in the name of the queen.

When Roland announced the commander, Christine stood up subconsciously.

She was already accustomed to being Roland's military commander.

This has been the case for the past few years.

No matter whether Roland was the governor, vice emperor or prime minister, no matter whether the size of the army was only tens of thousands or as many as millions, Roland always had absolute trust in her.

It was just a force of 5,000 men. If it weren't for the special mobile force full of experts, she wouldn't even want to take over.

She is now the Pope of the Court of Light, at the same level as the Emperor of the Empire.

Why is she asked to lead any unit? It all depends on her mood.

The humble words came to his lips, but were stopped abruptly when Roland said an unexpected name.

Christine was stunned on the spot, then her face flushed, and the holy marks that were originally hidden under her skin suddenly emitted a milky white light.

He clenched his hands into fists, his nails dug into his palms, and blood oozed from his knuckles.

When the command was handed over to someone else, she realized how much she cared.

The unspeakable embarrassment made Christine unable to stand or sit.

Fortunately, the others were also in extreme shock and did not notice her loss of composure, giving her the opportunity to sit back carefully.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Christine let out a sigh of relief, but was then dominated by anger and disappointment.

She admitted that Reinhardt was quite capable, but why should he compare with her?

At most, he could only command tens of thousands of people, and in this respect he was far inferior to her.

What exactly did Roland see in Reinhard?

Not only did she not understand, Sif and the others were also confused.

Although Sif didn't like Christine, she never denied her talent.

Sif is no longer the emotional little girl. For the sake of everyone's interests, she is willing to restrain her personal likes and dislikes.

She looked at Roland in surprise and kept winking at him.

What she meant was clear.

There was no need to do this to avoid suspicion, she didn't mind.

Roland smiled and shook his head, giving Sif a look that said "I have my own ideas" to reassure her.

Sif could rest assured, but Alina frowned.

She doesn't understand either.

Unlike Sif, there is no personal grudge between her and Christine. On the contrary, they have a good personal relationship due to their long-term cooperation.

Without Christine to organize her coronation ceremony, it would be somewhat awkward for her to be the emperor of the republic.

Sif could remain silent, but she couldn't play dead.

After a light cough, Alina said softly: "Roland, according to your standards, Marshal Christine is more qualified to be the commander."

She did not address Christine as Pope, but as Marshal.

Because of her outstanding achievements, Christine holds the title of Marshal of the Golden Kite Republic.

Alina was openly supporting Christine.

The color drained from Christine's face, and she gradually regained her composure, casting a grateful look at Alina.

Helping Alina is only part of helping Roland, but she remembers this kindness, and this person can get along.

Seeing Alina jump out to object, Reinhardt, who was named, also woke up from his shock. He smiled and nodded to Roland, then shook his head and said:

"Mr. Roland, I am flattered by your trust. But as Her Majesty Alina said, my talents and abilities are indeed not as good as Pope Christine's."

"The establishment of a mobile force is a major event for all mankind. You don't need to find a balance here. I solemnly recommend Pope Christine to lead the mobile force."

Christine liked to hear this. She suddenly felt that Mr. Reinhardt was not so annoying after all. He even had some of the uprightness that was unique to the Odin people.

Seeing Reinhard's statement and thinking of Roland's resolute rejection of Queen Sissi, the delegates suddenly realized.

Roland, this little fox, clearly wanted his lover the Pope to be the commander-in-chief, but was afraid of being criticized, so he did this.

Tsk, hypocrisy.

Although they may have some complaints in their hearts, these representatives are all smart people and will not go against Roland on such a matter.

Reinhardt did not think that Roland would hand over this small but extremely powerful mobile force to the Kingdom of Pruden.

The two sides have different positions, and the Pruden Kingdom had just gotten into trouble, so it was impossible no matter how you thought about it.

Although the personnel of the mobile force do not include some extraordinary people above level six, it includes almost all extraordinary people below level seven and most of the extraordinary people at level six.

