In the Name of the Queen

Cyrus was a little annoyed. The secret he had hidden in his heart for many years was actually tricked out by Roland.

He slowly clenched the five fingers of his right hand under the table. His nails instantly turned into black crow claws. However, in just a moment, he loosened the crow claws and restored his slender and slender white palm.

His palm was smooth as jade, not like a middle-aged man at all, but like a work of art.

During the whole process of him secretly accumulating strength and loosening it, Roland was holding the fruit wine and sipping it lightly, and seemed to have no reaction at all.

But Cyrus knew very well that Roland could not have no reaction at all.

Cyrus was a little unconvinced. Was the gap between his strength and Roland so big? The other party dared not to take any precautions.

Looking at Cyrus's slightly frowned brows, Roland smiled and explained: "Mr. Cyrus, I am not sure to defeat you in your home court, but I have a good boss."

He raised his right hand and smiled and teased: "If I encounter danger, I can summon Queen Sophia to attack with all my strength."

Cyrus's face suddenly changed, he sighed, and shook his head helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Nubia and the Natural Court have been under too much pressure recently. You showed up without notifying me in advance, so I had to be on guard."

His reason was quite honest, and Roland could understand it.

After the Battle of White Mountain, the world situation has changed dramatically.

It seems that the same countries still exist, but the future direction is no longer dominated by the army composed of ordinary people, but by the extraordinary people.

The combat power of the fifth-level extraordinary people can at least reach the level of Sophia before the Battle of White Mountain, and the sixth-level extraordinary people can also cause great damage to the city.

If the extraordinary people are not restrained, they will become mobile humanoid destroyers.

So after the Battle of White Mountain, the extraordinary people of various forces met at the foot of the mountain and came up with the White Mountain Convention.

The first convention is that the extraordinary people shall not slaughter ordinary people without reason. Small-scale killing is not restricted, but too large a number of vicious killings or killings for fun without reason will be condemned by all extraordinary people.

The second convention is that the battles between extraordinary people should be held in the wild away from residential areas as much as possible. If you insist on fighting in residential areas, you must control the scale of the battle. If you cause harm to ordinary people, refer to Convention 1.

Convention 3: When facing a crisis against all mankind, the extraordinary people should unite to face the outside world.

These three conventions restrict the boundaries of the behavior of the extraordinary people and have been recognized by all the extraordinary people.

It stands to reason that the extraordinary people are all unruly guys and cannot accept such constraints, but they must accept it.

Because these three points are summarized by Roland, supported by Sif and others, and fully agreed by Sophia.

Whoever opposes will completely offend these top combat forces and will have no way out.

After the Battle of White Mountain, most of the extraordinary people stayed in the Rodinia continent. They believed that this was the main battlefield in the future, with the greatest danger but also many opportunities.

There are also many extraordinary people who choose to return to their hometowns.

They don’t want to stay in Rodinia and be restricted.

As long as they leave Rodinia, they can still be a little overlord in their hometown, which is better than being restricted in Rodinia.

The former takes risks and is restricted, but has more opportunities; the latter gives up the opportunity to make rapid progress and does not even consider returning to the Japanese stage in the end.

Not everyone is qualified to bow on the main stage.

If you can’t stand in the center of the stage, there is no point in continuing to struggle.

Sophia's stunning sword in the Battle of White Mountain not only cut off the White Mountain, but also the spirits of many extraordinary people.

Their confidence was shattered by a sword, because they could never swing this sword.

Since they could not reach the top, they might as well go home and enjoy themselves.

This kind of self-destructive extraordinary people accounted for more than one-third of the total.

The crow sage Cyrus also chose to return to his hometown, but Roland knew that he would not give up on himself, but chose to secede from one side, lay out in advance, and strive to perform on the final stage.

His words just now were both an explanation and a disguised apology.

After all, he had just had the intention to kill Roland, although it dissipated in an instant.

Roland smiled slightly and nodded to show his understanding, "Mr. Cyrus, this matter is still my fault. Although I took Lisa out for a trip, I passed by your territory after all, so I should have told you in advance."

Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief. Roland gave him a way out, and of course he had to jump down tactfully.

"Mr. Roland, you are too polite."

"Since we are traveling, I wonder if I can provide you with convenience?"

