In the Name of the Queen

When Roland announced the commander, Christine stood up subconsciously.

She had long been accustomed to serving as Roland's military commander.

It had always been like this in the past few years.

Whether Roland was the governor, vice emperor or prime minister, whether the army was only tens of thousands or up to millions, Roland had always trusted her absolutely.

If it wasn't for the special mobile force with so many experts, she wouldn't even want to take over a 5,000-man army.

She is now the pope of the Holy Court of Light, at the same level as the emperor of the empire.

What kind of troops are she allowed to lead? It depends on her mood.

The humble words came to her lips, but they stopped abruptly because Roland said an unexpected name.

Christine was stunned on the spot, then her face flushed, and the holy marks that were originally hidden under her skin suddenly emitted a milky white light.

She clenched her hands into fists, her nails pierced into her palms fiercely, and blood oozed from her tiger's mouth.

When the command was handed over to others, she realized how much she cared.

The unspeakable embarrassment made Christine neither stand nor sit.

Fortunately, the others were also in extreme shock and did not notice her loss of composure, so she took the opportunity to sit back carefully.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Christine breathed a sigh of relief, and then was dominated by anger and disappointment.

She admitted that Reinhardt was quite capable, but how could he compare with her?

He could only command tens of thousands of people at most, and he was far inferior to her in this regard.

What did Roland see in Reinhardt?

Not to mention that she couldn't figure it out, Sif and others were also confused.

Although Sif didn't like Christine, she never denied her talent.

Sif was no longer the emotional little girl. In the face of everyone's interests, she was willing to restrain her personal likes and dislikes.

She looked at Roland in surprise and kept winking at him.

Her meaning was very clear.

There was no need to do this to avoid suspicion, she didn't mind.

Roland smiled and shook his head, giving Sif a look that said "I have my own ideas" to reassure her.

Sif could be at ease, but Alina frowned.

She didn't understand either.

Unlike Sif, she and Christine had no personal grudges. On the contrary, they had a good personal relationship because of their long-term cooperation.

If Christine hadn't organized the coronation ceremony for her, she would have been somewhat embarrassed to be the emperor of the republic.

Sif could keep silent, but she couldn't play dead.

With a light cough, Alina said softly: "Roland, according to your standards, Marshal Christine is more qualified to be the commander."

She didn't call Christine the Pope, but the Marshal.

Christine has the title of Marshal of the Golden Kite Republic because of her outstanding achievements.

Alina was openly standing up for Christine.

The blood on Christine's face faded, and she gradually regained her calmness, casting a grateful look at Alina.

Helping Alina was only part of helping Roland, but she remembered this feeling, this person can be dealt with.

Seeing Alina jumping out to object, Reinhardt, who was named, also woke up from the shock. He smiled and nodded to Roland, then shook his head and said:

"Mr. Roland, I am flattered by your trust. But as Her Majesty Alina said, my talent and strength are indeed not as good as Pope Christine."

"The establishment of a mobile force is a major event for all mankind. You don't need to find a balance here. I solemnly recommend Pope Christine to lead the mobile force."

Christine liked to hear this. She suddenly felt that Mr. Reinhardt was not so annoying, and even had some of the unique uprightness of the Odin people.

Seeing Reinhardt's statement, and thinking of Roland's resolute rejection of Queen Sissi, the delegates at the meeting suddenly realized.

Roland, this little fox, clearly wanted his Pope lover to be the commander, but was afraid of being criticized, so he played this.

Tsk, hypocrisy.

Although they may have some complaints, these representatives are all smart people and will not oppose Roland on such a matter.

Reinhardt did not think that Roland would hand over this small but extremely powerful mobile force to the Kingdom of Pruden.

The two sides have different positions, and the Kingdom of Pruden has just been in trouble before, so it is impossible.

Although the personnel of the mobile force do not include some extraordinary people above level 6, they include almost all extraordinary people below level 7 and most extraordinary people of level 6.

