in the name of the queen.

Chapter 185 I'm waiting for the CD, what are you waiting for?
The coffee tasted very good, but Sif was not in the mood to taste it at the moment, and her mind was a little confused.

People always say what is on their mind inadvertently.

On the surface, Roland was talking about recruiting Mr. Tony, but he also said that you should not just listen to the surface of what he said, but carefully taste the meaning behind the words.

Sif's guess was not unreasonable. Roland often asked relevant test questions.

Is this his temptation?
The hand holding the coffee cup became tighter and tighter. There was a soft "click" sound, and the beautiful white porcelain cup was pinched to create clearly visible cracks.

Roland squinted his eyes and saw that Sif was distracted.

Extraordinary people's ability to control muscles is far beyond that of ordinary people, and accidents such as accidentally crushing a cup are almost impossible to happen to extraordinary people.

Unless intentional or distracted.

It's normal for Sif to be distracted. After all, what she experienced last night was too thrilling. Although it has nothing to do with her directly, she must be caring about him.
Right?
Roland frowned and gave up his groundless speculation.

Never speculate on a young girl's thoughts. Philosophers will discuss the origin of the universe and the meaning of life, but they never waste time in this area.

"Sorry about this cup"

This reason is enough.

The clock points to eleven o'clock, and the Vaal City-State government will announce its dissolution in an hour. They must rush to the City Hall to meet with Mr. Tony before the city-state is disbanded.

Snapping his fingers again, the waiter appeared with a polite smile.

When opportunities for progress come, it doesn’t mean that everyone can keep up. Some people are destined to fall behind.

Roland didn't know that Sif was still reminiscing about the joy brought by the words "ma'am".

The chaotic mood was instantly replaced by joy and shyness.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one.

At this moment, Sif is a flawless goddess of beauty.

After all, this was the romantic era when the legal age for marriage was two years before the bar mitzvah.

Perhaps thinking of the imminent destruction of the country, he bowed politely to Roland and hurriedly ended the conversation.

They can be qualified to serve as department-level officials in the governor-general's jurisdiction, but they still need experience to become cabinet members who govern the empire.

"How to say?"

In the past, the waiter might not have dared to speak out, but the Val city-state was about to disintegrate, and Tony was no longer an official in control of power, so he could speak freely.

It seems that Sif is also thinking about Mr. Tony's future.

The sun shines through the window, shining golden flakes on her hair, dyeing it into a dazzling light.

Roland snapped his fingers and called the waiter.

Two of the silver coins were tips for him.

Before leaving, Roland asked casually: "Waiter, what kind of person do you think Mr. Tony is?"

As a government official, he can double residents' income in just five years. This is his greatest political achievement.

Just when Roland didn't know what to say, Sif's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Although the officials in the three overseas provinces have good abilities, they are all system officials trained by the imperial bureaucracy and lack constructiveness.

Glancing at Sif who was meditating, Roland had a happy smile on his lips.

Roland was a little surprised. He didn't expect the waiter to speak so highly of Tony.

Roland was stunned, looking at Sif's rapidly reddening cheeks, coughing slightly to signal the waiter to stop talking nonsense.

Can even passers-by tell that she and Roland are a couple?

He is not a philosopher, and he will not waste time on this.

lady?

Madam, he said madam? !

Sif pinched her fingertips, gently picked up the coffee cup, and drank it with a gentle sip.

Before Roland could finish speaking, the waiter quickly apologized to Roland, "Dear guest, please wait a moment. I will replace you with new coffee. We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you and my wife."

Roland was stunned.

The waiter said calmly: "Sir, I don't understand politics, but I know one thing. In the five years since he was in power, my income has doubled, and our boss's income has more than quintupled."

A few silver coins were placed quietly on the table, lying next to two empty cups.

The second cup of coffee came quickly. The milk and sucrose changed the taste of this cup of coffee from bitter to bitter and sweet.

Roland silently adjusted his evaluation of Tony to S level.

