in the name of the queen.

Chapter 123 What kind of queen are you? Queen who is loved
  Roland and Sif sat in the VIP seats next to the Queen and could see the entire banquet scene clearly.

Seeing little Bagash being carried out like a dog, Sif whispered:
  "What are these guys doing? Do they think this is very impressive?"

Roland smiled and said, "Maybe so. After all, the empire has been declining in recent years. Although crushing Bagash is not a great victory, it is enough to make small countries tremble."

"This show is not meant for big countries to see. The struggle between big countries is a comprehensive result of the right time, place and people. However, small countries must be crushed, otherwise it is better not to fight."

"I don't think the imperial officials would be so abstract. It should be little Bagash who forced the show. Even though he looks like a dog now, who in the surrounding small countries would dare to mess with him after he returns?"

Sif suddenly understood and murmured softly: "I understand, he is fighting against the power of others. You are right, fighting Nubia in the Southern Continent like Thalia did will only damage the country's prestige."

"War is a sharp blade stained with blood. It must serve politics and must be very cautious." She thought of Teacher Wald's teachings.

Roland said softly: "A war machine is like a sharp sword. If you don't intend to kill people, don't just pull it out and swing it."

"You will experience these later. Now look at these distinguished guests and make a simple evaluation. Don't use [insight] and rely on observation."

Sif's eyes lit up when she heard Roland's quiz.

She used to be nervous about facing the test, but now she is eager to try it.

Although it may not be correct every time, the number of zero points is getting fewer and fewer.

Her eyes were first set on Dilas, the special envoy of the Golden Kite Kingdom.

Mediocre bureaucrat, pass.

If Alina was sitting there, it would be worth a few more glances.

Sif's eyes continued to pass by and paused briefly on the Thalia envoy. Sif was a little surprised.

Envoy Thalia has a special temperament that is hard to describe.

Very young, but extremely confident.

He looked at Sif gently but firmly, without any stage fright.

"This person is good, you can keep an eye on him."

Every time Sif saw someone, she would make a brief comment.

Some are mediocre, some stand out, but no one is particularly noteworthy.

Roland just listened to her critical comments and did not continue to criticize her harshly.

Sif's eyes quickly turned to the Vladimir Empire in the first row on the right.

If Sussex is the most powerful country in sea power, Vladimir is the most powerful country in land power.

Although they were slightly behind in the industrial enlightenment stage, they have very rich coal and iron resources, a vast territory, and a large population. They are only slightly inferior in culture, economy, and industry, and even have the momentum to overtake Sussex in other aspects. .

Most people in Rodinia believe that the world's number one throne will change hands in at least three to five years.

the reason is simple.

Vladimir has Sophia, what does Sussex have?
  Sif's eyes stayed on Angelina.

Envoy Angelina looked at her with proud smiles.

Their eyes sparkled in the air.

After retracting her gaze, Sif gave a fair evaluation to Angelina, "She may have made a deal with the devil, sacrificing part of her IQ in exchange for strength. Although she is very strong, it is nothing more than that."

Roland looked at Angelina with some sympathy and suppressed a smile.

If she could hear such a sharp comment from Sif, she would probably break the defense on the spot.

Sif paused briefly and said slowly: "Angelina is okay, the mysterious woman wearing a blue veil behind her is scary. I only looked at each other and felt that my soul was almost frozen."

"Oh, I really envy them. In addition to Queen Sophia, there are also top powerhouses."

Roland almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

After trying to adjust his emotions, he reminded softly: "Strong people are not leeks and will not grow randomly. Think again."

"Is it that woman?" Sif's voice trembled slightly, and the courage she had just given to the country instantly flew to the farthest colony Barat, thousands of miles away, and curled up.

"Is she here to kill me? Roland, help me, I'm still so young, I don't want to die."

Seeing her looking like she was about to cry, Roland didn't feel any disdain at all. He completely understood.

At this distance, Sif would die if Sophia took action.

Even an army of millions cannot protect itself.

This is the pressure of the top combat power on the seventh day of return.

Just a little bit of cold air from Sophia can freeze Sif's courage.

Roland put his body between Sif and Sophia, held her hand tightly, and reminded softly:
  "Don't be afraid, not now."

Perhaps the warmth brought by Roland's big hands had an effect, and Sif's trembling hands finally calmed down.

Roland is right.

