in the name of the queen.

The morning light awakens the sleeping city and the busy people, but it cannot awaken the young lovers who have stayed up all night and embraced each other in the sun.

Feeling Roland's great passion again, Alina dodged in a panic, "You, you don't have anything to do today?"

"Yes, but nothing is more important than accompanying you."

Roland's sincere gaze made Alina's cheeks flushed. She buried her head in Roland's arms and murmured:

"Roland, I want a child."

Now that the window paper has been broken, Alina is frank and not pretentious at all.

"Okay, after we finish the wedding, I'll give it to you first." Roland certainly wouldn't refuse such a reasonable request.

However, Alina was not as excited as he had expected. Her eyes even looked a little lonely.

"You already have Sylph."

"You and she enjoy the same treatment." Roland looked at Alina in surprise, very puzzled.

It is said that girls are eager to wear wedding dresses and marry the person they love most. Could it be that what he heard was false?
Of course it's not fake, but Alina is different from ordinary people.

She said softly, "You and Sylph are already engaged. Even if you hold the wedding together, she will be the undisputed legal wife in everyone's eyes."

Roland was silent.

Alina was right. No matter from which angle you looked at it, Sylph was the legal wife.

Even if he announced to the public that they were equal in status, Alina would still be a head shorter than him.

He had no choice but to hold Alina's soft hand and whispered, "It doesn't matter what others think. I will treat you all the same."

Alina smiled brightly, and Roland's words were particularly warm. Her nose felt slightly sour when she thought of how Roland risked his life to go to Jinyuan for her and help her take revenge and seize power and ascend the throne.

Considering Roland's efforts, she shouldn't have rejected his arrangement.

But she really didn't want to be a concubine.

There was a hint of fatigue in her soft voice. "Roland, I shouldn't have rejected you, but I..."

"I understand."

Roland pressed his slender fingers on her lips and said in a deep voice: "I helped you, and you repaid me with your full support after you came to power. We don't owe each other anything, and you have the right to make your choice."

"I respect your choice, it's just a pity."

Roland shrugged, his fiery eyes falling on Alina's fair skin.

"Such a beautiful girl is drifting away from me, and I still feel a little sad."

Roland's words instantly made Alina explode.

She sat up suddenly, stared at Roland fiercely, grabbed his chest, and asked in a low voice with some anger:

"Roland, what do you mean? I am a well-educated, self-disciplined girl. Do you want to just play around and abandon me?"

what?
This time it was Roland's turn to be confused. You said you didn't want to marry, what's going on?

Although he always had a problem understanding girls, Alina still made his brain short-circuit instantly.

Seeing Roland's confused look, Alina burst out laughing.

She let go of Roland's hand, her cheeks slightly red.

"I just said I won't marry you, but I didn't say I won't be your lover."

Roland's eyes widened, becoming even more puzzled.

Even if others think that her status is lower than Sif, she is still a formally married wife. How could she be a lover instead of a wife?

Looking at Roland's puzzled eyes, Alina raised the corners of her lips slightly and said softly and firmly:

"I am your first lover, right?"

"If you wish, you can be the last one." Roland probably understood Alina's thoughts and quickly carried the sedan chair for her.

"No."

Alina pressed Roland with her soft palm. "I don't want you to be bound by anything. Roland, you are free. But my world doesn't have that much time for love between men and women, so I only have you."

"That's not fair." Roland felt a little embarrassed.

"It'll be fair as long as you do one thing." Alina smiled happily.

"You tell me, I promise to do it." Roland felt a little guilty and agreed without hesitation.

He understood why Alina made that choice.

Alina is not just a person, she is also the patriarch of the Bonaparte family, the emperor of the Golden Kite Republic, and the national goddess of the Golden Kite Republic.

The Jinyuan people are proud, and they can only accept being on equal footing with the top powers.

If Alina publicly married Roland, her ranking would be behind Sylph, which would mean that the Kingdom of Golden Kite would be inferior to Sussex.

Even if Alina is the liberator and the emperor of the Republic, it won't work.

Or perhaps it was precisely because her prestige was so high that she could not be anyone's concubine.

Her marriage to Roland was a devastating blow to the dignity of the Golden Kite people.

They could never hold their heads up before the Sussexes.

The angry people of Golden Kite may even impeach or overthrow Alina.

It was the support of the people across the country that allowed her to ascend the throne. If she hurt everyone, she would be despised by everyone until she lost her throne.

But being a lover is different.

