in the name of the queen

Chapter 151 Are you going to be a fool who takes advantage of the fire?
Candlelight filled the room, and the faint halo reflected Sif's frown, adding a bit of sadness.

At this moment, Roland had a clear understanding of the saying that "it takes three generations to produce a noble."

Sif is not filming an idol drama, nor is she just pretending.

She simply thinks oak furniture smells bad.

Even though the furniture had been there for an unknown amount of time, Roland couldn't smell the smell at all.

Sif has lived the most exquisite life since she was born, and she will take it for granted.

Roland's understanding of the nobility came from books, teacher Mary's teachings and observations of Sif.

At his core, he is still an ordinary person.

Ordinary people who wield wealth and power.

Sif said nothing and walked into the bathroom calmly.

After all, it is a guest hotel that entertains top VIPs. Although there is no hot water 24 hours a day, bathing at night is still guaranteed.

Roland was right, this is a shop that eats people, so it's better to stay away from it.

The city-state of Vaal is not a big one, but it is a shipping hub with a developed catering and entertainment industry. Guests traveling from north to south always like to stay here for a while, reveling in the night and washing away their fatigue.

After standing in front of the corridor window for a while, footsteps came from behind.

"Don't look, that's not a good place." Roland used his body to block Sif's curious gaze and quickened his pace.

Roland, the name of Caesar Stout and Beck's Beer, has also heard of them.

Beautiful girls often take a long bath. Roland felt inexplicably restless when he heard the sound of water splashing, so he simply walked to the corridor to get some air.

Back in the room, Roland was a little surprised to see Sif wearing strong cotton armor.

Is a waiter.

The note contained no other content, only the location.

It's really inconvenient to go out.

Sif, who was by his side all day long, knew him very well.

"So far, those in favor of remaining a Free City-state are in the ascendant. Incorporation may be good for ordinary people, but not for these politicians."

When passing by a street, she saw a coquettish girl waving at the door. Sif asked curiously:
"What kind of shop is that? That woman's dress is a little too gaudy."

Although she didn't know where it was, she didn't like the girl standing at the door.

Seeing the poor conditions in the bathroom that were not even comparable to those of a palace, Sif sighed silently.

She didn't speak, but handed over a note as she passed Roland.

"No, there are still us." Sif's eyes flashed with dazzling light.

It is a beer hall not far from the Guest House.

Fortunately, there is a hot water supply, which can iron out the unpleasant smell of oak.

It's good to be able to reach an agreement on things like negotiation, but it's normal to start a fight at any time if the negotiation breaks down.

"Well, you're right that there are a lot of people in the pub who don't want to have a good drink."

The Waal city-state does not produce beer locally, but the neighboring Weimar Confederation is a famous beer producing area.

Looking at Sif who was as silent as a good baby, Roland introduced her with a smile:
"The culture of the Waal City-State is similar to that of the Weimar Federation, the Kingdom of Pruden, and the Kingdom of Tyrol. There are also two different voices within them. One is to establish a unified empire of their own nation, and the other is to maintain the existing freedom. city-state status.”

After arming themselves, they headed towards the Black Forest Beer Hall.

This look reminded her of a demonic creature recorded in an ancient book - a succubus.

Sif wore cotton armor on the inside and ordinary casual clothes on the outside. She put on a hat and a mask. She laid out all the pistols, daggers and other weapons that Roland bought for her from the Magic Association. She also hid a few throwing knives like Roland did.

Roland was speechless. Is he so like a disaster star?
It's true if you think about it carefully.

The look in his eyes was like a greedy one who wanted to strip the customer naked and eat him.

"Roland, I have a feeling that something will happen." Sif spoke concisely and concisely.

There have been no records of human beings encountering sea monsters for hundreds of years, and he would encounter them on the first day he went to sea.

Roland was even more fully armed, filling his Moonlight Silver Armor with weapons.

"They are now calling the shots. After the merger, they will be local officials at most. Their vested interests cannot be preserved, so they are naturally unwilling to merge. There are many small countries that have the same idea as them."

He smiled and shook his head, "No need to be so exaggerated, I just went to the tavern to meet a customer."

"Where are you going?"

After a brief pause, he slowly said: "If you include the independent knight fiefs, the original Odin Empire has now been completely split into thousands of fragments. Those who are qualified to unify Odin are the Kingdom of Pruden, the Weimar Federation and the Titus The Kingdom of Rohr.”

Sif didn't ask any questions and just followed the footsteps silently.