After thinking for a few seconds, the waiter said softly: "He is an excellent official, but it is a pity that he was born in the city-state of Vaal and there is no stage for him to display his talents. If he manages the internal affairs of a certain great country's emperor, he might be able to display his talents."

He somewhat hoped that time would freeze forever at this moment, so that he could sit here quietly and appreciate the ultimate beauty.

After all, Sif is young, she has not yet reached the age of marriage. No, according to the laws of this era, she has reached the age of marriage.

The service attitude here is quite good, but unfortunately the waiter's eyesight is not very good and he couldn't even tell that Sif was an unmarried girl.

If someone falls behind, someone must replace him, and Tony is the excellent substitute chosen by Roland.

Sif, whose mind was already filled with crimson roses, remembered another thing. Roland promised her not to be in a hurry to get married.

Since Roland was not in a hurry, she could wait.

After all, that woman was still watching her from the distant St. Rurik Castle.

She had to survive first.

If she unfortunately dies in battle, then there is no need to fight, Roland will definitely belong to Lisa.

She must not die!
The distracting thoughts were instantly dispelled, and Sif stood up gracefully, leaving behind some of the troubles caused by Lisa's transformation last night.

It's working time now.

"Let's go, it's time to work."

Roland was a little surprised. Sif's expression just now was so rich that it was like a blockbuster movie.

Although Sif is young, she is an experienced actor.

To be able to let an old actor express his true feelings like this, it seems like he really has something on his mind.

Roland and Sif left the coffee shop and walked towards the city hall.

At this time, there are still fifty-five minutes before the dissolution of the Vaal city-state.

Since we want to invite Tony to join us, we might as well come to our door openly and talk directly in the office.

The cafe was not far from the city hall. They were not in a hurry, walking casually and observing the residents walking on the street.

Xif was silent for a long time, looking at the hurried flow of people and sighing softly: "Along the way, these citizens looked very calm, but their eyes were blank."

Just be confused. After all, the city-state of Vaal has existed for more than a hundred years, and almost no one alive today has experienced this period of history.

Roland said softly: "Yes, their country is gone. The Vaal City State has existed for more than a hundred years, and these citizens have been identified as Vaal City State people since childhood. It is normal for them to be confused about the future when they suddenly have to change their nationality."

Sif gave a soft "hmm" and did not continue this slightly heavy topic.

Although the sun was shining brightly, the increasing number of military police from various countries on the streets made the atmosphere somewhat depressing.

When approaching the town square, Sif's footsteps suddenly stopped.

She squinted her eyes, and she could feel the undisguised malice on the other side without having to look too far.

He is from the Vladimir Empire.

She reminded softly: "It should be the person who appeared in Baishan last night."

Roland also stopped.

Seven or eight strong men, as big as bears, came guarding the leader who was as tall as an iron tower.

The strong man who was obviously the leader was nearly two meters tall. Although he was wearing a robe, his strong muscles could not be hidden at all.

As expected of the Vladimir Empire, are there really muscular men per capita?
Although the leading strong man looked like a reckless man, Roland did not judge people by their appearance.

The fifth and second seats in the Shadow Temple seem to have poor brains, but after all, the Temple is a strong person selected by Sophia personally, so everyone can't be brainless.

This seemingly reckless guy might be paired with an excellent brain.

The strong man walked over very quickly.

Seven or eight giant bear-like rough men walking together were eye-catching. He made a lot of noise when walking and quickly attracted the attention of passers-by.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing his white teeth with a bright smile, and his rough voice carried the sound throughout the long street.

"Hello, Mr. Roland!"

With just one sentence, Roland was locked in.

The thunderous voice let everyone know that he was here to cause trouble. But just as Camille couldn't escape, Roland couldn't escape either.

Stay away now, and the world will know that Governor Sussex fled from the Shadow Templar's leader.

At a critical moment when the two countries were fighting openly and secretly, this notoriety was enough for the cabinet to impeach Roland.

Vladimir's empire was martial, and so was Sussex. Don't be timid at this time.

Roland smiled and greeted him. Although it was his first meeting, he knew the identity of the other party, the chief of the Shadow Temple, Sakhalin, the Blade of Destruction.

