in the name of the queen.

Chapter 186 How can the weak have the right to choose?

Stepping into the Municipal Square, Sif, walking side by side with Roland, finally couldn't help but said: "Are you really blessed by the goddess of light?"

"Truth or falsehood is not important, what is important is that others believe it."

Roland smiled and explained: "This sentence will become a sharp knife hanging over the heads of the Rurik people. As long as I don't die in the next few conflicts, they will automatically be three points weaker when facing me."

Sif hesitated to speak.

Roland was right, the value of what he said just now will continue to increase as Roland survives in the brutal battle.

But it would also double Roland's risk.

Sif said nothing, but stretched out her right hand and held it with Roland.

The palms of my hands were wet with nervous sweat.

Just now when I looked at Roland's tough Sahalin, her heart was always hanging in her throat.

The moment the shield was broken was the moment Roland went to report to the underworld.

Distracted and fighting in the air, and at the same time limited by attack methods, it can knock down one-tenth of the shield, which shows the strength of Sakhalin's hard power.

Just subjects, not citizens.

Roland won.

The city of Vaal is about to be destroyed, so a symbolic obstruction is worthy of the salary.

He is no longer from the city-state of Vaal, but a citizen of God knows what country.

No need to talk nonsense, she chose to go forward side by side with Roland.

"That's not possible. This matter must come to you."

Shaking hands with a bear is not a pleasant memory.

Roland looked at the guard's calm face and said with a smile: "I am Roland, the Governor of Northern Rodinia in the Sussex Empire. I have an appointment with Mr. Tony. There is still half an hour, so I can make it."

Seeing that Roland was silent, Sif knew that he was still reviewing the conflict just now, and said with a smile:

Citizenship is not easy to obtain, and it is even more difficult for outsiders.

The big bear seemed to be worried about some non-existent enemy.

The door was wide open, and Tony, the uniformed executive, stood in front of the window, looking out the window silently.

There was a hint of sadness in his tone, and the guard was still faithfully performing his duties.

Tony's shoulders and back trembled slightly unnoticeably.

He has a good memory and instantly recognizes the voices of uninvited guests.

The guard sighed and looked silently at the city flag flying in the square.

In a fair one-on-one fight, Sakhalin is fully capable of tearing the shield apart.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor. Tony did not look back, but said lightly:
"The city-state of Val is about to cease operations. If you have any questions, please come back to the new government in the afternoon."

She was worried about Roland screaming every second, but her worries disappeared with the golden light.

time?

Roland could feel that Sakhalin was not giving his all.

The Sussex man can't be stopped by an executive, so he can't.

He did not continue the cross-examination.

A familiar voice came from behind.

Roland and Sif were silent at the same time.

Although he doesn't know where he will go to work tomorrow, he is now a guard at the city hall of the city-state of Vaal.

Not only did he win the power duel, but he also threw out those fatal words.

What they lack most is time.

However, shaking hands is not a serious attack gesture after all. Sakhalin was unable to shake the divine blessing, but he knocked down almost one-tenth of the shield.

In silence they walked across the square to the town hall.

The destruction of the country is a big deal, but what does this have to do with his monthly salary of two marks and fifty pfennigs?
On the top floor of the city hall, the executive office.

Sahalin's strength surprised him a little.

The guard politely made a no-passage gesture and said softly: "Sir, our government is about to stop functioning. If anything happens, please find the new government in the afternoon."

Holding Sif's delicate and slender hand, Roland felt particularly wonderful.

"Roland, Sakhalin was a super strong man who was famous in the mainland twenty years ago. You have only been a super for a long time, and your potential is far higher than him. As long as you are given time, he will never be your opponent."

In the last half hour, oh, twenty-nine minutes, this glorious flag is about to fall.

Governor Roland from the Sussex Empire.

The guard lowered his arm in a please gesture.

This is a group weakening technique for the Vladimir Empire, which is better than any magic.

He sighed and said in a particularly cold voice, "Mr. Governor, according to your country's announcement, the official responsible for receiving it is not you."

"That's true. I'm not responsible for the handover. I'm here to find you."

Tony slowly turned around and looked at Roland and Sif, not knowing what to say.

After a few seconds of silence, he looked at the clock on the wall, smiled and said, "Okay, we still have twenty-nine minutes."

"Governor Roland, this is"

"Sylve Sussex York." Sif said calmly.