Sif's bath is almost done. Let's go out and have a drink.

Roland took out the match and burned the note.

In this day and age, it’s considered enjoyable.

"You've been out for a long time and haven't come back. I feel like it's time to prepare for battle." Sif's tone was calm.

This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised.

Sif explained gently: "The Hanseatic Province originally belonged to the Hanseatic Duke under the Odin Empire. After the destruction of the empire, the Hanseatic Duke declared independence and established the Hanseatic Grand Duchy. Later, the Grand Duchy continued to expand and was upgraded to a kingdom. Then through a series of complex processes Through marriage and inheritance, they become part of our country.”

"The Hanseatic Kingdom only disappeared temporarily, not completely destroyed. The legal inheritance of the Hanseatic Kingdom belongs to our York family."

Sif smiled and said: "Although Grand Duke Hansa was not an elector, he briefly served as acting emperor for half a year due to the civil strife in the Odin Empire. Therefore, Hansa also has the legal right to inherit the Odin Empire."

Roland's eyes lit up.

This is probably the real reason why the royal family has to keep the three overseas provinces despite the huge financial pressure.

"I'm afraid the other two provinces are not that simple." Roland asked with a smile.

"You are right. The other two provinces correspond to the legal principles of the Kingdom of Selin and Brook respectively. As long as we have enough power, the entire central Rodinia continent can belong to us."

Sif's eyes were as bright as stars in the night, but they soon dimmed.

"Unfortunately, in recent years, our country has had three mediocre emperors in a row, causing the great idea of ​​the year to miss the historical window."

Sif said softly: "These are what Teacher Wald told me before leaving. He hopes that I can correctly understand the importance of the three overseas provinces."

Roland was thoughtful.

Rodinia is a chaotic place, and only the strong are qualified to survive.

Herbivores that do not want to expand will be knocked down and eaten by carnivores even if they are huge.

They soon arrived outside the beer hall. Roland stopped and asked with a smile:

"Guess who will be inside?"

Sif stopped and was about to give an answer casually. She suddenly remembered that this was also a test, so she immediately erased the hasty answer and began to meditate.

After a minute, her eyes lit up.

"It should be the Kingdom of Tyrol or the Weimar Federation. I guess the Weimar Federation is more likely."

"Reason?" "Because of Jin Yuan Kingdom."

Xif cleared her throat and said: "This group of refugees has caused a headache for the Kingdom of Jin Yuan. They claim to be a country of freedom and rule of law. Naturally, they cannot take action against these people who have questionable positions but have no clear evidence of illegality. They can only let them leave." territory."

"After all, it is a free country. You can come and go freely without any control."

Listening to Sif skillfully mocking Jin Yuan, Roland didn't feel surprised.

The two countries have fought countless wars in history, and their hatred is extremely deep.

Although they are now in a non-war friendly state, it is difficult to expect them to say good things about each other.

After Xif mocked Jin Yuan fiercely, she added with a smile: "The country Jin Yuan doesn't want these people to go to is our country. This time we came from the river in a big way. The Jin Yuan people are not blind, of course they know about us. What are you here for?"

"No matter how they are resettled, they cannot fall into our hands. But they cannot openly turn against us, so agents are needed to pick up these refugees. The agents dare not conflict with us head-on, so they have no choice but to negotiate, so the answer is Wei Mar Federation."

"Very well, it's time to reveal the answer. Let's go."

Roland did not evaluate the papers on the spot. After all, this was just a guess. If there was a new special envoy from the Jin Yuan Kingdom sitting there, would he want to report the other party for not following the routine?

As long as Sif's inference logic is closed, whether it is correct or not is not that important.

In the states that split off from the original Odin Empire, beer halls are as common as the cafes in Sussex and Golden Kite, and are places for people to socialize and entertain.

By spending a few coins here, you can have a drink and chat with Hu Tianhai, a friend with similar interests.

After eating and drinking, if you still have extra money, go to the red light district in front to let off some steam.

This is the daily routine of many businessmen, sailors and adventurers.

Of course, the distinguished guest who asked Roland to meet would not wait for him in the noisy hall, but booked a box on the top floor.

Through the box, you can look down at the hustle and bustle of the hall, but those below cannot see the tranquility above.

At a height of more than ten meters, there are two worlds.

In the best box, Roland met the mysterious inviter.

He is a middle-aged man with a beer barrel figure.

With his red rosacea and unruly beard, he completely fits the stereotype of an Odin man.