That is the private life of the aristocratic circle, and no one has the right to interfere.

The Golden Kite people would even cheer because their emperor cheated on Queen Sussex.

Although Alina did not mention this twisted mentality directly, Roland completely understood it.

Alina's request was simple, "Don't think about other women when you're with me!"

Roland certainly would not refuse such a simple request. He nodded gently and sighed, "I'm sorry to have wronged you. I heard that every girl is the most beautiful angel when she puts on her wedding dress."

"What a pity."

Alina said disapprovingly: "Even if I put on the best dress, can I steal the limelight from your wife?"

Of course not.

Comparing charm with Sylph is as ridiculous as competing strength with Sophia.

Possessing the charm of both humans and elves, her beauty is natural and impeccable.

Alina wasn't being modest, she was just a little helpless.

She could say that, but Roland couldn't take it.

He smiled and said: "Everyone has their own unique charm. Your independence and confidence cannot be learned by others."

Roland was not exaggerating, Alina was indeed a representative of independent women of this era.

If she got married, even if she married Roland alone, most of her glory would fade away.

She is successful in her career, has outstanding strength, is beautiful but not vulgar, and does not succumb to secular marriage.

Such women would be cool even in the 21st century, let alone the Age of Enlightenment.

Being single is also part of Alina’s charm.

Roland had nothing to say, so he could only hug Alina tightly and give her the warmest warmth.

Being held in Roland's arms, Alina's body was as warm as a small stove.

She finally couldn't stand it anymore, bit her lip and whispered softly: "If you're okay, then..."

Roland responded with action.

He couldn't understand Alina's heartbeat, after all, the armor protecting her heart was a bit thick.

But he felt Alina's temperature rising.

Like a blazing flame.

Roland transformed into a firefighter and began to put out the fire he had started.

Roland didn't leave Alina's mansion until noon.

No one noticed that his calves were trembling slightly.

Perhaps it was because she didn't know when they would meet next time, or perhaps it was because of Roland's understanding and respect, or perhaps it was because she wanted to leave a legacy to the family as soon as possible, Alina's enthusiasm was simply beyond the reach of the succubus.

Roland was sweating profusely, and finally left the battle in a dignified manner after this long tug-of-war.

The warm spring sun shining on his body restored some of his strength.

Thinking of Alina's enthusiasm last night and her calmness this morning, Roland felt deeply moved. Being at the top of the power pyramid, one can gain power that countless people envy, but one will also lose a lot.

Sylph was unable to reunite with her father like an ordinary family.

Sophia will never be able to feel the warmth of family.

Alina could only be his lover out of consideration for national sentiment.

In order to repay her teacher's care in the past, Christine must preserve the Wende Empire.

Even sister Lisa, who used to be very simple, has to stand up for her motherland, the Kingdom of Talia.

Everyone has things they have to do.

He is also included.

Roland found a restaurant and had a hearty meal to replenish his physical strength from the intense consumption of the previous night, which was comparable to that of a hundred battles. His somewhat scattered spirit gradually gathered.

He narrowed his eyes and began to sort out his thoughts.

In front of Sophia, he had to appear calm and confident that everything was under control, but the Kingdom of Tyrol was by no means easy to deal with.

He had no useful information on how deeply the Darkin had infiltrated the country, or what the attitudes of the non-Darkin descendants of Odin were toward them.

Sophia killed too fast.

According to his understanding, it would be better to kidnap Queen Sissi and torture her than to kill her.

After all, she is a Darkin Pathfinder, so the information she possesses must be extraordinary.

Sophia enjoyed the killing, but the difficulty of the aftermath was increased by an unknown amount.

Although Roland had a general idea, there were still many details that needed to be considered.

After lunch, he walked into the town hall of the Val city-state alone.

He is the Caesar of the Sussex Empire, the Prime Minister of the Golden Kite Republic, the Cardinal Minister of the Vladimir Empire, and the Honorary Archon of the Val City-State.

So he also has his own office in the city-state of Val.

The captain of the guard at the door recognized Roland and saluted him nervously.

The new recruits around the captain of the guard did not recognize Roland. They saluted in confusion following the captain, but they could not figure out Roland's identity.

Seeing that Roland looked young, had an extraordinary bearing, and was wearing gorgeous casual clothes, he subconsciously realized that Roland was a young man or a second-generation rich man.

He didn't have much respect for such people.

