in the name of the queen

Chapter 179 This story is too retarded
"Teacher, is it really okay for Roland to directly announce the magic crystal veins in Baishan Mountain?"

"Sura, sit down."

The kind old magician looked at the indignant disciple with a smile, and asked softly: "Did you secretly open the Eye of Gross?"

"I'm sorry, teacher, I" The young magician who was called by the old magician lowered his head and did not dare to answer the question at all.

"Then did you destroy the eye after using it?" the old magician asked kindly.

"No, no. Teacher, I am very sure that no one has noticed. This is a new eye that I secretly put down in Val City a few days ago. The price of an Eye of Gross."

"Confused!" The old magician's calm face suddenly turned red, and he slammed the cup in his hand on the table. The light red Solano juice splashed out and spilled all over the table.

The young magician Sulla was startled by Teacher Anthony's rage.

He had rarely seen a teacher so angry, and he quickly apologized to the teacher.

"Teacher, I'm going to destroy the Eye of Gross right now."

This truth is not difficult to understand. As long as there is no obsession in the heart, Sula will definitely understand it, but he knows that Sula still has obsession in the heart.

However, Sulla's character is more than enough for small things, but he doesn't dare to work hard for big things.

But there are magic crystal veins in Roland's territory.

If you lose the war, you are basically not qualified to survive until the next round of return. It doesn't matter where the magic crystal veins go.

He was asked to be responsible for external reception in the magic store in order to have more opportunities to communicate with the outside world. However, this job also made him develop the habit of doing small accounting and pursuing cost-effectiveness.

If the Vladimir Empire wins, of course it will also lose everything.

The teacher is right, the biggest enemy of the Magic Empire's recovery is not the sparse population and lack of resources.

"You still can't let it go, Sula?"

If Sulla could succeed, he wouldn't look for someone from outside.

Sulla was his disciple who he brought up since childhood, and of course he was closer to Sulla emotionally.

After the Eye of Gross is activated, it will emit magical ripples. Although it is very weak and the radiation range is small, what if it happens?
No matter how small the chance is, as long as it is repeated enough times, it is likely to happen.

If there were no other magic crystal veins in Roland's territory, doing so would be a bit of a motive.

As long as the strength is strong enough in the future, this mine will belong to oneself sooner or later.

But time is running out.

It's a pity that it can't be replaced.

Sulla remained silent.

Roland disclosed the magic crystal veins to the public, and the final outcome will most likely be sealed.

Coupled with the energy-saving and production-increasing technology that the Magic Association has researched over the years, as long as the role of these mineral veins is maximized, the glory of the Magic Empire can be restored soon.

To be fair, he had thought about this approach, but he might not have been able to make up his mind so quickly.

These three magic crystal veins are all super rich ores, and their total resources are no less than those of the Thalia Great Mine and the Western Mine.

Seeing Sura's submissive look, Anthony sighed secretly.

Sulla is not stupid at all, he just can't let go of his obsession to restore the glory of the Magic Empire.

You can only use the ones within your own territory, and freeze the disputed areas first, and then take them when you have enough strength, which is equivalent to still being your own.

There is nothing wrong with pursuing cost-effectiveness, but not everything can pursue cost-effectiveness.

Sura is a kid who is good at everything and has outstanding talents, but his structure is too small.

After some troubles, the old magician Anthony finally completely destroyed the Eye of Gross used by his disciples for observation.

As for what will happen if you lose, it doesn't really matter.

As the return accelerates, more and more powerful races that once disappeared will return, leaving little time for the Magic Association.

Sulla would definitely not be able to make this kind of big gamble of winning everything or losing everything.

But no more.

What if you can profit from it?
What if we could share the spoils with the Vladimir Empire?
Roland's idea is simple. The city-state of Vaal is closer to the Sussex Empire. As long as the Sussex Empire defeats Vladimir in the future, it will have the opportunity to monopolize this place.

If Sulla and Roland were switched, he might take a gamble.

When the time comes, the White Mountains will be Sussex’s territory, and they can be mined as they please.

Even if someone discovered it, all they would see was a burned nut seed and they wouldn't think much about it.

Seeing that Sura finally couldn't help but say what was in his heart, Anthony sighed and said helplessly:
"There's not enough time, Sula."

"Teacher, if there were no magic crystal veins, I could give up. But now that the magic crystal veins have reappeared, this is obviously an opportunity for the Magic Empire to revive!"

If they want to get ashore safely on the final day of return, the Magic Association's only option is to gamble.

Anthony was not angry because of Roland's disclosure of the magic crystal veins, and even appreciated it.

"No need, give me the location information and I'll come!" The old magician was obviously very angry.