The original intention of this force was to fight against powerful enemies. As their commander, it was easy to build his own team by getting along with them.

Even if we win over some extraordinary people, it will be enough to reshuffle the future world pattern.

Is Roland really willing to do this?
Yes, he really was willing to do so.

If you want to get something, you have to pay for it. In order to make the Pruden Kingdom willingly join the newly formed Rodinia Alliance, we have to help them solve some practical problems.

The war machinery gradually revived in the Alemanni ruins threatens not only their survival, but also the entire human race.

The core areas of the former Alemannic Empire, such as the Kingdom of Prudence and the Kingdom of Tyrol, were naturally the first to be hit.

Because of Christine's reminder, Roland has tacitly accepted that Queen Sissi is an enemy, and he wants to win over the Kingdom of Prudence.

They couldn't be brought together, at least not merged.

When Roland firmly proposed again to let Reinhard become the commander, the old duke with graying temples finally realized that Roland was not joking.

He hesitated and asked through gritted teeth: "Why? You should have a better choice."

"Believe me, Duke Reinhardt, you are the best choice."

Roland turned his gaze to Christine and explained with a smile: "Her Holiness has a more important mission. She wants to form a new army that can defend the entire continent."

Taking advantage of everyone's curiosity being aroused, Roland briefly described the definition of the coalition.

Everyone suddenly realized.

In addition to the special mobile forces, Roland also plans to form a Rodinian coalition to form a strong combat capability with the advantage of scale and clustering.

This army does not rely on extraordinary people, but mainly relies on technological archaeology and the magic armored corps that are re-armed with magic crystal equipment.

As long as technology (archaeology) can make rapid breakthroughs, this army will be able to create a powerful force that is comparable to that of gods with mortal bodies.

The mobile force is just a special force for emergency transition, which is the main force in Roland's mind.

Reinhardt suddenly realized and put aside his doubts.

If Roland gave him the greatest benefit, he would definitely suspect it was a trap.

Since it is a secondary interest, it can probably still be trusted.

The disappointment in Christine's eyes disappeared, replaced by a radiant light.

It has to be her.

Who else but her can form, operate and command a new army of one million people?

Facing Roland's invitation, Christine cleared her throat and bit her lip to show some reserve.

"Roland, I'm not being modest, but I..."

"Then don't be so modest. It's you." Roland interrupted Christine's modesty with a smile.

The two people's eyes touched lightly in the air, and then looked away.

As Christine took over the dragon-slaying statue representing the command of the coalition forces, the continental congress was basically declared over.

Subsequently, professionals from various countries held detailed consultations on various issues including politics, military, diplomacy, trade, and archaeology.

Roland naturally doesn't need to worry about these little things.

Next he will enjoy a few days of vacation in Hanseatic City under the pretext of attending a meeting.

He and Sif were separated for only a few days, but it felt like a century.

While Sophia is away, take a good vacation.

However, his wonderful vacation did not go smoothly.

There are so many people looking for him that he is always very busy during the day.

To Roland's surprise, the first person to find him was Queen Sissi.

He harshly rejected her proposal at the meeting. He didn't know what this woman was doing here.
Although he had included her in his list of potential enemies in his heart, he had not yet torn his face off with her, and Roland did not mind pretending to be nice to her.

Sif did not object to Roland meeting this woman, but before the meeting, she lightly said some words that implied a warning.

"Queen Sissi had 15 men. Her husband was really tolerant."

"Haha, I knew she was a socialite, but I didn't expect her to be so exaggerated. After all, she is the national goddess of the Kingdom of Tyrol. I wonder what her people would think if they knew the truth."

Roland teased with a smile.

Sif said calmly, "Of course they don't believe it. They will hypnotize themselves into thinking it's slander, and even fight the whistleblower. People will only accept the truth they are willing to accept."

