changed her dance steps, she couldn't escape Sif's control.

This feeling was really uncomfortable.

Although she finally broke free when the dance was about to end, and even reversed the situation and put her arms around Sif's waist, she knew very well that she was letting her win.

Failure was painful, but deliberately letting her win by a small margin was even worse.

She was like a bird trapped in a cage, able to see the outside world, but her wings were bound.

She was shocked to find that Sif, who was only slightly stronger than her, had grown into such a terrible opponent.

Is this why Sofia chose Sif as a cushion?

Alina felt a little sad.

In the past few years, Sif was not the only candidate with the potential to become the Queen of the Extraordinary. She was actually qualified.

If her father fully supported her, couldn't she ascend the throne and become the emperor?

However, Sofia never considered her.

Being regarded as an enemy by Sofia was painful, but not even qualified to be her enemy was even more painful.

Sif, who completely crushed her, was just a step to a higher level in front of Sophia.

And she was not even a step, but just a slab outside the step.

Alina clenched her fists, dominated by anger.

After a moment, the fist that was almost bleeding from the palm slowly loosened.

When she was angry, she was only angry for a while.

Strength is what counts.

She is not even qualified to be Sophia's opponent.

But once the gears of fate turn, the people involved will gradually get lost, and the original direction of the river of fate will change.

It may be the same, or it may be completely different.

Sophia is not a goddess who has come to the world, so her say doesn’t count!

Alina's eyes shone brightly, like stars.

She stood up suddenly, her consciousness seemed to be traveling outside her body, staring at the stars alone.

If she realizes something.

She vaguely touched on the true meaning of astrology.

Not deduction, not observation, but immersion in the long river of destiny, bathing in the star power of destiny, and constantly strengthening oneself.

When astrology is practiced to the extreme, it becomes a great prophecy.

Alina's eyes fell on Roland and Sif, smiled slightly, and left quietly.

The party continued, but her part was over.

There are still many things to do next. She will not be confused. She will look up at the stars and understand her own path from the vast universe.

Tonight is the last night of [Faceless One] Alina. When the morning light wakes up the earth, she will return to her journey of exploring destiny and continue on the path of a diviner.

Revenge is over, and she wants to embrace a new world.

Looking up at the stars, human beings are so small. Whether it's Sylph or Sophia, they are both ants under the vast starry sky.

Open your arms and embrace not only the starry sky, but also the entire universe.

Alina left the show early, not even waiting for the dance to end to say goodbye to Roland and Sif.

She believed they wouldn't care about such a trivial matter.

These two guys only have eyes for each other now, and they won't notice even if the person next to them disappears.

On the dance floor, I enjoyed the fulfilling feeling of being held by generous hands around my waist.

Roland's hands were firm and warm, reassuring.

In front of Roland, she didn't have to work hard to scheming, she could completely relax, enjoy the soothing rhythm brought by the wonderful dance music, dance gracefully, and indulge in it.

The noisy world seems to disappear from your ears.

The only sounds she could listen to were dance music and Roland's breathing.

There is no need for many words between them, only their eyes can complete the communication.

The fight to seize power in La Cité was not easy.

Although it didn't take long, they were at a disadvantage from the beginning to the end and would overturn if they were not careful.

If Marco was not so extreme and had more people he could trust, they might not have any chance.

A superpower like Jin Yuan can only be defeated from within.

If Marco had been replaced by Alina, they wouldn't be fighting this fight at all.

The climax of the dance had arrived, and it was about to end in less than a minute. Sif finally couldn't help but raise her inner doubts.

"Roland, do you have any special means to restrict Alina? For example, a master-slave contract or a certificate of oath or something like that?"

Roland was almost amused by Sif. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, "Sorry, this really doesn't exist."

"Then how do you control her?" Sif's expression was normal, but she was a little anxious inside.

"She's my friend, why should she control her?"

Roland said calmly: "When Alina was most desperate, I gave her hope. If she can betray friendship like this, is there still trust in the world?"

Sif took a deep breath and adjusted her breathing. What she was most worried about happened.

Roland is usually very cunning, how could he be so confused now?

She tactfully reminded: "I have never doubted her character, nor your friendship."

Sif didn't notice that when she talked about friendship, her tone involuntarily became more serious.