If the Magic Association is given hundreds or thousands of years, and these three rich mines are added, it is indeed possible to regain its former glory.

If it is divided with the Vladimir Empire now, it can only be divided into half.

You can't even bet on one door alone.

Anthony placed his future on Roland and Sussex, while Julius, the head of the Far Eastern Association, placed his future on the Vladimir Empire and Sophia.

No matter which side wins, the Magic Association has a glimmer of hope.

But there are differences between lives. Anthony does not want to go to the Far East Association to beg for food.

Even if he is begging for food, it is the old man Julius who should come to him to beg for food.

While Sula was still digesting the teacher's words, Anthony had already stood up.

"Sura, you stay here to look after the house during this period. I want to go out."

"Where are you going, teacher?" Anthony raised his head alertly and looked at the teacher's body that suddenly stopped.

"Of course, go up there and have a look."

"Teacher, didn't you say that someone doesn't welcome you up?" Sula was a little panicked.

"I'm just old, not weak." Anthony twirled his long beard and said with a smile: "Sura, do you think the teacher is not their opponent?"

"But."

"But I'm only one person, right?"

Anthony laughed and said: "The return day is getting closer and closer. They are afraid of getting hurt, but I am not afraid."

Sura's expression suddenly changed, and her voice was trembling.

"Teacher, let the disciples do it for you."

"I want to meet my old friends I met on the battlefield. Can you do it for me? Just look after the house."

Antony left without giving Sulla a chance to argue.

Sura looked at the teacher's back, her lips trembling, unable to say a word.

The teacher's words were very tactful and saved him face.

In fact, he was too incompetent and couldn't handle the complicated situation outside. The teacher had to drag his old body to take action himself.

What the teacher said about not being afraid of getting hurt sounds simple, but is actually very difficult.

Powerful magicians can replace body parts with magical items.

As long as the head is not blown off, even if the heart is damaged, it can be replaced.

However, there was an unwritten rule during the Magic Empire.

Once the magic item becomes more than 50%, it is no longer considered a member of the human race.

Sulla felt a surge of hatred in her heart.

He hated himself for being incompetent, unable to help the teacher, unable to take charge of the association.

He hated the ruthless passage of time even more. He had a blueprint for reviving the Magic Empire in his heart, but he was unable to execute it.

He would rather fail in mapping the future than give up like this.

But there was nothing he could do.

He also understands the teacher's decision.

Apart from being a little aggrieved, it is indeed the best choice.

Just when the whole world was in turmoil, Roland returned to the loyal Governor's Mansion.

Looking at the busy officials at all levels, Roland had a smile on his lips.

Leave professional matters to professionals.

He is only responsible for overall strategic planning and never interferes with the work of his subordinates, giving them a stage to fully display their subjective initiative.

Under the spur of the performance appraisal system, people who usually fish are also jealous.

Dai Long obtained the title of royal knight for free and obtained the fiefs of two villages, which made them envious.

Of course they were interested in more than just two villages.

Now that Dairon can get the royal knighthood, they can get the baron and more.

The income of the two villages was not much, and it was not even comparable to the fraction of the business they negotiated at a certain wine shop, but it was legal and could be inherited by future generations.

Some money comes and goes quickly, like a dream that is gone when you wake up.

Some money comes slowly but will not be lost, just like a house, the room is still there when you wake up.

Only with constant wealth can you have perseverance.

The Queen and the Governor want to give them permanent property and give their descendants the wealth and honor to live as long as the empire. Who can refuse this.

In the past, in the three overseas provinces, government officials could not necessarily be found during off-duty hours. After get off work, they could only be found in various luxurious entertainment venues.

In the current governor-general's jurisdiction, administrative efficiency is very high during working hours, and there are many people who take the initiative to work overtime after get off work.

Roland brought the epoch-making involution culture to the Viceroyalty.

Of course, the efforts of these people will not be in vain.

Someone is watching them.

With more than 30,000 people recruited by Alina, an intelligence network was quickly established. Raikkonen, the scout knight, now has the main task of supervising officials.

He and Ms. Elaine each have their own division of labor and complement each other, which greatly improves Roland's intelligence capabilities.

Roland stood at the door of the governor's office and happened to see Sif immersed in reviewing documents.

Perhaps sensing someone at the door, Sif did not raise her head and just said softly:
"Come in, the door is open."

When no one responded, Sif raised her head in surprise, only to see Roland standing at the door.

She happily stood up and came over.

"You've been away for several days. Are you okay out there? Have you encountered any trouble?"

"Why trouble instead of danger?" Roland asked with a smile.

"If anyone becomes your enemy, I will only mourn for him." Sif's eyes wandered around, as if looking for something.