Since Roland is not here to cause trouble, everything is easy to say, and Cyrus's face is also a little more smiling.

He is not being falsely polite, but sincerely wants to entertain Roland.

This is a distinguished guest.

Since Cyrus is willing, Roland will naturally not refuse. He nodded and said seriously: "Mr. Cyrus, I like to show off. Every time I go to a place, I have to give a public speech. I wonder if you are willing to provide an opportunity?"

Cyrus was stunned.

He thought that Roland asked for food and accommodation, travel guards, guides, and even travel expenses, but he never thought that Roland would go on stage to give a speech.

If someone else made such a request, he would not refuse, but Roland's request made him a little uneasy.

"Mr. Roland, I shouldn't have refused, but you should know that I am the guardian of the Temple of Nature, and you are the honorary knight of the Temple of Light. Our identities are very sensitive."

"Put yourself in her shoes. If I ask to give a speech in the Holy City or Holy Spring Square, will Christine agree?"

Cyrus's concerns are reasonable.

Religious believers are fanatical, and Roland's public speech is likely to cause serious consequences. Even if no one makes trouble, Cyrus does not want pagans to give speeches in the holy land of the Natural God Court.

Roland shook his head firmly, and then nodded, which made Cyrus a little confused. What does this mean?

Roland smiled and explained, "If it is a religious speech, Christine will certainly not agree, and may even duel with you. But I am speaking in my personal capacity, and it does not involve religious content."

He stretched out three fingers and said seriously: "First, I will exchange enough secrets; second, you can watch my speech outline in advance; third, in return, you can carry out missionary activities in my non-light faith territory."

Cyrus stood up and looked at Roland in disbelief.

"Mr. Roland, are you serious?"

"Very serious." Roland's eyes flashed with a strange look.

Cyrus pondered for a moment, and said as if he had exhausted all his strength: "This is a condition that cannot be refused. I agree. But I will make an equal secret exchange and will not take advantage of you."

"Oh? Mr. Cyrus is straightforward." Roland and Cyrus looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

It is not so easy to take advantage.

The exchange conditions proposed by Roland are indeed greater than the gains. The first two items are just appetizers, and allowing the Natural God Court to preach in his non-light faith territory is the main course.

The Light Diocese is Christine's forbidden delicacy, and no one can touch it. Roland doesn't mind trading the basic plate of abundance that she can't chew.

There is no friendship between him and the Abundant God Court, and there are even conflicts because of his switch to light.

Not a friend, even a potential enemy, Roland will certainly not be polite.

Although he gave up a lot of benefits, they were all empty checks and he didn't suffer any losses. Cyrus also knew it very well, but he valued the future.

As long as Roland is still there, the promise will always be valid.

As Roland expands, his non-light faith territory will only increase, and this agreement is expected to have a promising future.

Cyrus certainly doesn't mind taking advantage, but he knows Roland.

Those who want to take advantage of Roland are basically out of luck, and he doesn't want to offend anyone.

After reaching a cooperation intention, Roland threw out the first appetizer.

"Mr. Cyrus, have you heard of the four prophetic poems?"

"Of course I have heard of them. Miss Christine wants the whole world to know that she is conveying the oracle. Who hasn't heard of it?"

He said with some disapproval.

The struggle for religious beliefs is the struggle for discourse power.

Christine's four prophetic poems are gradually becoming a reality. Once the "oracle" she conveys becomes a reality, who can doubt her lofty status?

Believers of other sects are also inevitably shaken.

The gods they believe in have disappeared, and the gods of the light faith not only protect the mortals, but can also convey the oracle through Christine.

This is very important.

Gods are powerful, but not every god is generous enough.

What believers fear most is not believing in evil gods, but believing in a god who does not reject or respond.

Even if it is an evil god, as long as he is willing to listen to their prayers and respond, it is good.

The strength and power of the three goddesses are at the same level, but their responses to believers are not at the same level.

Since Christine has the ability to listen to the oracle, it is naturally easier to recruit believers.

Thinking of this, Cyrus's face twisted in pain, and he couldn't help but argue:

"Although Miss Christine insists that this is an oracle, the content may not be entirely correct."