He had a headache.

Why do the people in the Shadow Templar seem to be so war-mad?

Sakhalin's strength is an unsolved mystery. Some say he is at the pinnacle of level eight, while others say he has already reached the threshold of level seven.

But one thing is certain, Sakhalin is basically invincible at the eighth level.

Roland is definitely no match now.

It had only been half a year since he had embarked on the path to transcendence, while it had taken more than twenty years for the other party to become famous. If he could win, Sakhalin would have better commit suicide as soon as possible.

You can't fight, you can't hide, and you can't use dirty tricks in front of everyone.

Roland was at a comprehensive disadvantage before taking action.

Sif took half a step forward, preparing to rush forward to meet Roland.

Before she could walk out, Roland put his hand on his shoulder, stopping her.

"This is the grudge between me and the Shadow Temple."

Sif was a little surprised. Roland's extraordinary profession was biased toward auxiliary defense, and he had no chance of winning against Sakhalin.

She also had no chance of winning, but she was the queen, and Sakhalin couldn't be cruel in public.

If you can't fight with force, you have to use skill to resolve it, isn't it right?

The look he looked at Roland was full of confusion, with a big question mark written on it.

Roland didn't have time to explain to her, so he just gave her a firm look that said, "Leave it to me."

Sif could indeed block it for a while, but it was even more ugly in the eyes of onlookers.

What's the point of hiding behind a woman, a dignified governor?
Although Sakhalin's loud voice is slightly inferior to Anthony's, he can cover the entire street without any pressure.

He could have a whole street of spectators promoting the fight.

The next day, the entire Rodinia continent will know that the pretty boy was scared to death by the big bear and was hiding under the queen's skirt and shivering.

The competition between countries is not only a competition of comprehensive national strength, but also a competition of momentum.

Roland must go.

But he was not reckless, but prepared.

The CD of Divine Blessing is still a few dozen seconds away from being transferred.

After all, this is a street. No matter how crazy Sakhalin is, he cannot attack foreign heads of state and important officials with weapons.

If he really dares to do this, Sophia will definitely tear him apart.

In the eyes of the descendants of the Magic Empire, Rodinians are all barbarians, but there is also a chain of contempt among barbarians, and the Ruriks are just downstream of the chain of contempt.

Sofia is very conscious of her public image.

Behind closed doors, she can place a knife on someone's neck and threaten others with death, but in public she is an elegant ice queen.

In the blink of an eye, Roland knew the bottom line of this confrontation. Just like he slapped Camille that day, Sakhalin would only slap him a few times, and use the same method to make Roland vomit blood and save face.

Roland greeted Sakhalin unhurriedly, "Mr. Sakhalin, has your Mr. Kamil returned home?"

Sakhalin's expression was a little stiff, and his round eyes narrowed.

He thought about all the possible responses of Roland, but he did not expect that Roland would take the initiative to provoke.

It doesn't make sense. Doesn't Roland know the strength comparison between the two sides?

Sakhalin was a little confused. From the analysis of the intelligence at hand, Roland's image is very clear. He is that kind of cunning and insidious conspirator.

This kind of person will not easily choose to go head-on with a more powerful enemy.

Roland must have known the balance of power between the two sides, but he still dared to provoke him in a weird way, so he must have a back-up plan.

Sakhalin looks rough, but he is the brains of the Shadow Templar.

According to Sophia's evaluation, the five people in the Shadow Temple share one and a half brains, of which Sakhalin is a complete brain.

He completed the logical loop in lightning speed.

Roland, a sinister villain, must have some back-up plan!

Sakhalin was more cautious and had to be prepared to deal with the ambush later when he took action.

If the strong man of the Sussex Empire is hiding in the dark, he will attack with all his strength when he is at his weakest, and he will be in trouble if he is attacked by surprise.

Fortunately, Roland is very weak and can be dealt with with a little more seriousness.

Sakhalin strode towards Roland.

His steps were long, but not too fast.