The original intention of this force is to fight against strong enemies. As their commander, it is easy to build your own team by getting along with them.

Even if you win over some extraordinary people, it will be enough to complete the reshuffle in the future world pattern.

Is Roland really willing to give it up?

Yes, he really is willing to give it up.

If you want to get it, you have to pay. In order to make the Kingdom of Pruden willingly join the newly established Rodinia Alliance, they have to help them solve some practical problems.

The war machinery that is gradually reviving in the Alemanni ruins not only threatens their survival, but also threatens the entire human race.

The core areas of the former Alemanni Empire, such as the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol, were naturally the first to be affected.

Because of Christine's reminder, Roland had already tacitly accepted that Queen Sissi was an enemy, and he wanted to win over the Kingdom of Pruden.

They couldn't be together, at least they couldn't be merged.

When Roland firmly proposed to let Reinhard become the commander again, the old duke with graying temples finally realized that Roland was not joking.

He hesitated a little and asked with gritted teeth: "Why? You should have a better choice."

"Believe me, Duke Reinhard, you are the best choice."

Roland turned his gaze to Christine and explained with a smile: "Her Holiness has a more important mission. She wants to form a new army that can defend the entire continent."

Taking advantage of everyone's curiosity, Roland briefly described the definition of the coalition.

Everyone suddenly realized.

In addition to the special mobile force, Roland also plans to form a Rodinian coalition to form a strong combat power with the advantage of scale cluster.

This army does not rely on extraordinary people, but mainly relies on scientific and technological archaeology and the magic armored corps that are re-armed with magic crystal equipment.

As long as technology (archaeology) can break through quickly, this army can create a powerful force that can rival gods with mortal bodies.

The mobile force is just a special force for emergency transition, which is the main force in Roland's mind.

Reinhardt suddenly realized and put aside his doubts.

If Roland gave him the greatest benefit, he would definitely suspect it was a trap.

Since it is a secondary benefit, it can probably still be trusted.

The loss in Christine's eyes was swept away, replaced by a radiant light.

It has to be her.

Who else but her can form, operate and command a million-level new army?

Facing Roland's invitation, Christine cleared her throat and bit her lip to be a little reserved.

"Roland, I'm not modest, but I..."

"Then don't be modest, it's you." Roland smiled and interrupted Christine's modesty.

Their eyes touched lightly in the air, and then staggered.

As Christine took over the dragon-slaying statue representing the command of the coalition forces, this continental conference was basically declared over.

Afterwards, professionals from various countries discussed in detail various issues in politics, military, diplomacy, trade, and archaeology.

Roland naturally didn't have to worry about these trivial matters.

Next, he would enjoy a few days of vacation in Hansa City in the name of attending a meeting.

He and Sif were separated for only a few days, but it seemed like a century.

While Sophia was away, he took a vacation for himself.

However, his wonderful vacation was not smooth.

There were too many people looking for him, and he was always very busy during the day.

What surprised Roland was that the first person to find him was Queen Sissi.

He rejected her proposal harshly at the meeting. He didn't know what this woman was doing here.

Although he had included her in his list of potential enemies, he hadn't torn his face off yet, and Roland didn't mind pretending to be nice to her.

Sif didn't object to Roland meeting this woman, but before the meeting, she said something lightly with a warning.

"This Queen Sissi has had fifteen men. Her husband is really tolerant."

"Haha, I know she's a socialite, but I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated. She's the national goddess of the Kingdom of Tyrol after all. I don't know what her people would think if they knew the truth."

Roland laughed and teased.

Sif said calmly, "Of course they don't believe it. They will hypnotize themselves into thinking that this is slander, and even fight the whistleblower. People will only accept the truth they are willing to accept."

Roland restrained his smile and said in a low voice, "She is not only a slut, but also a pioneer of the dark tentacles extending to this world."

