in the name of the queen

Chapter 150 Roland doesn’t understand girls
After the contract was signed, although Hattinson and Christine left with dark faces, Sif, who had taken advantage, also looked a little disappointed.

She looked down at the floor and asked with some disappointment:

"Are you afraid that I will lose?"

If Roland was worried about her safety, it wouldn't be unacceptable.

But she was really sure. If she couldn't even win against Christine, why should she fight with Sophia?

She needed the opportunity to experience, so why did she miss it?
"I believe you will win, I have absolute confidence in you, but can you guarantee not to get hurt?"

Roland said calmly.

Sif was silent.

There is no need to be harsh in front of Roland. She can indeed win, but Christine is a talent cultivated by the Holy Temple of Light, and she will definitely be able to fight.

If Christine refuses to admit defeat after killing Red Eye, the final result is likely to be one death and one injury.

Three more points were lost because Sif avoided the battle.

Just when she was furious, there was a knock on the door.

Christine was silent.

Roland said with a smile: "Sif, you are the queen, not a charging general. We already have a huge advantage, but you go to fight with others. Isn't this giving your opponent a chance to make a comeback?"

"what?"

Looking at Christine's flushed face, Hettingson sighed and said softly:
"That Count Sif is most likely Queen Sif."

Christine didn't like hearing this, "Teacher, do you think I can't win?"

"My child, I'm old and can't take care of you for the rest of my life. Your talents and potential are top-notch, and you can listen to the oracle. Your future is limitless. Don't be impulsive in the future."

"Teacher, you saved me."

Superficial woman!
How can a person's value be measured by two lumps of fat?

The Wende Empire is a country with weak Chinese power and extremely poor geographical location among the major powers. In recent years, it has been targeted by Vladimir, Pruden and Tyrol, and is facing the danger of war at any time.

Why do you have to rush in and fight when you can solve the problem with your brain? Why do you have to have a fair fight when there are more people and fewer people? Is there anything on your mind?

The amount of money to be lost this time is not a small amount.

Roland nodded with satisfaction, that's right.

Although Roland designed an exquisite handover method to cover up, the facts will not change.

Christine broke into a cold sweat after hearing this, and quickly stood up to salute Hettingson.

Thinking of Sif's pitiful gaze passing over her chest more than once, she felt itching with hatred.

The words reached his lips but he swallowed them back.

"My child, what are these losses compared to the glory of the Holy Spring's resurrection? It was really unwise for you to challenge Sif recklessly just now. Fortunately, Roland stopped you."

"I understand. To give the opponent a fair chance to fight, the commander should go to a military court." Sif said with a smile.

Sif had no worries, but Christine did.

Listening to Hettingson's words, which seemed to be about the aftermath, Christine panicked and her voice trembled slightly.

This would affect her reputation and adversely affect her future bid for the papacy.

If there is a war with the Sussex Empire, the Wende Empire will not be far away from being destroyed.

Compared with this loss, the loss of 30,000 believers into the arms of the pagans was a greater blow.

Sussex, which pursues a continental balance of power, is the foreign aid they can most rely on.

She was really angry.

The teacher was right, even if it was a fair fight, if he killed the Queen of Sussex, it would be a big disaster.

"Teacher, who is that Sif? Is she the hidden saint of the Holy Palace of Abundance?"

Christine originally wanted to say that he was just a count. It would not cause sectarian conflicts and wars between countries.

Christine's expression froze instantly.

The great joy brought by welcoming the resurrection of the holy spring was wiped out by Roland's shamelessness.

Back on the ship, she returned to the cabin without saying a word, anger biting her like a poisonous snake.

Killing the Saint of the Holy Temple of Light will make the feud worse.

After a moment, Hettingson's voice sounded again, "Do you know her true identity? If you can't control your strength and kill her, have you thought about the consequences?"

"Christine, are you still angry?" Hettingson's voice came from outside the door.

"That's not true. You have the Holy Pact of Light and the power given by God, so you have a great chance of winning. But that little girl is very competitive. If you fight back desperately, can you guarantee that you won't get hurt?"

This sentence comes from her exclusive teacher Roland.

She opened the door and invited the teacher in, and respectfully asked the teacher to take a seat.

The teacher will not be alarmist. Since killing Sif is said to be a big problem, her identity must not be simple.

"Teacher, I want to be alone for a while."

"Teacher, I have written down everything you said. You are not old yet, and you still want to witness my coronation with your own eyes."

Hettingson looked at Christine with a smile and said softly: "Okay, it's a deal."

"Then it's settled?"

