In the Name of the Queen

"Look, it's a big iron ship!"

"No, it's a steel monster!"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's a big iron ship with a white rose flag on the mast. It's Her Majesty the Queen's flagship!"

The ironclad ship entered the mouth of the Tamas River, moving very slowly.

It's not that there's a lack of motivation, it's just that I want more people to see the heroic appearance of the giant ship.

The display effect was very good and there were many onlookers.

Not only that, it also alarmed many ministers who were not present yet.

For example, Secretary of the Navy Winston and Secretary of the Treasury Smith and others.

They waited in the watchtower next to the port for a long time, observing the incoming Fourth Fleet.

After seeing the stunning appearance of the armored giant ship through the telescope, their first reaction was that it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

I rubbed my eyes hard and raised the telescope again to confirm that it was not fake.

Winston's face looked ugly, like a corpse that had been dead for three or four days.

Mr. Smith's face was little better than theirs.

On the other hand, Alban's expression was quite relaxed, and he was even in the mood to mock Winston, "Mr. Winston, I remember you once said that if a giant steel ship sailed into the mouth of the Thames River, you would choose to eat it alive. What can you consider now? The sauce tastes better.”

Winston was already in a very bad mood, and after being ridiculed by Alban, he became even more angry.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, although Smith was in a bad mood, he still stood up to break up the fight.

"Is this the time for a fight? What should we do?"

Winston snorted angrily but said nothing.

He was not angry, but his mind was blank and he really couldn't think of a solution.

Alban didn't say anything, just snorted and walked out the door.

Seeing that he was leaving, Smith and others were a little surprised.

"Alban, where are you going?"

"Nonsense, go pick her up. The whole city will go to the pier to greet the woman later. It would be too conspicuous if we are the only ones here."

Alban walked very fast, his voice still echoed in the air, and he was already dozens of meters away.

"This bastard runs pretty fast!"

Director Rice murmured quietly and walked down the mountain.

When sailing on the sea, you need to watch the wind. Now the wind is not in the right direction, so you can only retreat temporarily.

Speaking of which, the Queen's new flagship seems to have no sails. Where does her power come from?

Rice was a little confused.

What he couldn't understand was not only intelligence and battleships, but also the future.

With a sigh, he chased Alban helplessly.

Looking at Alban's straight back, he felt a little more confident.

Don't panic, Mr. Alban is so calm, he must have a solution.

As long as you don't mess around, things will get better.

Because of his trust in Albon, Director Rice regained his confidence and became much lighter on his feet.

Smee, who was walking at the end, looked at Alban's back and frowned gradually.

Something is wrong, something is really wrong with Albon.

Eyes do not deceive, but for an old politician like Albon who can completely control his emotions, looking at his eyes is useless.

However, no matter how good the acting skills are, veteran actors will also be inadvertently slack.

After all, Albon’s joy when he came down the mountain could not be hidden.

What is he happy about? Is it a conspiracy plan?

Thinking of the conspiracy plan, Smith's heartbeat continued to accelerate and he bit his lips.

He temporarily put aside his worries about Albon and began to worry about his own future.

When the new emperor ascends the throne, the political arena will definitely be reshuffled. Even if Sylph is a political idiot, she still has Walder and Roland by her side, so she won't be too out of line.

Most of the cabinet members will be able to go ashore, and a few will remain in office, but there will definitely be some who will not make it through.

Unfortunately, he definitely wasn't going to make it.

Luckily, Albon did it too!

Smith thought hard and dispelled his doubts about Alban.

Albon has openly opposed the Queen many times. He is not clean either. He can only go to the dark side.

Thinking of this guy's plan, Smith was still trembling all over.

Even if there was a chance of survival, he would not choose this path, but he had no choice.

The main reason is that Sylph and Roland did a good job overseas.

In just over a year, they united all forces overseas, established trade routes, captured part of the Vaal city-state, and defeated the Kingdom of Oden to expand their territory. These were all remarkable achievements.

Not only that, they brought back news of the old emperor from the deep sea, as well as survivors of the Fourth Fleet, and even established friendly relations with the Sea Demons.

They were very aware of the Queen's achievements, but they just didn't want to publicize them.

But they don’t publicize it; some people do it.

Bards love to tell stories about the Queen, and the damn Sun never misses an opportunity to spread the word.

With the help of thoughtful people, the common people in the imperial capital believed that the queen was the savior, and the cabinet was the cause of everyone's unsatisfactory life.

Thinking of this, Smith almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

What do these thugs know about politics?

As long as their savior disappears, who else will they look to?

Smee lowered his head, fearing that someone would notice the fierceness in his eyes. Even if there was no one around, this kind of thing must be planned carefully.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are never the same. Some people are uncomfortable while others are ecstatic.

Wald watched the fleet enter the port from the highest hotel box near the pier, dancing happily.

He didn't even bother to pick up the driver later and took a big gulp of red wine.