The middle-aged man took off his hat and introduced himself to Roland with a smile.

"Frank Müller, special envoy to the Weimar Confederation."

Roland quickly searched in his mind and locked onto Frank's information.

A senior diplomat of the Weimar Federation, although he does not have a particularly outstanding resume, he has rich work experience and is a somewhat talented diplomat.

Roland looked back at Sif, who couldn't hide her proud look, and his mood improved.

He sat down opposite Frank and said calmly: "Knights of the White Rose, Roland."

"Why didn't you mention the identity of the Governor of Northern Rodinia?"

"I came to the city-state of Vaal as a knight to pick up the poor refugees as entrusted by my friends. This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Frank's homeland. There should be no conflict between us."

Roland blocked what Frank wanted to say and put his big hat firmly on.

The words were polite, but the underlying meaning behind the words was anything but polite.

To sum up briefly, this matter has nothing to do with the Weimar Federation, so don’t find fault.

Frank was stunned for several seconds before he recovered, so he had to eat to cover up his embarrassment. He picked up the knife and fork and silently cut the elbows on the plate, eating to lighten the atmosphere.

He smiled and introduced to Roland: "The crispy elbows in this store are very good. The skin is crispy, the meat is rotten but not loose, and it is fat but not greasy. Do you want to try it?"

He did not ask who the female companion behind Roland was.

Since he was wearing a mask, he naturally didn't want to reveal his identity, so he didn't ask.

He just didn't expect Roland to predict his intentions so accurately and blocked all his words.

Since there are delicious crispy elbows, Roland will naturally not be polite.

The big elbow was a bit boring to eat alone, so he skillfully cut a small half and gave it to Sif to share the delicious food.

Frank is not bragging. The elbows in this store are indeed very authentic, and paired with pickled cucumbers to relieve greasiness, it is indeed a top-notch delicacy.

Anyway, I’ll probably do some exercise later, so it doesn’t hurt to eat more.

At Roland's urging, Sif also took a few bites.

She usually rarely eats during dinner, and a few small bites are the greatest affirmation of crispy elbows.

Satisfied with the elbow on the plate, Roland raised his glass and greeted Frank.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Frank. I will definitely return the invitation when I go to Hansa another day."

"Then first thank you, Lord Governor, for your kindness."

Frank and Roland had a drink. The usually refreshing dark beer was inexplicably bitter today.

Although he knew that there was little hope, he still asked tentatively: "Your Excellency Governor, these 30,000 refugees have traveled a long distance, which is very hard, and they may be infected with diseases that may lead to serious consequences. The Weimar Federation is a neighboring country of the Waal City State. If these 30,000 refugees are transported Wouldn’t it be more convenient for refugees to be resettled in our country?”

"Mr. Frank, this is a request from a friend. I'm sorry to accept it."

"Do you think my price is not enough? In fact, I haven't finished yet."

Roland cut him off mid-sentence.

"Sorry, this matter cannot be traded."

Although it is not polite to interrupt someone else, it is obviously more hurtful to wait for the conditions to be stated before refusing.

Might as well be rude.

Frank's expression was a bit ugly. His big, fat hands clenched and unclenched, and then a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just when he was about to say something else, Roland said softly: "Mr. Frank, let me tell you a story about my hometown."

Without waiting for the other party to express his position, he cleared his throat and started talking, "A cat and a monkey saw a few chestnuts in the fire. The monkey smelled the fragrance and wanted to eat them, so he persuaded the cat to dig the chestnuts."

"The cat was not interested in the chestnuts, but it couldn't bear the monkey's persuasion and stretched out its paws. As a result, the cat's paws were burned to the skin and ripped open, but the cunning monkey happily took away the chestnuts."

"Mr. Frank, you don't want to be this cat either."

Frank's expression was a little complicated.

Roland raised his glass again and said with a smile: "The elbow and the dark beer are both good, I like them very much. Mr. Frank, it's getting late. See you again when you have the chance."

Frank knew that the negotiation had failed, so he stood up with Roland helplessly and sent Roland to the door.

Looking at Roland's leaving figure, he sighed, picked up the beer on the table and continued "ton ton ton".

Maybe Roland is right. Monkeys like to eat chestnuts, so go get them yourself.

The Weimar Confederation had neither the ability nor the need to provoke the Sussexes.

Struggling to survive in the cracks between several big countries, naturally it cannot offend too many people.

He sent out a secret signal and asked his younger brother to report the news, and then continued fighting with beer.

(End of this chapter)