In the Name of the Queen

As the handsome white demon suddenly appeared, the remaining members of the Darkin retreated and surrounded Christine who had landed on the ground. They would take action immediately if the negotiations broke down.

Christine's vibration space consumed a lot of energy, so she took the opportunity to breathe, and her feet naturally did not move at all.

Sif, who killed the blood demon outside, walked slowly to Roland to increase his bargaining chips.

She did not speak, and handed the negotiation initiative to Roland.

"It's far from enough. Who can guarantee that you keep your word?" Roland shook his head slowly, put his hands behind his back and handed the endless letter to Sif, then used his hands to make sign language and briefly introduced the function of this letter.

Seeing this unique letter, Sif's face changed slightly.

Roland's first letter to his family after going to the Vladimir Empire was written on the same letter.

When she received the letter, she immediately judged that the material of the letter was good, but she did not know that it had such a heaven-defying function.

Sif suddenly thought of something. Sophia saw clearly the correspondence between her and Roland.

Her cheeks flushed, and she cursed Sophia in her heart.

Shameless old maid, who likes to pry into privacy so much?

In anger, Sif suddenly felt a chill coming from behind. When she wrote the letter, she had no idea that Sophia could see the content, so she spoke without restraint.

Insulting names such as old maid appeared one after another, and she had ruthlessly complained about Sophia's governance policy.

Wouldn't the old guy be really angry?

Sif felt guilty, and then she became confident.

What should she feel guilty about? It's not her fault. She said the truth. Sophia's peeping was a problem. Why should she be held responsible?

Although she kept instilling the thought of "it's okay" in herself, Sif still stood behind Roland with a guilty conscience and didn't say a word.

Roland didn't pay attention to Sif's expression. Business was more important. He couldn't spare the time to ask Sif if it was difficult to deal with the blood demon, so he could only give her a look to reassure her.

The elves have the means to restrain the blood demon, so there is no need to worry too much.

Instead, he was injured while protecting Christine, who went berserk on the battlefield. This is the professional characteristic of the Paladin, sacrificing himself to protect his teammates.

Facing Roland's questioning, the handsome white mage was not surprised.

Questioning the identity of the negotiation partner is to ensure that the negotiation is meaningful, and to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum during the negotiation.

No matter how you explain it, you will lose in terms of momentum.

The handsome white mage laughed wantonly and heartily, and his flamboyant voice echoed over the ruins of the concert hall:

"The heir of the Lord of Darkness, the third archon of the dark side needs to prove that he is qualified to negotiate. This is a big joke. If you think I am not qualified, then let's not talk."

The handsome white mage's counterattack is also in line with the principles of negotiation.

Don't fall into the trap of self-proof.

If others say you are not qualified, you explain it, and you are weak at the beginning.

The handsome white mage's counterattack is too good in the eyes of the remaining dark race at least. As the direct bloodline of the King of Dark Race, he is qualified to say such things.

Facing the counterattack of the handsome white demon, Roland smiled slightly and ended the game with just one sentence.

"This is not the dark side, this is Rodinia."

The handsome white demon's expression was still calm, but Roland accurately captured the trace of anger in his eyes.

Roland could understand his anger.

To be fair, Roland's negotiation skills were somewhat barbaric.

He was too lazy to reason and directly pointed out the core advantages.

Although the dark descendants and their lackeys temporarily had the upper hand in the local battlefield of the concert hall ruins, humans had an unshakable advantage in the competition for the entire plane.

There was a sentence that Roland did not say explicitly, but he knew that the other party understood that if the dark descendants really had the ability to fight head-on, they would not have to come in secret.

Unless the handsome white demon could keep Roland and others, he would only be at a disadvantage in the negotiation.

If he had the advantage, it would be Roland who would be tied with a [chain] to threaten to self-destruct.

After an unspeakable silence, the handsome white devil spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed at himself:

"I can't scare you, you win."

Although he was at a disadvantage, the handsome white devil still refused to give up.

Roland has an advantage, so he tried to downplay it.

His statement can be interpreted as "Oh, I'm joking, why do you take it seriously?", "You can't take a joke, right?" and other arguments.

Faced with the handsome white devil's glib talk, Roland looked at him expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a clown.