Watching Roland's back disappear at the stairs, he couldn't help but complain: "Captain, I've never seen you so nervous. Is this person important?"

The captain of the guard looked at the new recruit with clear eyes, pondered for a moment, and said slowly:

"He has many identities, but any of them can make our motherland disappear completely." The new soldier was frightened, his lips turned pale, and he asked hesitantly, "Could he be the monarch of a big country?"

The captain of the guard looked at the new recruit as if he were an idiot, sighed and said, "Monarch? He is not a monarch, but he can influence the decisions of three superpower monarchs and a pope."

"At least three and a half!"

The captain of the guard thought of Sophia's strength and revised his previous exaggerated statement.

Roland can decide half of Queen Sophia's decision.

As for Sylph and Alina, Roland's will is the Holy Will.

The recruit wanted to ask a few more questions but was stopped by the captain of the guard.

"Okay, young man, don't think too much, do your job well, be less impetuous, and work harder!"

The recruit was so frightened that sweat broke out all over his forehead. He quickly stood up straight and stopped talking nonsense.

While the guards were discussing Roland, he had returned to his office.

Walking into the Honorary Executive Officer's Office, Roland looked at the spotless room and neatly organized bookshelves, feeling somewhat emotional.

Val City is worthy of being the central city of the continent and the center of communication among countries. It does things in the right way.

Although he was only an honorary consul in name only, the respect the city-state of Val showed him was more than superficial.

He had just sat down when there was a knock on the door and a sweet female voice of at least 4 plus came from outside the door.

"Mr. Archon, are you free now?"

"Let me in."

Roland wanted to say that he was busy, but since he didn't want to hit someone who smiled at him, he didn't refuse.

It was his first time in this office and the political secretary came to him.

He was a little curious, what was going on?

The political secretary gently pushed open the door, walked over lightly, placed the documents on the table, and then stepped back to a place five meters away from Roland.

"Mr. Archon, this is last year's government work report and this year's work plan, as well as several very important documents. Please have a look."

Roland wanted to say that he was just a figurehead, but looking at the expectant look in the political secretary's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Then just take a look.

He was just looking around anyway.

Roland opened the government work report and just took a casual look at it, but he was still moved by it.

This work report does not contain the nonsense and official language commonly seen elsewhere, and it gets straight to the point from the beginning.

It contains everything, including how much income and expenses last year, what you did, and what you accidentally messed up.

Neither exaggerate achievements nor avoid problems.

This alone is far more than several major countries.

Last year's work report covered all aspects from politics, economy, diplomacy, and people's livelihood, but the most important part of last year's work report was the Rodinia War.

The report's authors frankly pointed out that the city-state of Val was too small to guarantee its safety by any means.

To survive, we must stand firm and tie ourselves to the chariot of the Free Alliance.

They have no choice.

If you don't follow the rules, you will be beaten up by both sides at the same time.

After all, it was last year's work report, and they could not have imagined that something beyond their understanding, such as the Rodinia Alliance, would appear the following year.

At the end of the report, the damage caused by the war to the city-state of Var was listed in detail.

They paid the price of more than 20,000 casualties, which was a heavy blow to the Val city-state with a population of only more than 700,000.

In terms of proportion alone, the casualty ratio ranks first among the countries of the Free Alliance.

Not only that, the city of Wal also suffered heavy losses in the war. According to incomplete statistics, the direct and indirect losses exceeded 4.9 million pounds.

This is almost two and a half years of fiscal revenue for the city-state of Val, and more than fifty years of fiscal surplus.

This war destroyed a generation of the Var city-state, as well as the huge wealth they had accumulated over the years.

Roland sat up straight and wrote red comments on the work report.

In the world before the time travel, this was called an important instruction.

Roland's instructions were simple: let the city-state of Val take the lead in establishing the Rodinia Inland Shipping Committee, and at the same time negotiate with the Sussex Empire's trade department to establish a free trade zone.

Although the land in the Var city-state is fertile, it is not abundant.

They have to rely on industry and trade.

In order to motivate their loyalty and dedication, Roland decided to give them a hand.

He even considered building Emre Port into a free port for the shared interests of the two countries.

At that time, the goods of the Var city-state can be shipped to the sea via inland rivers and shipped out to the port of Emre.

With smooth trade, the Val people can definitely make money with their business acumen.

In the second document, the annual work plan, Roland helped them revise and improve it, allowing them to hire workers from the Golden Kite Country to rebuild their homes.

