In the Name of the Queen

Christine looked at Joseph's back, her eyes full of loneliness.

Joseph was a descendant of her teacher, only one or two years older than her. He was sent to the Divine Court when he was a teenager, and was promoted to the high-level Holy Temple based on his ability. He was young and promising.

Didn't he know that the Wende Empire was a dead end?

Of course he knew.

Even if he knew, some things still had to be done.

Joseph's family was a hereditary noble family of the Wende Empire. His ancestors were all famous generals of the Empire, and his fate had long been highly bound to the Empire.

If he didn't go back, he would be criticized for his whole life.

Christine was different.

She was a clergyman serving the goddess, but she happened to be born in the Wende Empire.

She had received the favor of the Wende Empire, but she had already paid it back with her performance on the battlefield.

She would feel sad for the Wende Empire's misfortune, but she had no position or reason to be buried with it.

Although she felt a little disappointed, Christine controlled her expression very well, kept silent about the twists and turns just now, and introduced to Roland the current situation of expanding the temple warriors.

With Roland's strong support, the temple warriors lost in the Battle of Helensburg have been fully replenished and continued to expand to 37,000 people.

This army is temporarily organized as the 19th Division of the Guardian Army of Light.

Although the number of people is almost the same as that of the reorganized field army, Christine still maintains the nominal organization of a division.

If the number of troops in an army is at the army level and the combat effectiveness is at the army level, then it is an army-level unit.

Even if it is nominally a division.

It's okay to get the actual benefits, it's better to keep a low profile.

After listening to the introduction, seeing that Christine was not in a good mood, Roland said goodbye and left, letting Christine digest her melancholy herself.

Some things can't be persuaded by outsiders, so it's better not to say them.

Watching Roland leave, Christine sat back in the chair somewhat powerlessly, her slender body deeply sunk into the wide leather seat, and her eyelids drooped.

The firmness and decisiveness just now were completely gone, and there was only helplessness and confusion in her eyes.

She made the most rational choice, but is there absolute rationality in this world?

"Teacher, if it were you, what would you choose?"

She once sacrificed thousands of people as bait, wiped out the main force of the rebels, and won a brilliant victory. She was also given the title of "Cold-blooded Witch" because of this victory.

In the Battle of Helensburg not long ago, she completed her transformation.

She is no longer the cold-blooded witch who regards everyone as a chess piece, but a wise commander with both decisiveness and human feelings.

However, today she made a cold-blooded choice again.

Roland gave her the opportunity to choose. She could take 10,000 people back to try her best to turn the situation around. If the war was not going well, she could lead the Wende royal family to retreat and form an exiled government.

She could take care of the feelings of the Wende people, boost morale, and save her reputation.

But can she win if she goes back?

Entering the professional field, Christine's spirit was instantly lifted.

She came to the military map, stared at the periphery of the Wende Empire, frowned and pondered, and placed a few chess pieces on it from time to time.

There is no need to mark the data, she knows the weight of these chess pieces.

War is the cruelest art, and she is an expert in this area.

After a quick deduction in her mind, she came to a relatively reliable conclusion.

If the Wende Empire is united, if the parliament does not hold back, if the country can quickly stimulate its war potential, and if Sophia never shows up, there is indeed a great chance of winning.

The dawn of victory is glimmering, but Christine can't smile.

Because these premises are too harsh.

The old Wende Empire is full of internal contradictions, and the parliament can do nothing but hold back. Sophia is just missing, not dead, and she will come sooner or later.

Although the Wende Empire has the potential to mobilize millions of troops, it will eventually die.

The process may be fast or slow, but it will come sooner or later.

It depends on the degree of internal friction.

Christine let out a sigh of relief, and her expression returned to calm.

Wende will not perish!

Even if the entire country falls, as long as there are Wende people alive, there is hope for restoration.

But the fire must be preserved.

She and these temple warriors are the fire of Wende's restoration.

She remembered Joseph's eyes when he left, and understood instantly.

Joseph also understood, so he would not use moral kidnapping to force her to go back.

It would be too miserable for such a big empire to have no one to accompany it during the curtain call performance.

Joseph and Wende will live and die together, and will surely let the world know the blood of Wende people.

The next part of the restoration of the country will be Christine's turn.

It's not easy for them.

Standing in front of the window, Miss Saint cast her eyes to the north.

At the end of the horizon hundreds of kilometers away from the field of vision is Hansa City, the center of the Governor's jurisdiction.

The city is not big, but it is full of vitality.

There is fierce competition among colleagues, and they are very united when facing the outside world.

Only such a team can have a chance to defeat Sophia.

There is no time to mourn for the unlucky Wende Empire. After handling the handover of Val City, Roland handed the city to Tony and Christine and returned to Hansa City on his own.

Sif will go to the front line in a while, waiting for Sophia to show up.