You have to look disadvantageous when you are at a disadvantage, and you can't get away with it.

In order to avoid nonsense, Roland turned his eyes to Christine, who had recovered a lot of physical strength.

Negotiations are like this, and someone has to play the good cop and the bad cop respectively.

Roland can't give some pressure himself, otherwise the negotiations will break down on the spot.

At this time, someone is needed to put pressure on him.

No one is more suitable than Christine, who represents light.

Her cold voice is like a death sentence.

"Light descends, darkness retreats, no one can change it. Even if the price is my own life, I will destroy the space crack, and what awaits you will be endless space turbulence."

The handsome white devil's already pale face was bloodless.

Some people's threats would even excite the enemy, but Christine was different, she was really brave.

Sacrificing one's life to destroy the people of the opposing faith is indeed something that fanatics can do.

The atmosphere was silent again.

The handsome white devil did not continue to provoke Christine, nor did he question whether the other party still had the ability to destroy after the serious loss of physical strength.

Even if Christine had a one percent chance, he would not dare to gamble.

This is the only way for the great Demon King (the honorific title of the Dark King within the Dark Elves) to return home.

Just gambling on whether the Demon King's return path is smooth is a great disrespect to His Majesty the Demon King, and he must commit suicide to apologize.

After a suffocating silence, the handsome white demon raised the white flag.

"You won, so state the terms. The return cannot be changed, but everything else can be discussed."

"Before the formal negotiations begin, please allow me to introduce myself. Milones, the third consul, is mainly responsible for diplomacy and art."

Roland smiled and nodded, and said calmly: "Although you must know, I will still make a brief introduction."

"Your negotiating partner is

The Caesar of the Sussex Empire, the Duke of Suwig; the Prime Minister of the Golden Kite Republic, the Duke of Bordeaux; the Cardinal Minister of the Vladimir Empire, the Duke of Kazan; and the Chief Advisor of the Talia Kingdom, the new Prime Minister of the Tyrol Kingdom, Roland. The middle name and surname are a bit long, so I won't read them."

After the introduction, Roland himself felt a little uncomfortable.

Unknowingly, he already had so many titles and identities. For every additional territory, he would add an affix in the middle of his name.

If he continues to expand like this, his name will sooner or later grow to a point where the Death Note cannot write it.

This is just the main title, he didn't even add the secondary territories and titles.

After listening to Roland's introduction, Christine corrected him with some dissatisfaction: "Roland, the Knight of Light."

"Of course I will not forget my identity as the Knight of Light, but I don't want to make Mr. Milones feel too constrained during the negotiation."

"The light will always be in my heart."

He looked pious, and Milones felt like vomiting.

If he didn't know Roland, he might really believe it, but he knew Roland's deeds very well.

He couldn't help but mock him: "There was once an outstanding genius in the history of the dark side, but his style of doing things was despised by everyone. He changed his surname three times, so he was called the three surnames. Even if he saw you, he would have to admit defeat."

A normal person would definitely be ashamed to hear such mockery, or at least be furious, but Roland laughed happily.

"I am different from him. He has changed his last name three times, and I guess he was not happy every time. I just added a suffix to my name. I will not betray my previous identity even if I get a new identity."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the countries and organizations I have served. Are they satisfied?"

Roland cast an inquiring look at Christine.

Christine nodded slowly. Although she didn't say anything, she completely agreed with Roland's point of view.

Although Roland's faith is still not firm enough, his attitude towards light is very good.

She can give Roland ninety-nine points.

One point is deducted because Roland could have done better and regarded light as the only thing.

The flaws do not hide the merits. She is very satisfied with Roland.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and everything was self-evident.

Milones was inexplicably a little irritated.

He wanted to use the notorious figures of the dark side to stigmatize Roland, but he didn't expect Roland to fight back head-on, using the trump card of "My clients are very satisfied, what are you, the audience, talking about?"

He was choked and speechless.

Although this rhetoric was suspected of being a sophistry, and Roland's simultaneous service to five countries was somewhat shocking, the heads of state were all satisfied, so it was not his turn to talk nonsense.

Sif, who was informing Sophia of the progress through the endless letter behind Roland, could not wait for a reply, and was already a little anxious. She saw Roland and Christine looking at each other with tacit understanding from the corner of her eye, and her mood became worse.