Maybe she will die, but not today, not tomorrow, at least in a few years.

It’s not certain who will die.

If she can become the queen who inherits the legacy of the elves, she may not have a chance.

She picked up the glass of wine and drank it all, her fear gradually fading away as the alcohol poured into her body.

She gently pushed aside Roland's covered body and looked at Sophia gently but firmly.

Although she thought she had overcome her inner demons countless times before, it was not until this moment that she truly regarded Sophia as an equal opponent.

Sophia was a little surprised.

In the past few days that she had been observing, Sif had repeatedly jumped between bravery and cowardice, which once made her think that this guy had a mental problem.

She was somewhat disappointed with Sif's performance and didn't think it was a qualified stepping stone.

But now it's different.

Sif's mentality was changing.

As if to test Sif's determination, Sophia stood up, picked up the wine glass and walked towards Sif.

Angelina was stunned.

It was the first time she saw Queen Sophia attach so much importance to someone.

Is Sif worthy of the Queen's attention?
  She was three parts jealous, but seven parts solemn.

Although her mind is often disconnected due to match selection, she has absolute trust in the Queen's judgment.

If the Queen thinks Sif deserves attention, it must be worth it.

"Angelina, be humble in front of the Queen." She muttered silently in her heart.

She will keep an eye on Sif and help Her Majesty take care of her prey.

When the prey is fattened, it is the queen's hunting time.

Angelina was a little excited.

Everyone said that Queen Sophia was warlike, but who knew that she had not taken action personally for a year and a half.

Before the Sixth Return Day comes, can anyone really make her take action again?

Angelina was a little curious.

Sophia, covered with a faint blue veil, walked slowly.

Her steps were steady and capable, like a soldier's.

Although she is wearing a veil, looking at her long, slender, plump legs and well-proportioned figure, you can tell that she is a unique beauty.

Roland stared at the pattern of the floor. Through observation, he was surprised to find that the length of each step she took was exactly the same.

His eyes were as precise as a ruler, but he couldn't see even a millimeter of difference.

Her control over her body was at its peak.

Even if she doesn't use extraordinary strength, ordinary level eight is no match for her.

With a rank below seven, she was not worthy of being called upon to call the cold winter.

Roland's heart was beating wildly.

He finally understood why some people did not recognize Sussex as the number one power.

In front of Sophia, no matter how many troops you have, how many cannons and guns you have, they are all toys.

He also understood why some people said that Sophia was equal to three integrated armies.

If she is serious, an army of 80,000 to 90,000 people cannot stop her.

Can Sif withstand it?

Roland was a little worried. They were looking at each other. This was a war between Sif and Sophia, and no one else could interfere.

He was afraid that Sif's newly established confidence would be instantly shattered by Sophia.

Apart from potential, he really couldn't think of any advantages Sif had.

Standing next to him, he was already under a lot of pressure. How should Sif cope with the situation?
  Just as Roland thought, Sif was under a lot of pressure.

Sophia's smile was like a devil's weird expression, the wine she was holding was like deadly poison, and every step she took was like an iceberg falling, hitting Sif's heart.

When she took the first step, Sif's mental defense burst.

She seemed like a baby that had been thrown into the ice field just after birth. I wanted to cry, but my cry was frozen.

She was like a drowning person who was suffocating, struggling desperately, trying to grab a straw, but she couldn't stretch out her hand.

Sophia is using mental coercion to force Sif to produce the mental imprint of being "inferior to Sophia".

As long as this mark takes shape in Sif's mind, she is no longer an equal opponent, but a prey waiting to be slaughtered.

No matter how you grow, you cannot escape the fate of massacre.

It's an aboveboard, but very shameless method.

Unless Sif has a real advantage other than the illusory hope of "a promising future", this question can only be solved with strength.

However, Sif's strength is not as strong as Sophia's eyelashes.

How to do?
  The whole world fell silent, and everyone turned their attention to Sif.

After all, no one wants to stare at Sophia, not even to see the reaction of the defeated one.

Several cabinet ministers in the Sussex Empire couldn't bear to see it.

Although they were vying for power with the little queen, they were still on a ship after all. They could do nothing to see the queen being bullied in front of her.

Shame!
  With trembling hands, Walder struggled to stand up and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He is Sif's teacher, and if he stops her, it means Sif admits defeat on the spot.