"What, do you want to sign another treaty?"

Hettingson's joke made Christine's expression darken again.

Everything the teacher said was right, she should and must listen.

But I’m really angry.

After reaching an agreement, the fleets of both parties went their separate ways, as if nothing had happened.

Looking at Bishop Hettingson's leaving figure, Bridges raised the corners of his mouth slightly and ordered the fleet to continue moving forward at full speed.

It's obvious that the Governor has taken advantage of this.

If it was Mr. Bishop who took advantage, he wouldn't be able to do so with a dark face.

Especially the young girl next to her, whose eyes were filled with murderous flames and couldn't hide it.

She's a pretty girl, but she can't hold her breath.

Not as good as Her Majesty the Queen.

Inferior in every aspect.

Bridges silently gave Christine a score, and then returned to the command room to observe the water surface conditions.

Christine's fleet did not have a transport ship and moved very fast. They were in a hurry and finally arrived at the city-state of Vaal at night.

Roland was not in a hurry and let the fleet sail safely.

You have to wait for the resuscitation ceremony to be completed before you can leave. It doesn't matter if it's one day earlier or one day later.

He still had time to receive the carrier pigeons from Hansa, and urged Athos and others to prepare reinforcements.

The revival of the holy spring is a major event and will definitely attract the attention of the world.

Thirty-five hundred people versus seven hundred people, the advantage is mine.

The advantage in military strength allowed him to manipulate Christine at will.

But these people are not enough. If someone brings an army of 20,000 to participate in the ceremony, he will be the one who will be taken advantage of.

He doesn't want to be second to Christine.

He even deliberately slowed down the pace to give the armies of the three provinces time to assemble.

Standing on the top deck, Roland couldn't help but complain silently.

Is he a natural troublemaker? He goes out to pick up so many things from people.

The resurrection of the holy spring is certainly a great event for the Holy Palace of Light, but it also reminds him that the Sixth Return Day is approaching at an accelerating pace.

He couldn't take it lightly.

In the afternoon of the next day, Roland's fleet entered the waters of the city-state of Vaal.

Just as he was thinking about whether the city-state of Dorval would pretend to be dead, a fast patrol boat came speeding towards him.

This human-rowed speedboat is not affected by wind, is extremely fast, and is suitable for inland river patrols.

But in front of the naval gun, it is as fragile as a piece of paper.

A well-dressed young officer stood on the bow of the patrol boat. He gestured to Roland's fleet to stop for inspection.

Bridges frowned slightly and looked back to the upper deck. Roland moved forward with one hand, signaling him to continue moving forward.

The huge fleet of hundreds of transport ships cannot stop at any time.

A sudden stop may cause a collision.

Not only that, it also takes a lot of effort to set sail again.

More importantly, as long as it stops, the whole world will know that the imperial fleet has been intercepted by the city-state of Vaal.

Bridges motioned to the flag bearer to answer in flag language.

"This is the fleet directly under the control of Governor Roland of the Sussex Empire. If you really need to inspect it, please slow down and pull over and come up yourself."

This was very rude, even quite rude.

But considering the comparison of strength between the two countries, it is not too much.

According to Bridges' wishes, Governor Roland was still polite.

If it were up to him to make the decision, the answer would be one word, "Get out!"

When the young officer saw how cruel the Sussex Empire was, his body trembled slightly and his face turned red.

Is this a world of the weak and the strong?
He was a little unwilling.

He grabbed the flagman's flag and waved it vigorously towards the Mary Rose.

"Dear Governor Roland of the Sussex Empire, although the Val City State is a small country, it is also a sovereign country recognized by major countries. Please abide by diplomatic etiquette and submit your customs application before approval."

"We will not and do not dare to block the imperial fleet. We just ask your country to abide by international conventions."

The Mary Rose's answer was quick.

"Sorry, we are very busy. The relevant procedures will be completed later."

"Is this the diplomatic etiquette of the Sussex Empire, which prides itself on being civilized?" the young officer asked, waving his arms tremblingly.

Just as Bridges was about to answer, he heard Sif's voice.

"Tell him, if he doesn't accept the replacement procedure, I will issue a declaration of war now!"

Bridges was stunned for a few seconds and excitedly saluted Sif with the most standard military salute.

Domineering, right? Arrogant, right? Yes, this is the style of our Sussex Empire.

If you don't accept it, do it.

Ever since the Fourth Fleet accompanied the late emperor on his submarine cruise, the Imperial Navy, especially the Fourth Fleet, has been questioned.