Sif's pupils shrank suddenly, "Christine said that?"

"Yes, her appearance corresponds to the second sentence of the prophecy."

"I understand, do you want me to ask for help?" Sif asked softly.

"No, you don't understand at all. Queen Sissi is just a pathfinder. It's useless to catch her. It will only alert the snake. It's better to pretend that you know nothing and play with her."

Sif suddenly realized and said with a smile, "This Queen Sissi is probably still dreaming of seducing you with all kinds of charm and then making a profit, but she doesn't know that she is the prey. I'll leave this to you. I'm just going out to relax."

In the living room, Roland received Queen Sissi politely but indifferently.

Seeing Roland's cold expression, Queen Sissi lowered her head slightly and whispered softly: "Are you still angry because I want to become the commander of the mobile force?"

"Ms. Sissi, if you are here to say this nonsense, I suggest you leave now. Our time is precious."

Queen Sissi apologized in disguise, but Roland didn't buy it.

Queen Sissi, who didn't know that her true identity had been exposed, took off her lace gloves very naturally and put them on the table, showing her bare hands inadvertently in front of Roland.

Roland has seen many beautiful girls.

Most of these girls are of noble birth. They don't need to do heavy labor or fight against oil smoke in the kitchen. They all have very delicate hands.

Sister Lisa's hands used to be a little rough, but after the magma nirvana, her skin was refreshed and exceptionally beautiful.

Sif's whiteness, Alina's slenderness, Lisa's warmth, Christine's holiness, and even Sophia's coldness, their hands are beautiful in different ways.

He didn't think that Queen Sissi's removal of her gloves would cause any disturbance in his heart.

However, the hands displayed in front of Roland had no flaws, like finely carved and polished mutton-fat jade, without any impurities, but just the right softness.

If Sif's slender hands were like a pair of hands growing on beautiful girls, then Queen Sissi's hands were like a natural extension of her body.

They didn't grow out, but were there from the beginning.

Roland even had the illusion that these hands led directly to the realm of pure beauty, and Queen Sissi herself was the beautiful woman hanging on these hands.

As soon as he raised his right hand, Roland saw the number Sif had said.

Fifteen.

No matter how beautiful Queen Sissi is, he doesn't want to become cave brothers with fifteen unknown male creatures.

Moreover, her feminine charm is not as good as Sif.

Roland's lips curled up slightly.

There is an advantage of marrying the most beautiful girl in the world as a wife, which is that you have a strong resistance to beauty.

"Queen Sissi, please tell me if you have something to say. We are allies."

Queen Sissi raised her head slightly and said softly: "Do you have time to listen to a story?"

"I am not interested in stories that cannot be submitted to the Sun."

Unlike the Continental Congress standing on the moral high ground and urinating and defecating anywhere, this time Roland yawned directly in the moral lowland, focusing on a flexible bottom line.

Queen Sissi may not have expected Roland to say this. She was slightly stunned and quickly adjusted her mood.

She whispered faintly: "If you want to exchange the tragic experience of a poor woman for money, you can do this."

Roland shrugged and motioned her to start the performance, but he was a little more alert in his heart.

As he expected, Queen Sissi's move was really clever.

She planned to use beauty as an opening remark, but because of the presence of Sif, ordinary temptation was useless, so she took off her gloves.

Hands and feet are very special.

According to their functions, they have nothing to do with sexual temptation.

Animals will never go into heat when they see the hooves of the opposite sex.

But humans are different.

Humans will associate.

When they see short sleeves, they immediately think of white arms, naked bodies, and...

Ahem, in short, hands and feet are very strange organs.

Especially the round and slender jade feet of girls, even if they are only exposed inadvertently, they will arouse the desire of diners to play with and appreciate them.

Queen Sissi is a person of status, so naturally she can't take off her shoes and show her feet as soon as she enters the door.

Even if she can do such a thing, it will be particularly unsightly because of her abrupt appearance.