She quickly wrote a new message on the endless letter.

"Old maid, do you want to accept it or not? Please tell me!"

It is not easy to insult Sophia. Dirty words are meaningless, and attacking her character will make her laugh.

The most common means of attack, directly greeting her parents, is useless to her.

Her parents are dead, dead in every sense.

They have long been dead physically, because Sophia was used as a political bargaining chip to accelerate the establishment of the Holy Alliance, and the only family affection has also disappeared.

The so-called parents are no different from passers-by in Sophia's eyes.

She is a strong person who has existed since the Age of Gods. Her real parents died in the Second Age. They have been reincarnated countless times and have no fate to meet them again.

Even if she misses them, she will only miss her parents at that time.

Calling her shameless, cold-blooded, and cruel is even more ridiculous.

Only by attacking her failed marriage and the unbearable past of being cold-blooded by her ex-husband can there be a chance to break her defense.

And this kind of attack must come from someone with weight, such as Sif.

Perhaps it was because this sentence was lethal enough, or perhaps it was because the insult to Sophia triggered the awakening condition, so the reply came quickly.

"I have recorded your attack. Let them get out of Rodinia and go to the South Continent. That is their hometown. Since they want to return home, let them carry it out to the end. Let Roland handle the other conditions himself."

Sif breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she couldn't breathe.

Wait, let Roland handle the conditions himself?

If Sophia knew that the person who wrote the letter was Roland, the reply should be "make the conditions yourself."

Sif thought she could perfectly imitate Roland's handwriting, but it was exposed. This made her a little frustrated. She was also re-evaluating her understanding of Sophia and Endless Letter.

Even if she couldn't see it, she could confirm that she was writing for her by special means. She was really strong.

Sif really realized the gap between her and Sophia.

This time, her reply was much softer.

"I understand, thank you."

After writing this soft sentence that was almost an apology, Sif breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little disappointed.

She longed to face Sophia one-on-one instead of being submissive like now.

Fortunately, she was not without hope.

She accidentally entered the flower sea world from the dream, and thought it was just a dream, but later she entered the empty flower sea again.

Everything in the flower sea was so real, and she could move freely in the dream flower sea.

It was not like a dream, but more like a real world connected by a dream.

She liked this flower sea that could evoke memories of the past. After all, she picked up the lost feet that were cut off in this flower sea, had a flawless body, and had the confidence to challenge Sophia.

Although she had a trump card, Sif was still afraid of Sophia.

She really couldn't figure out how Sophia could see through everything.

She was very sure that Sophia had no insight.

Her insight is not magic, nor is it a skill, but a unique and exclusive trait, a powerful ability that is born with her.

As long as she lives, there is no one else in this world who has similar abilities.

Sif is three parts curious and seven parts distressed.

Before she figured out Sophia's way of observation, she had to keep a low profile.

The negotiation had a basic framework, and the next step was to correct the details. Roland and Milones went to a deserted place for a fierce confrontation.

They bargained for every compensation clause.

The essence of diplomacy is the exchange of interests and compromise. When it comes to business, Roland and Milones will naturally not be polite to each other.

Just as Sif was worried, Christine was expressionless, and Roland and Milones were discussing fiercely, no one noticed that a lady with a cold face was sitting in a cafe across the square, silently watching everything happening in the square.

The owner of the cafe actively evacuated customers after the battle of the square began. Everyone else ran away, but she couldn't be persuaded. The owner didn't want to drive away the customers, so he had to abandon the cafe and run away.

If you don't leave, I will!

The owner's thinking is very clear. He achieved reverse expulsion without driving away customers.

Sophia spoke highly of the owner of the cafe. She quietly put two gold coins on the plate of snacks as a tip, put down the empty cup that had been finished with satisfaction, and got up and left.

There are many ways to solve the problem. The real world is not a math problem, and the answer may not be unique.

She saw Sif's nervousness very clearly, and she could probably guess what Sif was worried about.

High-end observers often only need the most simple and unpretentious skills.

If you can't see clearly from too far away, then get closer.

Drinking coffee and watching the show at this distance is indeed a good pastime.

Sophia lazily pulled up her collar and walked towards another alley like an ordinary citizen, as if she had never appeared. (End of this chapter)