No one dares to show prestige over the Imperial Navy, right?
If you show weakness today, more people will dare to provoke you tomorrow.

Bridges rushed up to the lookout, grabbed the flag, and waved it vigorously, as if roaring in reply.

His movement was so violent that after waving the last flag, it hit the mast and broke with a "click".

Seeing Sif standing majestically on the top deck, like a heroic figure descending from the Valkyrie, Roland had a vague illusion that Sif seemed to be transforming at this moment.

He did not interrupt Sif, allowing her to remain in her epiphany state.

Whoever stays with her, please stay a little longer.

However, Roland's prayers were not answered.

A few minutes later, Sif looked back blankly, looking at Roland with evasive eyes.

"I, was I too arrogant just now?"

Arrogant?
A little, but not enough.

The world's resources are limited, and if you don't fight for them, people will fight for them.

When the return day comes, ordinary people can still pray and follow the right brother. There is no way out for him and Sif.

Seriously, this is a fight to the death, not a dinner party.

He solemnly nodded to Sif, smiled and said, "Of course not, that's good."

Sif breathed a sigh of relief, and when Roland wasn't paying attention, she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

She was indeed holding her breath just now and was a little impulsive.

Since Roland said it's okay, that's how it will be done from now on.

The patrol boat of the Val City State was left alone, and the young officer stared blankly at the huge hull of Mary Rose passing in front of him, and he was completely confused.

Roland, who was standing on the top deck, glanced at the young officer, feeling completely calm.

Idiot, he doesn't even know he's being used as a weapon.

With the strength of Vaal City-State, it only survives because the surrounding big countries need a buffer zone.

In this era where the law of the jungle is followed, a tiger may not eat you when it drinks water, but it may not necessarily happen if you take the initiative to flirt with it.

The tiger won't eat you, but it can kill anyone who gets in your way.

As long as the people in power in the Vaal City State don't have too serious problems in their minds, they will accept the emergency approval of the Sussex Empire and then re-apply the procedures.

Thinking of Christine and others who arrived in Vaal City State in advance, Roland could guess who sent this young officer to test.

His evaluation of Christine dropped a few points.

Far inferior to Sif.

Although Sif is a bit cowardly, she will not put her face in front of someone to beat her.

The imperial fleet anchored at the port on Lake Vaal, and Bridges' adjutant took the documents signed by Sif to the port authority to complete the relevant procedures.

The formalities are still being completed, and people from the Port Authority have already set up a formation at the pier to welcome him.

In order not to affect shipping, no gun salute was fired, but the reception standard was not low.

Seeing the flattering smiles of the mayor and port director, Roland nodded with satisfaction.

This attitude is the correct way to survive in the cracks of big powers.

Make a living, give distinguished guests a smile, not be shabby.

The director of the port authority welcomed the group ashore with a smile, and settled Roland and Sif in the top-floor suite of the guest house.

Before leaving, he did not forget to say a few words, "Your Majesty Governor, there have been too many distinguished guests recently, so I cannot arrange a separate floor for you. Please forgive me. Next to you is the representative of the Jin Yuan Kingdom, and downstairs are the representatives of the Weimar Federation. They are all A friendly country to your country.”

After saying this, without waiting for Roland to ask, he quickly ran away.

Friendly country?

That's right. After all, they haven't declared war yet, so they are friendly countries.

After closing the door and looking at Xif's melancholy expression, Roland thought that she was still a single girl and it was really inconvenient to live with him, so he smiled and said:

"I'll stay on the boat tonight, and I'll leave this place to you."

"What do you mean? Let me live alone among enemies?" Sif's eyes widened.

"This"

"You live in the outer room, and I live in the inner room. Let me use the bathroom first." Sif made the arrangement in a tone that left no room for doubt.

Looking at Sif's eyes as clear as the blue sky, Roland raised his hands in surrender.

Since she didn't care what others said, there was no need for him to be pretentious.

Safety first.

If Sif was murdered in a daze, he should commit suicide to apologize.

"I saw that you looked melancholy just now, and I thought you were worried about damaging your reputation."

"Damaged reputation?"

Sif smiled and said: "Can a broken thing break a second time? The whole world thinks there is no use in avoiding suspicion now."

"I won't worry about such a trivial matter. Look there."

Her finger pointed to the wooden wardrobe in the back room.

"The material of that wardrobe is neither rosewood nor pine, but the most common oak. It smells really bad."

She looked serious, as if this was the most serious problem in the world.

Roland was stunned and speechless for a long time.

That's sloppy, he really doesn't understand girls.

Especially a noble girl like Sif.

(End of this chapter)