"But her identity has changed. She is now the head of state of Jin Yuan. She must consider the interests of the country. Your friendship with her may, no, will definitely come at the back."

"You told me that politicians are politicians first and people second."

Roland couldn't help but laugh. Sif actually learned to use his words to gag him.

This is really what he said.

Seeing Roland's heartless smile, Sif couldn't help but tighten her hand on his shoulder, and the powerful force was transmitted down her palm.

Roland bared his teeth. Of course Sif wouldn't really hurt him, but the concentrated force was still like a needle piercing his shoulder.

Sif is angry.

Risking her life to fight this battle, she didn't want to draw chestnuts from the fire for Alina.

She even wanted to ask Roland if he had fallen in love with the gentle, affectionate and pitiful Jin Yuan girl, but she held back.

She didn't want to ruin the perfect image in Roland's mind.

An elegant lady will never put her beloved in a dilemma.

Faced with Sif's hesitant question, Roland said softly: "Sif, Alina knows what we want. As long as she stands by our side against Sophia, it's enough. Everything else is based on country-to-country rules. It will be done through normal interactions.”

"It's not worth taking such a big risk if you only have multiple allies. If you can be more sure of dealing with Sophia, it's worth it."

Sif's anger was like ice and snow under the blazing sun, melting instantly.

Roland made it very clear.

He is not helping Alina seize power, but destroying the possible Vladimir-Golden Kite alliance.

If Marko was allowed to consolidate power, he would probably share the land with the Vladimir Empire and compete with Sussex for the sea.

He definitely has this ambition.

Sophia is undoubtedly powerful. If the Golden Kite Kingdom stabs her in the back, how can this be played?

Roland's actions are ultimately for her.

Sif's cheeks are stained with the color of frost leaves, like red wine in a glass, delicate and tempting.

"Yes, sorry, I shouldn't be angry, but I'm really worried about you"

Worried that I will be seduced by the Golden Kite woman?

Roland smiled and teased: "How can I be angry, you care about me."

If Sif didn't react to the ambiguous relationship with Alina, he would be disappointed.

Sif cares about Roland, and Roland cares about Sif's care.

They are actually thinking about the same thing.

Sif raised her head, her eyes as bright as stars were particularly bright.

The dance ended, the magic lights slowly turned off, and the whole venue fell into darkness, but no one screamed, no one moved.

This is a small episode of the dance party, creating a little romantic space for couples in love.

Only one minute.

If you can't catch it, you'll miss it.

There are many young people who just need the last layer of window paper but can never break through it. What they need is this tacit consent.

The magnificent hall is particularly quiet in the dark.

However, there are also restless sounds in the silence.

Some people boldly hug and even kiss their dance partners, of course only for couples.

If you want to take advantage of the darkness before the relationship is in place, you will be despised by everyone and even expelled from the circle.

Xidai is a place where circle culture is prevalent. Being expelled from the circle is equivalent to social death.

The upper class elites have never lacked the opposite sex, but what they lack is a partner who can rely on each other's souls.

So they won't mess around.

Those who can hug here are real lovers.

Roland's breathing was a little rapid.

The last rationality in his brain told him to stop being rational and be straightforward.

He obeyed his heart and leaned down.

Just as he leaned over, he just touched the soft cheek.

The skin contact came faster than he expected.

Roland and Sif's hearts trembled at the same time.

They could clearly realize that the contact point was ahead of time.

Obviously, he/she thought so too.

Unable to see clearly in the darkness, Roland's lips touched the cheek that came up to him/her, and after a short pause, he moved down along the cheek and found the same burning heat.

They stuck together tightly, without any gap.

His heartbeat was like the drumbeat of an attack, rapid and crisp.

Roland made up his mind and launched a charge.

He planned to use this romantic atmosphere to break through the teeth's defense line.

However, he miscalculated.

He applied a little force, but what he touched was not the teeth, but the equally cautious tongue.

He/she thought exactly the same.

Taking advantage of the darkness, break through the defense line and reach the other side of happiness.

At this moment, some misunderstandings disappeared, and there was no longer any barrier between them.

Before closing his eyes, Sif's afterglow cast a glance out the window.

A half-moon of blue hung quietly in the sky, as if smiling.

Tonight, the moonlight is so beautiful.