Roland restrained his smile and said in a low voice: "She is not only a slut, but also a pioneer in extending the tentacles of darkness into this world."

Sif's pupils shrank suddenly, "Christine said that?"

"Yes, her appearance corresponds to the second line of the prophecy."

"I understand. Do you want me to call for help?" Sif asked softly.

"No, you don't understand at all. Queen Sissi is just a pathfinder. There is no point in arresting her. It will only alert the enemy. It is better to pretend that you know nothing and play with her."

Sif suddenly realized and said with a smile: "This Queen Sissi is probably still dreaming of seducing you with all her charm and making a profit, but she doesn't know that she is the prey. I leave this to you. I just want to go out and relax."

In the reception room, Roland received Queen Sissi politely but coldly.

Looking at Roland's cold expression, Queen Sissi lowered her head slightly and whispered softly: "Are you still angry because I want to become the commander of the mobile force?"

"Ms. Sissi, if you're here to talk nonsense, I suggest you leave now. Our time is valuable."

Roland did not buy Queen Sissi's disguised apology.

Queen Sissi, who had no idea that her true identity had been exposed, took off her lace gloves very naturally and placed them on the table, casually showing her bare hands to Roland.

Roland had seen many beautiful girls.

Most of these girls come from noble families. They don't need to do heavy labor or fight against oil fumes in the kitchen. They all have very delicate hands.

Sister Lisa's hands used to be a little rough, but after the magma nirvana, her skin was refreshed and exceptionally beautiful.

Sif's fair skin, Alina's slenderness, Lisa's gentleness, Christine's holiness, and even Sophia's coldness, their hands are beautiful in their own ways.

He didn't think that Queen Sissi taking off her gloves would cause him any disturbance.

However, the hands displayed in front of Roland did not have any flaws. They were like carefully carved and polished mutton-fat jade, without any impurities, yet just the right softness.

If Sif and other girls' slender hands are like a pair of hands growing on beautiful girls' bodies, then Queen Sissi's hands are like a natural extension of her body.

It doesn't grow out, it has always been there.

Roland even had the illusion that these hands led directly to a realm of pure beauty, and that Queen Sissi herself was the beautiful woman hanging on these hands.

As soon as Roland raised his right hand, the number Sif had mentioned appeared in front of his eyes.

fifteen.

No matter how beautiful Queen Sissi was, he didn't want to become cave brothers with fifteen unknown male creatures.

What's more, her feminine charm is not as good as Sif's.

The corners of Roland's lips raised slightly.

One advantage of marrying the most beautiful girl in the world is that you will have a strong resistance to beauty.

"Queen Sissi, if you have anything to say, please speak directly. We are allies."

Queen Sissi raised her head slightly and said softly, "Do you have time to listen to a story?"

"I'm not very interested in stories that can't be submitted to the Sun."

Unlike the Continental Congress, which stood on the moral high ground and urinated and defecated anywhere, this time Roland simply lay down in the moral lowland and yawned, focusing on a flexible bottom line. Queen Sissi probably didn't expect Roland to say this, and was slightly stunned, but quickly adjusted her mood.

She murmured faintly: "If you want to exchange a poor woman's tragic experience for money, you can do so."

Roland shrugged and motioned for her to start performing, but he felt more alert inside.

As he expected, Queen Sissi's move was really brilliant.

She planned to use her beauty as an opening remark, but with the presence of Sif, ordinary temptation was useless, so she took off her gloves.

Hands and feet are very special.

According to their functions, they have nothing to do with sexual temptation.

Animals will never become aroused by the sight of the hooves of the opposite sex.

But humans are different.

Humans associate.

When I see short sleeves, I immediately think of white arms, I immediately think of naked bodies, I immediately think of...
Ahem, in short, hands and feet are very strange organs.

In particular, the round and slender girl's feet, even if they are just exposed inadvertently, will arouse the diners' desire to play with and appreciate them.