He had to hurry up and charge the ice crystal blue ring so that Sif could also know Sophia's true strength.

The decisive battle was imminent, and every moment was precious.

There was no knock on the door, but the gate was opened.

Angelina, who was reading the newspaper, was a little surprised and looked out.

She had been under house arrest in a manor on the outskirts of Hansa for a week.

When she was first arrested, she couldn't sleep all night. Shame, anger, and sadness took turns to invade her, making her toss and turn all night long.

She was afraid that Roland would change his mind and continue to humiliate her, and she was also afraid that the queen would be furious because of her failure.

But she soon found that it was meaningless to worry about gains and losses, and it would only make her sleep deprivation and eye bags swollen.

Since she couldn't escape, she might as well stay here.

Although Roland was a villain, he did a good job on the surface. He settled her according to the highest level of prisoners of war and arranged for her to be a chef Rurik who was good at cooking hometown dishes.

In just a few days, she turned her grief and anger into appetite and even gained two kilograms.

She was just under house arrest, not really in prison. She could even receive two newspapers and borrow three books every week.

It was a pity that she couldn't choose newspapers freely and couldn't see the first-hand news from her hometown.

The newspapers Roland assigned to her were the overseas edition of "The Sun" and "Rodinia Weekly".

The book catalog was also carefully selected by Roland.

Today she was reading an encyclopedia about the underwater world.

All kinds of novel knowledge made her intoxicated and almost forgot about this world.

However, the world did not forget her.

The person who came to find her was Roland.

Angelina bit her lip, her face a little ugly.

She originally thought that she would not have to see Roland again, a guy who seemed harmless but actually had no bottom line, but he still came.

Was he here to inspect the spoils or to play cat and mouse?

If it was the first two days after being captured, Angelina might be emotional, but now she was in a very stable mood.

Her Majesty the Queen said that reading makes people calm, but she could never calm down. Instead, she had the opportunity to read after becoming a prisoner of war.

She really failed the Queen's expectations.

With a sigh, Angelina inserted the bookmark into the half-read content, closed the page, and before she had time to put the book back on the bookshelf, Roland appeared at the door of the study.

Since she was here, Angelina was too lazy to put the book away.

She stood up and was about to salute Roland, but her hand froze in the air.

How should she greet Roland?

A military salute would definitely not work.

She had lost all the face of the imperial soldiers.

After a moment of surprise, Angelina pinched the non-existent hem of her skirt and knelt to salute.

Her knees were a little stiff, and the movement was particularly awkward, causing Angelina's lips to twitch slightly.

Fortunately, Roland didn't care, and waved his hand casually to signal her to sit down.

Roland sat down in another chair and greeted her with a smile.

"Are you used to living here?"

If it were a few days ago, Angelina would probably have lost her temper and quarreled with Roland.

Now she just smiled calmly, "I'm fine, the chef you found is very authentic, and the food tastes like my hometown."

"That's good, if you have any difficulties in life, you can directly ask the maid. We are a civilized country in Sussex and will not treat prisoners of war badly."

Angelina bit her lip, but swallowed the words back.

She caught a glimpse of the cover of the book on the table, and Roland's mouth corners were raised with a beautiful arc.

This is the book he brought back from the bottom of the sea, and after processing, it has become his work.

Spreading knowledge to the barbaric Rurik officials can also get the inheritor badge. Thinking of the badge he is about to get, Roland almost laughed out loud.

His purpose of this trip is not for this, but to charge the ring.

After a few pleasantries, Roland took the ice crystal blue ring from the middle finger of his left hand and slowly raised it.

"This is the trump card Sophia gave you."

Angelina did not speak, her face slightly flushed.

Holding the ring given by the Queen but being captured by Roland, this is a shame she cannot wash away.

Angelina's mood is written on her face, no need to guess, you can understand it at a glance.

Roland really can't see through the mind of a serious girl, but fortunately Angelina is a neutral soul hiding in a girl's body.

As long as you don't treat her as a girl, you will understand it in seconds.

"Angelina, if you are my subordinate, after experiencing such a tragic failure, guess how I will deal with you?"

"Kill." Angelina's answer is very concise.

Roland almost laughed out loud, is this his image in Angelina's eyes?

Silently keeping this grudge in mind, he shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "Leaders should bear the main responsibility for assigning tasks beyond the capabilities of subordinates."

Angelina looked up suddenly and widened her eyes.

She knew three foreign languages, and Roland's Sussex words were smooth and round, and it was an authentic imperial accent. She could hear it all clearly.

However, she understood every word Roland said, but she couldn't understand them together.

Roland was too lazy to talk nonsense and said directly: "You have an intelligence network, you should know that I am not lying."

Angelina tried hard to recall and thought of a few small things.