I haven't used the name Sylph for a long time, but when I say it, I feel an inexplicable strangeness.

Sussex and York are both common surnames, but together they are unusual and represent royalty.

With Mr. Tony's extensive knowledge, he knew Sif's identity when he heard the name.

Of course he knew Sif's identity, but she often ran around as Earl Tyrone. If she didn't take the initiative to admit it, then she would just be the Earl.

Tony sighed in his heart, what should come will eventually come.

Sakhalin came here just now. Although his words were polite, the implication was very tough.

Join the Vladimir Empire or become its enemy.

If you don't join, you will still be an enemy even if you go overseas.

He did not answer directly, but told Sakhalin that he would reply after discussing with his family.

He had been standing at the window just now.

The view here is excellent, and he can clearly see the entire confrontation between Roland and Sakhalin.

There must be a battle between Sussex and the Vladimir Empire. This is the consensus of the entire continent.

Although the world is big, there is no room for two overlords.

Sussex controlled the seas, Vladimir was unrivaled on land.

Tony didn't want to take sides, but he knew he had no choice.

Just like the city-state of Vaal, it doesn't matter what you want to do, the key is whether you have the ability.

The big whirlpool is coming, and small fish and shrimps simply cannot survive alone.

Sakhalin's conditions and threats were clearly laid out there, but I didn't know what conditions Roland and Sylph could give.

He poured tea for the distinguished guests with his own hands and invited them to take their seats.

Before Roland could speak, he said calmly: "Miss Silver, Mr. Roland, you should have seen Sakhalin just now. He just came to see me."

He cleverly did not address Roland and Sif by their titles, but by neutral titles.

This is not rude.

Since the city-state of Vaal is not dead yet, he is still a native of Vaal City.

When facing foreigners, of course you can call them Mr./Ms./Ms. This also allows him to maintain the dignity of equal status.

This was his last bit of stubbornness.

Roland and Sif looked at each other and gave Sif the control of the conversation.

Although many people say that he can be Sif's master, these are all rumors and he will never control Sif's thoughts.

As long as Sif wants to do something, he will fully support it.

Sif looked at Tony calmly and said calmly: "Mr. Tony, join us, I will give you a stage to display your talents."

Tony is well-informed and has never seen any scene before. No matter how clever his words are, it is of no use to him, so he simply goes straight to the point.

Tony didn't seem to expect Sif to be so direct, and was a little surprised.

After a moment of silence, he asked softly: "Is it okay if I don't engage in politics after joining your country, but live a leisurely retirement life?"

"of course can."

Sif looked into Tony's eyes and gained insight.

Tony's head was burning with flames, which was hatred and unwilling flames.

Seventy percent of these flames were directed at the Ruriks, and another thirty percent were directed at her.

Tony is not an ordinary person. Of course he knows that Sussex was also responsible for the carving up of Val City.

He had anger so he didn't want to serve the Sussex government.

Tony didn't expect Sif to accept this condition, and he didn't know how to answer the question.

When he was silent, Sif asked directly: "Mr. Tony, do you think that the partition of your country has something to do with us?"

Tony was silent for a few seconds, holding up the tea cup tremblingly and trying to hide his mood, but he couldn't hide it at all.

He simply put down the teacup, gritted his teeth and replied, "Isn't it?"

Roland and Sif seemed to be reasonable people, at least they would not kill him because of his offensive words.

The Sussex men were also robbers, but at least they were willing to pretend to be gentlemen.

The resentment that had been held in his chest since the international conference finally found a way to vent. Tony stood up and complained tremblingly:
"The only difference between your country and the Vladimir Empire is that the food and drinks are better. Your ambition to annex Var City is no less than theirs."

Sif sat quietly, saying nothing.

She wasn't going to refute, Tony was telling the truth.

Now that the beginning has begun, Tony simply talks about it.

He named them one by one and accused all the carefully packaged barbaric acts of the major powers, the most common of which were the Vladimir Empire and the Sussex Empire.

Sif listened very carefully, and Roland did not interrupt.

Mr. Tony is indeed well-informed, and many of the things he said were the first time Sif had heard of them.

Although he spoke very briefly, Mr. Tony still spoke for more than ten minutes.