The old face was a little more rosy, and Walder laughed loudly, feeling happy.

It would be some time before the fleet docked, and he could still have a few more drinks.

He is old, and only the Lord of the Underworld knows how many years he can still drink. While he can still drink, he should have a few more glasses.

After drinking the last glass of wine, Walder staggered out the door.

He hummed a song, his beard and eyebrows all flew up, and he didn't even notice that the threshold was broken and his toes were swollen.

Compared with the ministers' own thoughts, the mood of ordinary people is much simpler.

Long live the Queen!

A short sentence is enough to express their true feelings.

They don't care who holds power, they just want to live more comfortably and hope that the glory of the country can let them bask in it a little.

However, the cabinet can't give them these.

Although there are always people who promote the disadvantages of monarchical dictatorship, they don't listen at all.

Monarchical dictatorship is not good, but I haven't seen your cabinet do anything about personnel?

Coincidentally, it is a rare sunny day in the imperial capital today.

The sun is bright and a little dazzling, so that the people who stop near the dock can't help but stretch out their hands to shade themselves.

They didn't know that the Fourth Fleet had stayed at sea for three more days for this bright sunny day.

This was Roland's suggestion.

The weather does affect one's mood.

Sunny days and gloomy days can make people feel completely different.

The imperial capital had been cloudy for more than ten consecutive days, and it was sunny as soon as the queen came back. This was not a coincidence, but the recognition of the great goddess!

This is the atmosphere Roland wanted to create.

What if everyone doesn't think in this direction?

It doesn't exist. There are people who will cleverly guide public opinion.

As long as this statement forms a scale, it will not tolerate any doubt.

If you dare to question the relationship between sunshine and the queen today, will you question the legitimacy of the queen tomorrow?

Roland arranged a lot of people.

Just as the ship anchored and the boarding board was laid, a long-lost famous bard appeared in the dock square.

Adam and Lilith appeared in the square and began to sing.

They sang the national anthem of the empire.

"God Save the Queen".

There are two versions of the imperial national anthem, God Save the Emperor and God Save the Queen, which are adapted according to the monarch's gender.

The people of the imperial capital haven't heard the Queen's version for nearly a hundred years.

The old people began to recall the legend of the previous Queen.

Unfortunately, it was so long ago that they couldn't remember it.

But it doesn't matter, someone in the crowd helped everyone popularize it.

"Queen Isabella III is kind and generous at home, and she has expanded the territory abroad. She is just a little bit away from the Great Emperor level."

"But this is because our country has high requirements for the evaluation of the emperor. If it is based on the standards of the Rodinia continent, Queen Isabella is fully qualified to obtain the title of Great Emperor."

After the human trumpet popularized it, someone snorted unconvinced and took over the topic: "Queen Sylph will definitely become the Great Emperor!"

Although it is still a little early to talk about whether she has the potential to be an emperor, many people have already agreed.

Some mature and prudent people have not accepted it for the time being, but they also recognize that Queen Sylph must be a promising and wise monarch.

In short, everyone is very happy.

"The Queen is back, and there will be sunny days!"

Someone shouted the slogan compiled by Roland in the crowd, and soon someone responded.

The cheers were higher and higher, shaking the sky.

Queen Sylph, standing on the deck, was wearing a navy uniform, smiling, holding a sword in her left hand, and waving her right hand to greet the crowd.

She wanted to turn around and give Roland a smug smile, but unfortunately she couldn't.

She was the queen now, and she had to maintain a flawless demeanor.

Teacher Margaret was in the crowd, and if she lost her manners, the teacher would be very sad.

This was the disadvantage of being a queen, and she had to pay attention to the impact of every word and action.

If she were the Earl of Tyrone now, she could even hold Roland's hand and point at the shore.

Being an emperor is really tiring, and you must find someone trustworthy to share the pressure.

If she focused her main energy on handling government affairs, how could she have time to hone her fighting skills?

If she couldn't stand up, who would deal with Sophia?

Thinking of this indisputable reason, her eyes lit up, and even the sunlight was robbed of some light by her amazing charm.

Roland, who was standing behind her, noticed that her gently waving arms had paused, and reminded her softly:

"Your Majesty, don't be dazed, and don't look back. I'm behind you."

Sif didn't say anything, but regained her composure and continued to wave to the crowd.

When getting off the boat, Sif finally found a chance to look at Roland with her peripheral vision.

Roland's eyes were three parts concerned and seven parts happy, as clear as the sky of Hansa.

He would definitely support the new idea of ​​power distribution in the cabinet.

Sif was very sure.

Stepping on the dock, she felt more at ease than ever before.

Thinking of the embarrassment when she left more than a year ago, she felt unreal.

Only when she stepped on the ground did she feel a little relieved.

At an angle that no one else could see, Sif reached out from her sleeves and pinched Roland's palm with the help of a cover.

The palm was soft and thick, flowing with Roland's temperature.

It was indeed not a dream.

There was no such a hot and real touch in the dream.