With his peripheral vision, he searched both sides of the long street, but he still couldn't find the strong man hiding in the dark, which made him somewhat anxious.

Wolves in the sun may not be scary, but poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows are more deadly.

Camille has been discouraged by Roland and has brought shame to the Shadow Temple. If something goes wrong again, he should apologize without being held accountable by the Queen.

Although he could not find the hidden enemy, Sakhalin already had a vague outline of the enemy in his mind.

Last night, he spied on the actions of Roland and others in Baishan.

With the help of the cover of the vast white snow, he hid deep and saw a scene that made him terrified.

He couldn't understand how human flesh and blood could survive the volcanic lava, but he knew that the seemingly weak girl was full of potential.

However, what worried him even more was the burly old man like a giant bear.

Sakhalin had a vague feeling that the old man's power was far beyond his understanding.

He originally thought the old man was a magician, but after seeing the old guy's strong muscles, he was a little unsure.

The Vladimir Empire has a good relationship with the Far East Magic Association, and he has met many magicians.

Most of the magicians he had seen were obsessed with magic research and alchemy, with dull eyes and weak bodies.

He had never heard of a magician like the white-haired old man.

Maybe a magic warrior?

If the old guy is hiding in the dark, Roland does have the arrogance.

Sakhalin was almost certain that it was the old guy hiding in the dark.

He decided to allocate 70% of his energy to guard against the old man's surprise attack, and only 30% of his energy to deal with Roland.

He is just a little kid who has just broken through to level eight, and 30% of his strength is enough.

Just as Sakhalin was thinking about the ambusher hiding in the dark, Roland stepped forward to meet him.

Roland's speed is not very fast.

After all, the cooldown time of Divine Blessing is still short.

But he can't walk too slowly, otherwise Sakhalin will see that he lacks confidence.

The distance between the two became closer and closer. Sakhalin stopped and said calmly:
"Camille has returned to China beforehand. He asked me to say hello to you. He will definitely repay your hospitality in the future."

"Haha, Mr. Camille is so polite."

Roland stopped a few meters in front of Sakhalin, smiled and extended his hand to him.

"I will come to Vaal City often in the future, and there will be many opportunities for us to meet."

"Come here often? I remember that your chief representative in Vaal City is not Mr. Roland." Sakhalin said calmly and extended his hand to Roland.

He planned to use the opportunity of shaking hands to crush Roland's hand bones and let the screams resound through the long street.

Although his original plan was to break Roland's shoulder bone just like Roland hit Camille and make Roland scream, the same could be said for shaking hands.

It's all screams anyway, there's no difference.

Roland smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Sakhalin.

The handshake was his choice.

The hand is the most delicate organ, but the strength of the fingers is far less than that of a clenched fist and a closed palm.

If this stupid bear is given a few firm slaps, the Divine Blessing will most likely be injured.

The handshake is relatively difficult to exert force, which can maximize Sakhalin's strength advantage.

If you don't have enough strength, you need IQ.

A handshake contest was the best way Roland could think of to deal with it.

You won't lose face, you won't be pinched too much, and you can test the opponent's strength.

Sakhalin's hands felt slightly cold, and his big bear-like hands looked a little furry.

What a fucking bear paw.

As soon as they were held together, wild power came through the palms of their hands.

Roland felt as if he was being held by a giant bear. The huge force compressed the nerves through his fingers, and he almost screamed on the spot.

CD is still three seconds away.

These three seconds must be overcome with ability.

"Mr. Sakhalin, has Her Majesty Sophia returned to the country?"

"Sir Roland, this is not what you should ask. If I ask about the whereabouts of your queen, will you tell me?"

In full view of everyone, Roland asked, and Sakhalin had no choice but to respond.

Talking would be a distraction, slightly weakening the strength he mustered.

Sakhalin was a little confused. What was the use of Roland's trash talk? Does he want to drag it out with this nonsense?

No joke, he could crush Roland's palm in a few seconds at most.

Now that he had a chance to win, Sakhalin was not in a hurry. He decided to slowly increase his strength and play with Roland.