There were still ten minutes left before getting off work. Tony sighed tiredly: "Miss Silver, Mr. Roland, I have no problem with you, I'm just tired. This world makes me feel tired. I just want to buy a manor in the countryside. Enjoy your retirement.”

"It can't be done," Sif said calmly.

Tony was delighted. Sakhalin knows how to pretend, but Sif doesn't even pretend anymore.

He said angrily: "Since it can't be done, there's nothing to talk about."

"I'm not saying you can't buy a manor in the countryside, but you can't live your old age in peace."

Sif calmly analyzed Tony, "Mr. Tony, I can accept you being a civilian, but can the Rurik people accept it?"

"There is no reason for me to send special forces to protect a civilian. Sooner or later, you will reasonably die in an accident arranged by the Rurik people."

"If it was on them, I don't need to say it."

"I can go to other countries."

Facing Sif's clear gaze, Tony's voice became smaller and smaller and gradually disappeared.

It's okay to deceive passers-by with this kind of talk, but it can't deceive Sif at all.

Where else could he go?
The Kingdom of Tyrol, the Kingdom of Pruden and the Vladimir Empire have very good relations, and they will probably tie him up and send him there.

The Golden Yuan Republic is not afraid of the Ruriks, but it will not specifically protect him.

He has talent, but if he doesn't realize it, he has no talent.

His administrative ability made him the focus of competition among various countries, and also made him unable to stay out of it.

Neutrality is not that simple.

Tony sighed helplessly and asked softly: "Miss Sylph, may I ask how much I am worth?"

"Of course, as long as you serve me with your country's administrative system, I will grant citizenship to your followers. Of course, citizenship is not given in vain. They must pay taxes and perform meritorious services for the empire."

"Citizenship?" Tony was a little surprised.

"Yes, no wordplay, a citizen of the Empire enjoying all the powers."

Tony couldn't believe his ears, which was the price that Sahalin didn't dare to open at all.

Sakhalin promised him high-ranking officials, generous salaries, beautiful women, wealth, and even the temptation of becoming a knight, but he was vague about the future of the people of the Var city-state.

Despite the surprise, Tony still couldn't believe it.

He tentatively said: "According to the provisions of the treaty, the people of our country are not restricted by the occupied areas and can freely acquire the nationality of any country. Is it okay for all 500,000 Var people to join your country?"

“Very welcome.”

Sif smiled and said: "Do you remember those more than 30,000 wandering refugees?"

Tony's expression was a little stiff.

The trigger for the carving up of the Vaal city-state was precisely these tens of thousands of refugees.

The sadness passed in a flash.

Of course, the fuse cannot be blamed for the explosion of the powder keg. Even without this refugee incident, it would have been a matter of time before the Vaal City State was divided up.

He understood what Sif meant.

She was able to withstand the diplomatic pressure of the Jin Yuan Kingdom to accept these more than 30,000 refugees, and she could naturally withstand the pressure of the Vladimir Empire to accept all the people of Var City.

Tony thought for a moment and said slowly: "I will inform everyone of your conditions and let them choose for themselves. As for me"

He asked softly: "If I work for you, how are you going to house me?"

"When I hire people, I look first for talent and second for character. I fully recognize Mr. Tony's character. The level you can reach depends on your ability."

Sif said calmly: "You can start as the executive deputy director of the interior affairs of the governor-general."

She is the Director of the Interior Department, and the Executive Deputy Director is the actual person in charge of the Interior Department.

Roland brought the word standing, which is a bit strange, but very special.

Tony was stunned for a moment, not understanding what standing orders meant.

Roland gave him a brief introduction, and Tony understood immediately.

In name, he is Sif's deputy, but in reality he is the Minister of the Interior in the Viceroyalty.

He didn't expect that Sif and Roland would take it so seriously, and he was somewhat caught off guard.

He almost nodded on the spot, but he still had to be reserved.

He said slowly: "I have to discuss it with my family, and I will give you an answer tonight at the latest."

Roland smiled and stretched out his hand to Tony and shook it with him, "Mr. Tony, I believe you will make the right choice."

Tony didn't answer, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Roland, I'm a little curious. You and Miss Silver seem to think very highly of my abilities. Can I know the reason?"

"This is not my evaluation of you, but the evaluation of ordinary people in Val City."

Roland said slowly: "In five years, you have greatly increased the income of citizens. This is exactly the ability we need."

(End of this chapter)