After confirming that Roland didn't bring any gifts, she felt a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she asked Roland to sit down and started sharing work.

"Roland, during your absence, Stanley came once and he brought new news."

"New news?" Roland was a little curious. He picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea carefully, waiting for Sif to share it.

"Someone can do it faster than us."

Sif said with some annoyance: "Sofia took action first. This woman summoned businessmen to a palace dinner, and then called the names at the banquet. Those whose names were called were taken away and hanged. Several of the prey marked by us were also among her. Killed at the Feast of Death.”

"Damn it, that was the prey we targeted first!"

Roland almost spit out a mouthful of old tea.

Do you have to rob something like this?
"How much has she hunted?" Roland asked curiously.

"There are no specific statistics. According to Stanley's estimate, Queen Sophia has withdrawn a total of more than five million pounds in cash, and her assets have been converted into thousands of pounds."

"So many?" Roland was a little surprised.

"Not much." Sif sighed lightly: "The business environment in the Vladimir Empire has never been good. Those who dare to do business there are people who are not ranked in the business world."

"None of the largest families and chaebols will go there."

Sif murmured in distress: "I heard from Stanley that other major countries are also brewing civil hatred, blaming the suffering of the people on these businessmen, and are ready to harvest."

"Damn it, we don't have time at all. By the time we do it, there will only be soup left."

Roland shook his head slowly and said with a smile: "I can't see it. If we do it correctly, we can get the biggest piece of meat by taking the last step."

Sif's eyes lit up and she said with a smile: "It's great to have you back. I've been staying up late every day and couldn't sleep well these days. I'm worried and there's nothing I can do. You're the best."

Roland said with a smile: "It's not that you didn't think of it, it's just that you didn't open your mind. You are most worried about these fat sheep being cut off by other families now, and we won't be able to drink the soup, right?"

"Yes, these fat sheep are scattered in various countries. We can't kidnap them in other countries."

"We can't go, so we can let them come over on their own initiative."

"Is this okay?" Sif's eyes flashed with curiosity.

As expected of Roland, he can always think of ways that no one else can think of.

"It's quite simple. Let's first find a way to notify these fat sheep and let them run away. We should exaggerate the cruelty in the Vladimir Empire to make them afraid and take the initiative to come to countries with a good business environment, such as our country. "

Sif nodded frequently.

To kill the fat sheep, you must first ensure that these fat sheep are not killed by other countries.

"But how to prove that our business environment is the best? I'm afraid the effect will be bad if we directly promote it." Sif was a little troubled.

"It's not just bad, it's even counterproductive." Roland liked to see Sif thinking proactively. For people in the growth stage, the thinking process is often more important than the result.

"Let me think about it, let's find some literati to write articles and praise them?" Sif lowered her head in embarrassment as soon as she spoke, not daring to look at Roland.

"boom!"

Roland patted the table and gave a thumbs up in appreciation.

"Yes, that's it. We can use media channels to imply that this is an investment paradise, and then find someone to write some soft articles to make them feel like they belong."

"What is a soft article?" Sif's curiosity danced in her eyes, and it was a novel term that she had never heard of before.

"To put it simply, it's just making up stories."

Roland thought for a while and said softly: "What do Samaritans most want others to praise them for? Of course it's not business. They already know this, so there's no need to praise them. You have to praise something they don't have but really want others to recognize." .”

"Martial spirit?" Sif said casually.

Roland sighed and reminded softly: "This is a bit too much. Sif, please remember that compliments must be moderate. For example, if you praise others for being more beautiful than you, that is not a compliment, but a yin and yang."

"I probably understand." Sif nodded frequently.

“Samaritans have little cleverness but no great wisdom, so they like to be praised for their wisdom.”

Roland pretended to think, but in fact he was sorting out the essays written by Yi Lin and the readers.

"Let me think about it, let's tell a story about a book covered with honey."

"It is said that in order to make children fall in love with reading, the Samaritans would smear honey on the covers of books so that the children would associate reading with sweetness, thereby stimulating their enthusiasm for reading. Let them develop the habit of reading as early as possible.”

Sif was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Roland, please be serious. No one will believe such a retarded story."

Roland looked at Sif with a little more surprise.

"Why do you say that?"

"Books are precious, but the ink and lead used to print them are poisonous. If you put honey on a book and let a child lick it, is the child your biological child?"

Roland laughed and clapped vigorously.

As expected of you, Sif, what you said is so good.

Sif snorted and continued to hit hard, "Secondly, even if children are really attracted, they are only attracted by honey. As long as their intelligence is not too flawed, they can find a book and lick it afterwards to know that the book is not sweet. The sweetest thing is honey. Educating children in this way can only teach children who like to eat sweets."