Queen Sissi was a person of status, so naturally she couldn't take off her shoes and show her feet as soon as she entered the door.

Even if she could do such a thing, her sudden appearance would spoil the mood.

Besides, she couldn't seduce Roland even if she took off her shoes.

So she chose her slender bare hands.

If she just stretched out her hands, it would have no effect, so she wore lace gloves.

The white lace is pushed aside, and the jade shoots slowly appear. This contrasting visual impact is a fatal temptation to any man.

Roland is a man with completely normal sexual orientation and he is young.

He is also included.

If Sif and Christine hadn't reminded him, he might have lost his composure.

But there was only one number in front of him now, fifteen.

Roland sighed in his heart.

Both young women and bitches have experienced men, but in completely different ways.

Young women are married ladies who exude a charming aura from youth to maturity and have a unique charm that comes from the hardships of life.

Embrace the young woman who is loyal to her family tightly in your arms, grab her as you please, and watch her reluctantly accept it - this is the correct way to appreciate a young woman.

If Queen Sissi was a young woman, Sif wouldn't mind, and Roland probably wouldn't refuse a friendly match with political purposes.

But bitch is different.

That's the toilet.

People with mediocre appearance are smelly dry toilets, while people with outstanding appearance are clean and tidy high-end toilets.

Queen Sissi is.
Five star toilet.

Roland lowered his head slightly, letting the disgust in his eyes dissipate in the air.

He slowly reached out his hand.

At this moment he had to behave like a normal man and take advantage of the situation.

Yet he still felt nauseous inside.

The pain that Christine had experienced, now it was his turn.

His fingertips stopped abruptly a few centimeters away from the back of Queen Sissi's white hand.

It seemed as if the pause froze the smile on Queen Sissi's face.

"I'm sorry I almost offended your innocence."

Roland smiled and retracted his fingertips, calmly returned to his seat and picked up the teacup.

"Fortunately, my sexual orientation is relatively conventional. I prefer girls' slender feet. Can you start your story?"

Queen Sissi narrowed her eyes, with a hint of anger lingering in them.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and this time she was really angry.

It was taboo to mention her feet, and Roland accidentally broke the taboo.

But she couldn't just walk away, she just asked back in displeasure:
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Maybe your wife has the most beautiful feet in the world, but I don't want to let anyone other than my husband explore my privacy."

As Queen Sissi spoke in a trembling tone, tears rolled down her cheeks.

This is like the weak posture of a lily swaying in the wind and rain, which will arouse any man's strong desire to protect her.

If he didn't know the details, Roland would probably be the same.

But he knew.

He held the teacup but stopped drinking. His meaning was obvious: if he didn't tell his story, he could leave.

Queen Sissi wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and when she looked up again, her face was full of sadness.

“I was once the most beautiful woman in the world.”

"That was indeed the case ten years ago." Roland responded calmly.

Queen Sissi was not angry because of Roland's interruption. She opened her arms as if embracing the storm in the void, and her sad voice was particularly ethereal.

"Until I met Sophia."

She told the story of how she met Sophia.

Before they got married, they were close friends because they were both descendants of Odin and nobles.

Their friendship was unbreakable until Ivan the Terrible came along.

Ivan IV once proposed to Queen Sissi's family, hoping to marry her.

However, before her father could respond, he was intercepted by Sophia's family.

Sophia's family was a hereditary dukedom, and their power and status were far greater than that of Queen Sissi.

"She just stole my marriage partner like that."

This story left Roland stunned, feeling a little overwhelmed.

It is probably true that Queen Sissi would not hide anything about such a thing.

Judging from the fact that Sophia completely cut off contact with her family after marriage and did not go to pay her respects when her parents passed away, Sophia probably did not like this marriage and only accepted it reluctantly.

Later, because of her failed marriage, she hated her blind parents even more.

Everything can be explained.

Sophia fairly hated everyone who had made her feel uncomfortable in this matter.