Sif is still resisting, why should he surrender?
  The White Rose family only has emperors who died in battle, but no monarchs who surrendered.

He slumped down and closed his eyes in pain.

Will there be a miracle?
  Of course there is no miracle, after all, the gap between Sif and Sophia is too big.

Special envoys from major countries also recognized Sophia.

Their faces changed slightly and their moods were a little complicated.

When Sussex was strong, they certainly didn't like the arrogant island bandits, but the Sussex people were still within the framework of the rules after all.

The Ruriks were different.

They are wild, they are greedy, and they never hide their thirst for territory.

Now that they have strength, they are even more aggressive.

During the reign of Empress Sophia, the empire's territory had expanded by ten percent.

Now she is suppressing the Queen of Sussex in person, just to break the backbone of the Sussex people.

Sussex fell, they were next.

The envoys of several countries bordering the Vladimir Empire had even more bitter expressions on their faces, and they could not express their sorrow.

Although they knew that Sif could not withstand it, there were many people who hoped that a miracle would happen.

Unlike the envoys of big countries, the monarchs of small countries have mixed feelings.

Some small countries have been suffering from Sussex for a long time, and they are happy as long as someone steps on these bandits.

Even if the new robber who steps on the old robber becomes more ferocious, that will only happen in the future.

There are also some small countries that have been dogs for many years, and when they see their owners being held at gunpoint, they wish they could take their own lives.

There are also some small countries on both ends of the world who are worried.

They knew very well that if two giants fought, they would probably only be injured, but the dwarfs around them would be trampled into flat pieces.

Unfortunately, they are the dwarfs.

The whole place was so quiet that everyone was praying silently.

Some do it for Miracle, some do it for Sif, and some do it for themselves.

Almost no one thinks highly of Sif.

The only exception was Roland.

He could clearly feel the wet little hands in his palms.

Sif and his hands were clasped together.

Sweating a lot and very nervous.

But no shaking, not at all.

Sif closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the corners of her lips rose slightly.

She raised her glass with her other hand and greeted it with a smile.

"Sif Sussex York, Earl of Tyrone, Sussex Empire."

Sophia's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Roland's eyes, staring at the pattern of the floor, caught a hint of confusion in her footsteps.

It's subtle, but it's real.

Her strides weren't exactly consistent.

Obviously, Sif's reaction surprised her.

Although she could easily freeze Sif and then break Sif into pieces like an ice sculpture, Sif did not lose in the spiritual confrontation.

Not only did he not lose, he even had the upper hand.

Sophia was silent for a moment, took two steps closer, lifted the veil in front of Sif, and revealed her true face.

"Sofia from Rurik, it's an honor to clink glasses with you and look forward to our next meeting."

Their glasses clinked in the air and they drank at the same time.

Sophia turned back.

The temperature in the hall returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The whole audience was stunned.

No one knows what happened.

Looking at Sophia who returned to her seat, Angelina hesitated to speak.

The confrontation between Sophia and Sif seems to be indecisive, but in fact the outcome is already decided.

When the world's top players and rookies go head-to-head, it's not clear who will win and who will lose.

Seeing Angelina's concerned and confused expression, Sophia was not displeased at all, and even showed a long-lost smile.

"She held Roland's hand and demonstrated to me that she had the best helpers and I didn't."

Angelina's pretty face turned red.

Queen Sophia seemed to be commenting on Sif, but she was actually criticizing her.

She is not good enough to compare with Roland.

Angelina was so ashamed that she lowered her head and said softly: "I will definitely work harder!"

Sophia didn't say much, just encouraged Angelina with her eyes.

A smart person can knock once and it will be enough. If a fool knocks too much, it will be useless and will only make him stupider.

Everyone was confused, including Roland. He couldn't help but approached Sif and asked:

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing. My mind was blank at the time, but I was still unconvinced and tried desperately to think about how I was better than her. Maybe I was prettier than her, but under the circumstances at that time, Magic Mirror would definitely not dare to say that I was number one."

"Then I thought about you."

Roland smiled happily. Although it was suspected of being flattering, he liked hearing these words.

Sif smiled proudly, "Let me tell you a secret. Sophia's husband was cold and violent towards her. She is still a virgin, so she killed her husband out of shame and anger and proclaimed herself emperor."

"Someone cares about me, but she is a lonely ghost. Do you think I win or not?"

(End of this chapter)