Roland couldn't bear it any longer, and he almost burst into tears while lying on the table laughing.

Sif was a little angry. She glared at Roland angrily and said unconvinced:
"What did I say wrong? I have read books and I also like honey, but I will never be happy about smearing honey on books, and I will angrily denounce such acts of destroying books."

Roland finally stopped laughing and gave Sif a thumbs up again.

"You are right, your wisdom transcends the times."

"Are you laughing at me?" Sif was really angry this time.

"Absolutely not. But the story had to be written that way."

Roland explained calmly: "Not everyone is as beautiful as you and is also blessed by wisdom."

Sif's cheeks turned red instantly, and her anger disappeared.

Although Roland didn't even bring a small gift, he was quite good at talking.

Forget it, he must be too busy to forget, so I won't bother with him.

Seeing Sif's shy look, Roland thought to himself, this is the art of compliments.

She only praised Sif's beauty, and her joy was only three points.

If you just praise Sif for being smart, she will doubt how sincere it is.

Putting the two advantages together, you can't just accept half of it, and give away the second half of the sentence.

Roland sighed softly and said quietly: "People are always easy to be deceived. Even more people believe this outrageous story. This is a relatively reliable one among these stories."

With his persistence, this small soft article was quickly written and prepared for publication in the overseas edition of The Sun.

Unlike the domestic version, the overseas version of The Sun is relatively serious.

The current affairs news here actually publishes current affairs in a serious manner.

After adding the prerequisite task [Fishing Operation] to [Hunting Operation], Sif talked about other things.

In summary, all plans are proceeding in an orderly manner.

There is only one problem, lack of money.

The hunting plan will take some time, but now there is so much funding gap, where will it come from?
Sif said helplessly: "Sell everything that is suitable for sale. I am the queen after all, so I still need necessary ostentation and luxury goods."

"I know. Don't worry about money. I'll figure it out."

Roland's words always put Sif at ease. Since Roland promised, she had no reason to doubt.

After Sif's story was finished, it was Roland's turn to tell a story.

Before Roland started speaking, Sif said calmly: "Remember, you don't have to tell me, but you are not allowed to lie to me."

Roland raised his hands to show that it was okay.

Fortunately, he did not encounter any danger on this trip, which is not a lie.

When talking about exploring the White Mountains with Lisa, Sif clenched her little hands nervously.

Although Roland appeared here very safely, she was still a little scared.

"You shouldn't go deep into the White Mountains. It's too dangerous. Those giant bears and wild beasts may not threaten you, but strong men from other countries will not be polite."

"You're right, so I just touched the outside and didn't go deep."

Roland said calmly: "Although Lisa felt that something inside Baishan was calling her, I still took her out."

Sif was stunned for a few seconds, and a smile quickly spread in her dimples.

Even if his sister Lisa wanted to go, he didn't want to risk it.

It was great, she loved this story.

Next, Roland talked about the long street conflict with Camille, but did not mention his own handling. He just smiled and asked:

"Tell me, we can't monopolize the magic crystal veins in Baishan Mountain. What should be the best way to deal with them?"

"I would rather seal it up!"

Sif said decisively:
"Sooner or later we will fall out with the Vladimir Empire. Var City is near us and far away from them. As long as we squeeze out their power, this mine will be ours!"

"Not only that, we can also use Vaal City as a battlefield and wait for work to meet the enemy!"

Roland looked at Sif in surprise, with an incredible look in his eyes.

He really believed that Sif could win.

He couldn't hold her up alone, Sif had to stand up on her own and learn to walk.

Now she can not only walk, but also trot.

Seeing that Roland didn't speak for a long time, Sif thought she was wrong, but she still explained unconvinced:
"This is what you taught us. Don't fight on the enemy's preset battlefield. Let him come to our home ground."

"Yes, that's right."

Roland smiled and said: "You are very thoughtful. That's why I announced the news about the magic crystal veins in public. I think it won't be long before Mr. William has another headache."

Sif also laughed.

She smiled happily thinking that Mr. William would be extremely busy again.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Since the Prime Minister temporarily acts as an agent of the imperial power, it is natural that he should bear the pressure that the imperial power should bear.

After hearing about the White Mountain, Sif said with some regret: "Miss Lisa is a transcendent, and her intuition should be very accurate. It's a pity that she didn't have the opportunity to visit the White Mountain."

"No, there is a chance. Let's go together."

Sif's eyes lit up.

Of course she didn't want to miss the chance to take risks.

Roland brought good news.

It would be nice to have a small gift.

Bad news: Roland doesn't seem to understand the girl's thoughts.

Good news: He doesn't understand anyone.

(End of this chapter)