Moreover, she can't seduce Roland even if she takes off her shoes.

So she chose slender bare hands.

If she directly extends her hands, it will not work at all, so she wears lace gloves.

The white lace was parted, and the jade shoots slowly appeared. This contrasting visual impact is a fatal temptation for any man.

Roland is a man with completely normal sexual orientation, and he is young.

He is no exception.

If Sif and Christine hadn't reminded him, he might have lost his composure.

But there is only one number in front of him now, fifteen.

Roland sighed in his heart.

Both young women and bitches have experienced men, but they are completely different.

Young women are married women. They exude a charming aura from youth to maturity, and have a different charm after experiencing the hardships of life.

To hold the young women who are loyal to the family firmly in your arms, to grab them wantonly, and to see them half-heartedly accept it, this is the correct posture for tasting young women.

If Queen Sissi was a young woman, Sif wouldn't mind, and Roland probably wouldn't refuse a friendly match with political purposes.

But bitches are different.

That's a toilet.

Those with mediocre looks are smelly dry toilets, and those with outstanding looks are clean and tidy high-end toilets.

Queen Sissi is.

A five-star toilet.

Roland lowered his head slightly, letting the disgust in his eyes drift in the air.

He slowly reached out his hand.

At this moment, he had to act like a normal man and take advantage of the opportunity.

However, he still felt nauseous in his heart.

The pain that Christine had experienced, now it was his turn.

His fingertips stopped a few centimeters away from the back of Queen Sissi's white hand, and stopped abruptly.

It seemed that the pause of an inch made the smile on Queen Sissi's face solidify.

"Sorry, I almost offended your innocence."

Roland smiled and retracted his fingertips, calmly returned to his seat, and picked up the teacup.

"Fortunately, my sexual orientation is more conventional, I prefer girls' slender jade feet. Can your story begin?"

Queen Sissi narrowed her eyes, a trace of anger lingering in her eyes.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, this time she was really angry.

Her feet were taboos that could not be mentioned, and Roland accidentally violated the taboo.

But she couldn't just walk away, she just asked back with some displeasure:

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Maybe your wife has the most beautiful feet in the world, but I don't want to let anyone other than my husband explore my privacy."

Accompanied by a trembling tone, Queen Sissi's tears rolled down her cheeks.

This was like the weak posture of a lily swaying in the wind and rain, and any man who saw it would arouse a strong desire to protect it.

If you don't know the details, Roland would probably be the same.

But he knew.

He held the teacup and stopped drinking. The meaning was very clear, if you don't tell the story, leave.

Queen Sissi wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, and when she looked up again, her face was full of sadness.

"I used to be the most beautiful woman in the world."

"It was true ten years ago." Roland responded calmly.

Queen Sissi was not angry because of Roland's interruption. She opened her arms, as if embracing a storm in the void, and her sad voice was particularly ethereal.

"Until I met Sophia."

She told the story of her encounter with Sophia.

Before they got married, they were close friends because they were both descendants of Odin and nobles.

Their friendship was unbreakable until Ivan IV came along.

Ivan IV had proposed to Queen Sissi's family, hoping to marry her.

However, before her father could respond, Sophia's family snatched the opportunity.

Sophia's family was a hereditary duke, and their power and status far exceeded that of Queen Sissi.

"She just stole my marriage partner."

Roland was stunned by this story, a little at a loss.

It's probably true that Queen Sissi wouldn't hide anything in this kind of thing.

Judging from the fact that Sophia completely cut off all contact with her family after her marriage and did not express condolences when her parents died, Sophia probably did not like this marriage and just reluctantly accepted it.

Later, because of the failure of her marriage, she hated her blind parents even more.

Everything can be explained.

Sophia justifiably hated everyone who made her feel bad about this.

Ivan IV, her parents, and Sissi who made her neglected by her husband.

Sophia is the kind of character who doesn't want revenge overnight, so of course she won't let Queen Sissi go.