The reconstruction costs were shared by the Val City-State, the Golden Kite Kingdom, and the Sussex Empire.

Although it costs a lot, Roland thinks it's worth it.

This is a win-win solution for all three parties.

After reviewing various documents, Roland signaled the political secretary to take the documents away.

The political secretary was a little surprised.

The Chief Consul merely reminded her to prepare the documents and issue them to Roland as soon as he showed up, and that she was not allowed to contact him if he did not show up.

Roland finally came today, and she certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity.

She originally thought that Roland was just taking a casual look, but she didn't expect him to actually write a red comment.

Not only that, Roland also helped to formulate opportunities from the perspective of Val City.

The Honorary Archon really doesn't consider himself an outsider.

The political secretary was ecstatic.

As a native of Val City, the political secretary is very familiar with the changes that have taken place in the city-state over the years.

She knew even more how important it was to the city-state of Val to hold onto those big thick legs.

Roland is their big thick legs.

Now that he has taken the initiative to respond, every Vaal will be happy.

Looking at the delighted expression of the political secretary, Roland thought to himself that every benefit has a price tag.

Val City will become the central city of the world in the future. His help is useful, but it is by no means free.

The city of Val cannot choose to remain neutral, but must stand clearly on Roland's side.

The political secretary said goodbye and left. Roland had just picked up a cup of tea to relieve his fatigue. Less than half an hour later, there was another knock on the door.

Roland frowned slightly, but still said in a low voice: "The door is not locked, come in."

The person who walked into the room was the head of the General Office.

He brought Roland a piece of news that was very unexpected.

Former Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Tyrol, Menette, paid a visit.

Roland hasn't even issued his ultimatum to the Kingdom of Tyrol yet, but this side has taken the initiative to come to their door. What should he do?
First, eliminate violence.

Anyone who comes to your door is a guest. How could the host, when in a bad mood, grab something and hit the guest on the head?
Anyway, let's meet first.

Soon, an old man with a ruddy face walked into the consul's office.

Roland looked at Menette in surprise.

This old comrade, who is over fifty, looks at least seventy years old.

Aging too fast.

Just as Roland was exchanging polite greetings with Menette, the former Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Tyrol suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of Roland.

"Roland, save Tyrol!"

How could Roland accept such a gift from an old man? He quickly helped old Menette up and said seriously:
"Mr. Menette, if it's to save you, I can probably try, but the Kingdom of Tyrol has no relationship with me. I'm not an official of your country, and I'm even an opponent. How can I save you?"

"You can be if you want!" Menette said firmly.

Roland frowned slightly, but chose to decline.

"I'm sorry, but I'm now the Cardinal Minister of the Vladimir Empire. There are some things I can't do on my own."

Menette really wanted to complain a little. Roland was not refusing, he was just raising the price.

He quickly offered a second reward, giving Roland the vacant earldom of Vistana in the Kingdom of Tyrol as a new fiefdom.

Not only that, he also told Roland that if he liked any Tyrolean lady, he could just tell her directly, and even if she was married, he would persuade her husband to make all concessions except divorce.

As long as Roland is willing to go!
If someone is too nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. This old guy is not a good person.

Roland looked at Menette with a half-smile and asked softly, "Tell me, what specific problem does your country need me to solve? If it is within my ability, I will not refuse."

"Of course you can. As a knight of light, it is your duty to dispel the darkness."

Menette looked at Roland frankly and said without hiding anything, "The Dark Race is invading our country, and even the late king's wife, Queen Sissi, is one of them."

"Your Highness, please save us."

Roland stood there in a daze, and asked in confusion: "Who is your new king? Are you sure he has no connection with the Darkin?"

"I am very sure that the new king is from a branch of the royal family and has an excellent reputation. I have watched him grow from the age of three to now, and I know him very well. After all, I am his uncle."

Roland suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

It's you, Menette, as expected. You've been waiting here.

Although it is a routine, it is a sincere routine.

Roland nodded and made only one request, that he would give a lecture tour throughout Tyrol.

What he is doing is not noble, but selfish.

He must become stronger by spreading knowledge.

Faced with Roland's "unreasonable request", Menette smiled happily.

As long as Roland is willing to help, any conditions can be proposed.

Even if Roland was curious enough to want to taste what the late Queen Sissi tasted like, he would arrange it.

Looking at Menette's fanatical eyes, Roland felt a little confused.

This old guy couldn't have any crazy ideas.

Anyway, I wish him good luck. (End of this chapter)