In the face of absolute strength, any trick is a joke.

Considering that there was a powerful white-bearded demon warrior lurking in the dark, Sakhalin instantly figured out Roland's conspiracy.

Distract him with nonsense, hold his energy back with a handshake to prevent him from disengaging, and then let the old guy complete the backstab.

It was indeed a perfect plan, but he wasn't stupid.

Sakhalin has experienced hundreds of battles and has certainly seen the tactics of chat and sneak attacks.

His gradual exertion allowed Roland to successfully delay the most dangerous three seconds.

Cooling is over.

If this was a game, Roland would definitely be able to resist typing on the public screen and taunting, "I'm waiting for the CD, what are you waiting for?"

But this is reality. He is a well-educated gentleman and there is no need to argue with a stupid bear.

He smiled and turned on the divine blessing, and his body was enveloped in light gold.

Sakhalin suddenly shuddered and exerted force suddenly.

coming! Roland, the little fox, is about to show off his strength, and the old fox must be about to take action too!

Wanting to lie to him, Roland was still a little naive.

Sakhalin suddenly exerted his strength and squeezed the protection provided by the divine blessing.

Roland remained motionless, smiling.

The passers-by watching around were a little surprised.

None of them knew Sakhalin, but his attire suggested that he was a high-ranking representative of the Vladimir Empire.

They all laughed when they recalled the past few days when Roland slapped Camille and vomited blood.

"Look, idiot Rurik is facing off against Governor Roland again."

"What these stupid bears are best at is strength, but they still can't compare."

"Shh, keep your voice down, haven't you seen that stupid bear's face is red?"

Several passers-by were talking in low voices, just enough for Sakhalin to hear.

Sakhalin did blush and became angry.

He never dreamed that Roland would be so difficult to deal with.

When the two of them just held hands, he felt that Roland's power was far inferior to his, so naturally he felt that everything was under control, so he was not in a hurry and planned to play with Roland.

When Roland's body glowed with golden light, he realized something was wrong.

His huge power was absorbed by the golden light and could not cause harm to Roland at all.

His face was flushed and beads of sweat broke out on his temples, but Roland remained calm and calm as if nothing had happened.

In the eyes of others, they naturally felt that he was easily manipulated by Roland.

He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

It is obvious that his power has the absolute upper hand, how could it be so?

Although he was a little annoyed, Sakhalin gritted his teeth and persisted. He knew that this golden light must be Roland's special ability. As long as he dragged it over, he could break Roland's hand bones.

It's a pity that it's not a complete victory.

However, Roland didn't give him a chance at all. He smiled and patted his shoulder with his other hand, teasing softly:
"Var City State is about to get off work. Mr. Tony and I have made an appointment. Do you plan to go with Mr. Sakhalin? If there is nothing else, we can have tea together again if we have the opportunity."

The long street is bustling with people coming and going.

Sakhalin took a deep breath, released Roland's hand, and asked in a deep voice:
"What is this golden light?"

He had to let go.

We are all people with status. Even if we fight, we can't stalk each other like drunkards.

With so many people watching, if he doesn't let go, he will use his actions to deepen the stereotype of Rurik people as barbaric and vulgar.

The days ahead are long, so don’t worry about temporary gains and losses.

Sakhalin's flushed face instantly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

His inquiry about the golden light protecting Roland was not pure nonsense, but a reminder that special abilities can only provide temporary protection, but not permanent protection.

He wanted to maintain his image, but Roland's answer made him regret asking more questions.

"Are you talking about the Holy Light that protects me? That is the reward from the Supreme Goddess for my protection of the Holy Spring's resurrection ceremony."

"Under the protection of the Holy Light, no believer in light can harm me!"

Sakhalin's expression suddenly changed.

This bastard Roland is so vicious.

Of course he knows it's nonsense, but others don't.

The Rurik people also believe in light, so the lethality of this sentence can be imagined.

If Roland cannot be hurt in future conflicts, this sentence will gradually become a mental seal and be firmly imprinted in the souls of all Rurik people.

(End of this chapter)