The story that followed was indeed as Roland had guessed, nothing new.

After listening to Queen Sissi's chatter, Roland said nothing.

Looking at her expectant eyes, Roland asked calmly: "I'm not interested in old grievances between women. Tell me, what do you want?"

Queen Sissi lowered her voice and asked: "Roland, are you really willing to stay in a place like Fort Saint-Rulic for the rest of your life, and only see your beloved wife occasionally?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Roland's face changed slightly.

"We have a common enemy." Queen Sissi's expression suddenly became extremely calm, as if the story she had just accused Sophia had not been told by her.

"I am listening."

"Sofia is very weak now and she is struggling. This is the only chance to get rid of her!"

Roland was almost amused. He pointed to the tip of his nose and asked in surprise:

"You mean, I get rid of Sophia?"

This is ridiculous.

Queen Sissi nodded and said: "I don't dare to point fingers at your behavior. I just hope you remember what I said today and observe carefully next time you see Sophia. You will know that I am not lying."

She stood up and said quietly: "Roland, you are still young. Do you want to be suppressed by Sophia your whole life? I have experienced that it is very uncomfortable."

"Shut up! Sophia is my monarch!" Roland's breathing became rapid.

"But you're not her dog."

After saying these words, Queen Sissi no longer felt as weak as before, she didn't even say goodbye and left with her head held high.

Watching her figure disappear into the distance, Roland's heartbeat was a little messy.

What should he do if Sophia is really weak enough to fall below the kill line?

Queen Sissi's words pierced his heart.

If this was a game, he would treat a female character like Sophia, who was beautifully drawn and cold and arrogant, as his wife, and would even shout, "I am Miss Sophia's dog!"

But this isn't a game, this is the real world.

Queen Sissi is very good at judging people, and she doesn’t like to be pressed down by others.

Roland stood up a little irritably and walked out the door.

He had to go out and relax.

As he walked aimlessly on the street, the patrols passing by stopped and saluted him; pedestrians shopping also stood on the roadside and cast admiring glances at him.

In the hearts of these people, Roland is an omnipotent existence.

They didn't know that Roland was very upset now.

A gust of breeze blew by, and Hong Wen's face gradually calmed down.

Making any decision requires correct intelligence, so he must first determine whether Sophia has really lost her power.

Inadvertently, he actually walked to the residence of the Jin Yuan Kingdom delegation.

It was already here, and Roland simply strode inside.

"Starlight told me that my good partner is standing at the crossroads of destiny. Tell me, is there anything I can do to help?"

Alina brought Roland a cup of fruit tea, held her chin in one hand, and asked with a smile.

"I'd like to ask you to help me deduce a person."

"Who?" Alina was a little curious. Roland didn't really believe in divination, and he rarely took the initiative to ask her for deductions. Today was indeed a bit strange.

"Sophia."

Alina was stunned and slowly shook her head, "Sorry, I have deduced it before, but her fate was shrouded in invisible power. I later learned that it was the power of the unformed godhead."

Roland lowered his voice and asked: "If the deduction is forced, can the price of backlash be bearable?"

"Of course there is no problem. She is certainly strong, but I am also growing."

Alina said calmly: "It's just that you never do useless work, so I'm a little curious."

"It's not a waste of effort. You just need to judge whether it can be deduced. No specific results are needed."

Roland's eyes lit up.

If we could deduce Sophia's fate, something would really go wrong.

When Alina unfolded the angel cards and began to deduce, Roland's heart beat faster.

In addition to waiting for the results of the deduction, he also faced a bigger problem.

If there was something really wrong with Sophia's powers, how should he treat her?

Before the Battle of Baishan, this was not a problem at all, kill!

But they fought side by side in Baishan and experienced life and death together. Can he wield this sword?

When the last card in Alina's hand fell, Roland's eyes were filled with confusion.

He didn't even know what he expected. (End of chapter)