Ivan IV, his parents, and Sissi, who was neglected by her husband.

Sophia is the type of person who never waits for revenge, and of course she will not let Queen Sissi go.

The following story was indeed as Roland had guessed, nothing new.

After listening to Queen Sissi's chatter, Roland said nothing.

Looking at her expectant eyes, Roland asked calmly: "I am not interested in the old grudges between women. Tell me, what do you want?"

Queen Sissi lowered her voice and asked, "Roland, are you really willing to stay in a place like Saint Rurik Castle for the rest of your life and only see your beloved wife occasionally?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Roland's expression changed slightly.

"We have a common enemy." Queen Sissi's expression suddenly became unusually calm, as if the story she had just accused Sophia of was not told by her.

"I am listening."

"Sophia is very weak now and she is struggling. This is our only chance to get rid of her!"

Roland was almost amused. He pointed at the tip of his nose and asked in surprise:
"You mean, I get rid of Sophia?"

This is ridiculous.

Queen Sissi nodded and said, "I dare not judge your behavior. I just hope you will remember what I said today. Next time you see Sophia, observe her carefully and you will know that I am not lying."

She stood up and said faintly, "Roland, you are still young. Do you want to be oppressed by Sophia for the rest of your life? I've experienced it, and it's very uncomfortable."

"Shut up! Sophia is my monarch!" Roland's breathing was a little rapid.

"But you're not her dog."

After saying this, Queen Sissi was no longer as weak as before, and she left with her head held high without even saying goodbye.

Roland's heartbeat became a little disordered as he watched her figure disappear into the distance.

If Sophia is really weak below the kill line, what should he do?
Queen Sissi's words stung his heart deeply.

If this were a game, he would treat a beautifully drawn, arrogant female character like Sophia as his wife, and even shout "I am Miss Sophia's dog!"

But this isn't a game, this is the real world.

Queen Sissi was very good at judging people, and she didn't like being bullied.

Roland stood up irritably and walked out the door.

He must go out and relax.

Walking aimlessly on the street, the patrolmen passing by stopped and saluted him; pedestrians shopping also stood on the roadside and cast admiring glances at him.

In the minds of these people, Roland is an omnipotent being.

They didn't know that Roland was in a state of confusion.

A breeze blew by, and Hong Wen's face gradually calmed down.

Any decision required correct intelligence, so he had to first determine whether Sophia had really lost her power.

Unintentionally, he walked to the residence of the Jinyuan Kingdom delegation.

Now that he was here, Roland simply strode inside.

"The stars told me that my good friend is standing at the crossroads of fate. Tell me, how can I help?"

Alina brought Roland a cup of fruit tea, held her chin with one hand, and asked with a smile.

"I would like you to help me deduce a person."

"Who?" Alina was a little curious. Roland didn't really believe in divination, and he rarely asked her for divination. Today was indeed a little strange.

"Sofia."

Alina was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook her head, "I'm sorry, I've deduced this before, but her fate was shrouded by an invisible force. I later learned that it was the power of an unformed godhead."

Roland lowered his voice and asked, "If we force the deduction, can we bear the cost of the backlash?"

"Of course it's no problem. She is strong, but I am also growing."

Alina said calmly: "It's just that you never do useless things, I am a little curious."

"It's not a waste of effort. You just need to judge whether the deduction can be made. No specific results are needed."

Roland's eyes lit up.

If we can deduce Sophia's fate, then there is really something wrong.

When Alina unfolded the angel cards and began to deduce, Roland's heart beat faster.

In addition to waiting for the deduction results, he also faces bigger challenges.

If something really went wrong with Sophia's powers, how should he treat her?
Before the Battle of Baishan, this was not a problem at all, kill!

But they fought side by side in Baishan and experienced life and death together. Can he swing this sword?

When the last card in Alina's hand fell, Roland's eyes were filled with confusion.

He didn't even know what result he was looking forward to. (End of this chapter)