Jace, the cavalry commander under Roland, was uneasy because of his excessive performance in handling the warehouse arson case. It was indeed Roland who took all the responsibility.

He was not bragging. If he made a mistake in command, he would indeed take responsibility.

What would the queen do? Would she be worse than Roland?

This terrible idea scared Angelina as soon as it was born.

She hurriedly dispelled this terrible idea and screamed angrily.

"What do you want to say? Do you want to take this opportunity to belittle Her Majesty? I tell you, Her Majesty would do the same, and every good leader would do the same!"

Looking at Angelina's face twisted by anger, Roland was stunned at first, and then relieved.

He just said it casually, but Angelina got anxious.

It can be seen that Sophia is not so tolerant, or not always tolerant.

After writing down this important information, Roland smiled and nodded in agreement, "I believe this is the basic quality of a good leader."

Although Roland admitted defeat in his words, Angelina was no longer in the mood to talk nonsense with him, and her tone was a bit colder.

"Mr. Governor, I am just a prisoner now. If you have any requests, please tell me directly. If nothing happens, I will rest."

"It's nothing. You are good at manipulating ice. Please help me recharge the ring."

"What are you talking about? I'll charge Her Majesty the Queen's ring and let you play with it?" Angelina couldn't believe it, there was such a shameless request.

"Yes." Roland admitted frankly.

Angelina laughed at Roland's shamelessness.

A villain is a villain, never have any illusions about him.

"I refuse. Even prisoners of war have dignity." Angelina said firmly.

"Really refuse?" Roland narrowed his eyes.

"I would rather die than surrender." Angelina raised her head calmly.

Her appearance is not top-notch, but she has bright eyes, white teeth, and beautiful facial features. The young face without traces of makeup is full of collagen and is quite feminine.

Roland's eyes moved down from his face.

It's quite a big place, and she has a bit of a cool temperament in her movements. Most men would find it difficult to walk around seeing such a beautiful woman.

However, what Roland sees when he opens his eyes every day is Sif, and what he sees when he closes his eyes is the elf Sif. His appreciation of beauty is far beyond that of ordinary people.

For him, Angelina only belongs to the level where he can see but not much.

Seeing Roland's eyes wandering around her, Angelina was a little unhappy and frowned.

"Your Majesty the Governor, as a gentleman, is it a bit impolite to look at a lady like this?"

"I'm not a gentleman, I'm a villain." Roland said calmly.

He held his chin and smiled like a fox, "I'm thinking about how to pose your beautiful body as an ice sculpture to attract more tourists."

Angelina's face turned particularly ugly.

She was not afraid of death, but it was difficult for her to accept such a humiliating death.

"Her Majesty the Queen will never let you go!"

"Look at what you said. If I don't do this, will she let me go?" Roland looked calm.

Angelina was choked and couldn't speak, so she had to change her tone to a soft tone, "Don't you care about the reputation at all?"

"I care, I care very much. But compared to death, a mere reputation is nothing. I said that failure beyond the scope of ability will not be held accountable. You were forced, and the Queen can forgive you."

Angelina was speechless for a moment.

After going around in a circle, Roland was actually waiting for her here?

This is what she said herself. The Queen will not criticize her subordinates harshly. Can she take back what she just said now?

Angelina's face looked ugly, and her lips were about to bleed.

Roland knew that she was wavering and handed over the ring directly without giving her time to think.

"I don't have the best patience."

Tears of humiliation rolled down Angelina's cheeks. She vowed to make Roland pay the price sooner or later. She took the ring with gritted teeth and said bitterly:

"My strength is low and I can't fully recover even if I charge it with all my strength. Is it necessary?"

"It's up to me to decide whether it's necessary or not!"

Roland put away his smile and said calmly: "I'm going to find the ice sculpture artist now. In three days, if I don't see the ring full of energy, your beauty will bloom to everyone."

Angelina almost fainted.

She asked quietly: "Your Majesty the Governor, is this what you said that you will not punish your subordinates for their lack of ability?"

"Of course I won't embarrass my subordinates, but you are the enemy."

Roland smiled and teased: "Of course, you can also surrender. I warmly welcome you."

Angelina answered in one word.

"Pooh!"

Roland ignored the livid Angelina, laughed heartily, and walked away.

I can’t cure Sophia, so I can’t cure you?

Early the next morning, Roland took the ring from Angelina, whose eyes were red.

To be fair, Angelina is indeed very attentive.

It seems she has little interest in showing off her charm in public.

Her strength is indeed far inferior to Sophia's, but this ring has been modified by Sophia and can be charged and released repeatedly. As long as she is patient, she can recover eight or nine points.

Feeling the coldness and murderous intent coming from the ring, Roland smiled brightly.

Sif is coming soon, and this ring is just the right thing to share with her, so that she can also feel the power of one-tenth of Sophia's attack power.