"'In the dark night, the shadow tentacles weave a web' This is obviously aimed at the Crow Doctor of our Natural God Court. It's nonsense. Although the Crow Doctor wears a crow mask to hide his identity, that is the price of the healing ability obtained through the sacrifice ceremony."

Cyrus said unconvinced: "If the Crow Doctor group is listed with other destroyers just because they hide their identities, I can't accept it."

Although it was a bit rude to criticize Christine in front of Roland, Cyrus did not back down.

He knew Roland. Although he was a knight of light, he was not a religious person. His essence was still a secular lord.

Some words can convey emotions to Roland without completely losing control.

Looking at Cyrus's excited expression, Roland pressed down with one hand to signal him to sit down.

It can be seen that the Crow Sage seems to be emotional, but in fact his mind is very clear.

While others assumed that Roland and Christine had the same interests, Cyrus was keenly aware of the difference between them.

Facing Cyrus' questioning, Roland calmly explained: "Of course it has nothing to do with you. Although the Crow Doctor Organization you founded is very similar to the description of this prophecy, the prophecy is about someone else."

"Have you heard of the Dark Elves?"

Cyrus was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little confused, and his breathing was a little messy, "Mr. Roland, please go ahead."

The Dark Elves can be listed in the prophecy poem, so they must be very powerful. He has never heard of them, so how can he not be nervous.

Roland said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember Queen Sissi? She is the succubus of the Dark Elves."

"Succubus? You mean the demon clan?!"

Cyrus stood up again, his eyes wide open.

The news brought by Roland shocked his cognition. He tried to calm down his emotions, and finally gradually eased.

"Succubus? No wonder she seduces men so easily. Many young talents of the previous generation were bewitched by her and even ruined their bright futures. It turns out she is a damn demon!"

Roland shared information about the Dark Elves with Cyrus.

Cyrus wanted to ask questions when he was talking, but he held back.

When he heard that several high-ranking members of the Dark Elves dared to go to the Arctic ice field to ambush Sophia, his face was particularly ugly.

Although the Dark Elves failed, their amazing mobility and bold and adventurous style still made Cyrus tremble with fear.

Fortunately, these guys were far away in Tyrol, far away from him.

He let out a long breath and sighed with relief: "I heard that you have dealt with Queen Sissi. It's you who solved the Dark Elves crisis so easily."

"No, the Dark Elves crisis has not been resolved. Although Queen Sissi is dead, the Dark Elves are still there, and the space crack connecting the dark side and the plane has even been reinforced and taken away."

Cyrus' heart was beating wildly. He had heard a little about the reputation of the demons.

These crazy guys competed for living space with the goddess's tribe in the Age of Gods. Although they were at a disadvantage, they were still strong enough.

If the three goddesses had not appeared out of nowhere, the tribe of the three goddesses would not have been able to take them down.

He put away his gloating thoughts and asked with concern: "Mr. Roland, you must have had a hard time with such a bad neighbor. I am willing to respect the White Mountain Convention and provide you with help."

"Mr. Cyrus, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't think I need it."

Roland couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and said calmly: "Mr. Cyrus, you have had a hard time with such a bad neighbor. I am willing to respect the White Mountain Convention and provide you with help."

Cyrus was stunned. Roland actually imitated what he just said.

He was a little annoyed. This behavior was indeed impolite, but he couldn't care.

Just when he was unhappy with Roland's parroting, he suddenly thought of a possibility and stood up suddenly.

"Mr. Roland, what do you mean?"

"Yes, the Dark Elves lost in the battle with Rodinia. They were no match for Sophia, so they offered a favor to Sophia to stop. The final agreement was that the Dark Elves withdrew from the Rodinia continent and went to the South Continent to develop."

Cyrus almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

The territory of the Nubian Kingdom spans the Rodinia continent and the South Continent. Although the richest Sky City is in Rodinia, most of the territory is in the South Continent.

If the Dark Elves settle in the South Continent, how should he deal with it?

Cyrus almost fainted with a black vision, but he still managed to stand firm.

With a bitter smile on his lips, he sighed self-deprecatingly: "Mr. Roland, tell me any bad news. I can bear it."

"There is another piece of news, which is not entirely bad news. The Kingdom of Talia is about to become a new magic empire, and their development direction is..."

Roland took a deep breath and said calmly: "Go south." (End of this chapter)