in the name of the queen.

New Bodenburg, the city of the sky.

The name of this city is used to commemorate Bodenburg, the birthplace of the Kingdom of Prudence, and also represents the importance the Kingdom of Prudence attaches to this overseas province.

The provincial administrator here is not even the governor, but a high official.

Not only that, in accordance with the military system of the Kingdom of Prudence, a field army, a garrison division and an independent brigade of the royal direct forces were arranged here according to the standards of an important strategic province, totaling more than 68,000 people, and the military commander was a senior lieutenant general.

Even by Roland's strict standards, this army was a standard elite force.

In order to capture a province guarded by such an elite force, Roland estimated that more than 150,000 main forces of the mainstream country of Rodinia would be needed.

With such a powerful military force, it can easily dominate the southern continent.

If we just want to defend Skyrim Province, even one-third of the military force will be enough.

The ambition of the Kingdom of Pruden is evident from the fact that nearly 70,000 local elite troops are stationed here.

When Roland entered Skyrim, he became more certain of this.

The Kingdom of Pruden does not want to defend the Sky Province, but to take advantage of the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of other major powers withdrawing from the southern continent to expand its sphere of influence.

According to the map, the town of Rama where Roland was staying tonight was about 170 miles away from the border of Sky Province.

But this place is now a border city of Skyrim Province.

According to Roland's observation, the defensive positions here were not set up according to the standards of a border city.

On the contrary, this place was built as a transportation hub and trade node.

Obviously, this is not the end of the expansion, but the forward base.

The ambition of the Pruden Kingdom is fully reflected in this small town.

Since it was the territory of an alliance partner country, there was no need for Roland to enter the city like a thief.

He openly revealed the identity he used to conceal his true identity.

This was not a fake identity, he even issued himself an official appointment document.

Anyway, he is the central minister of the empire, no one dares to object, and Sophia will not care.

"Viscount Dorothy of the Vladimir Empire requests a reception commensurate with his status."

Roland raised his head, looked at the captain of the town's garrison with his chin, and spoke with a hint of disdain.

The captain of the garrison only glanced at Roland's noble badge and did not examine it carefully.

Impersonating a noble from a major country on the Rodinian continent? The last person who did this had his entire family removed from the household registration book.

Pretending to be a noble title from another country was just an abstract death, while pretending to be a noble title from the Vladimir Empire, death was even a mercy.

The demeanor and arrogance of the viscount in front of him were simply the template of an aristocrat, so the garrison captain dared not doubt it.

He quickly sent someone to welcome Roland to the City Hall and received him according to the highest standards for a viscount.

Of course, the Viscount does not have to pay the bill personally, he just needs to sign.

Roland signed his name in a very beautiful cursive script.

He didn't even bother to use a pseudonym, he just changed the suffix of his last name.

Anyway, the petty officials in the countryside didn't understand what he wrote at all.

Sure enough, the garrison captain nodded and bowed, holding the bill and left without any doubt.

Since the Viscount is here on official business, the bill will naturally be paid by the Vladimir Empire.

The garrison captain only needs to send the bill back to the country, and the foreign affairs department will naturally handle it.

He really didn't have time to waste on the viscount who was obviously a playboy. He also had to prepare various supplies, food, and weapons to provide supplies for the various troops that would arrive the next day or the day after tomorrow.

For the busy Viscount Dorothy, staying on the top floor of the Town Hall was just a minor episode.

Rama Town continued to be busy, and the busy pace did not change at all because of a certain playboy and his beautiful wife.

"That playboy's wife is so beautiful."

"Yeah, come on, stop talking nonsense and do your work!"

Garrison Captain Hamos was scolding his men harshly when he suddenly noticed the playboy he had just discussed appeared in front of him.

Although some people feel sorry for the playboy's beautiful wife, Hamos is an official who clearly distinguishes between public and private affairs. In fact, most officials of the Kingdom of Pruden are like this.

He quickly stood up and saluted Roland. "Viscount Roland Sophie Dorothy, what do you want to talk to me about? As you can see, this place is a bit messy."

His words were polite, but he used Roland's full name when addressing him, which clearly showed his distance.

Moreover, he made it clear to Roland in his words that he was busy with important matters here and asked him not to bother him if he had nothing to do.

Roland just smiled slightly. Although he could make a living with his ability, most of the time people would assume that he made a living with his looks after seeing his handsome appearance.

The gigolo of Queen Sylph, the secret lover of Queen Golden Kite, the close friend whom Queen Sophia meets late at night, and the beloved relative of the future Queen of the Magic Empire.

In short, this is the default image of him in many people's minds.

Lieutenant Colonel Hamos's attitude did not surprise him; he even considered it a compliment.

Only people without talent would feel offended by being praised for their handsome appearance. Roland is a talented person, and he likes to hear these words.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hamos, right? I have some personal connections with your country's Duke Reinhardt. Since I'm in your territory, I certainly wouldn't mind helping the Duke solve some problems."

"If you need anything, I know a little about swordsmanship, so I might be able to help you."

Roland smiled, revealing his sturdy arms inadvertently.

Looking at Roland flexing his muscles, Hamos was speechless.

Know a little about swordsmanship?

Ah, yes, yes, that's what the nobles always say. They love fencing and even distinguish between different styles of fencing, such as foil, epee, and saber.

Hamos never denied that fencing was a very fashionable and noble sport, but he also never thought that swordsmanship could play any role on the battlefield in this era.

Sword fighting was meaningless in the face of muskets and cannons.

Those nobles who claim to be masters of swordsmanship will choose muskets and spears as their weapons whenever they go to the battlefield.

Sword masters all understand that attack range is the most important attribute of a weapon.

Hamos had no hesitation in regarding Roland as a young nobleman who had no practical experience but was very good at showing off.

Compared with the dandy young man, this self-righteous guy is more troublesome.

Hamos was silent for a moment, then saluted Roland very politely.

"Respected Viscount Dorothy, the Kingdom of Pruden is capable of protecting its own citizens, as well as citizens of friendly countries."

"Okay, I believe you. But my promise will not change if necessary."

"Then I will come back to trouble Your Excellency the Viscount." Hamos took over the conversation very politely.

Roland nodded and turned to leave.

Looking at his graceful back as he left, Hamos breathed a sigh of relief and didn't take it too seriously.

He became more and more certain that Roland was the second-generation rich man who went abroad to the Southern Continent to gild his reputation.

In order to pave the way for himself to gain power, he needs some grassroots work experience.

For example, a resume like "representing the country in a diplomatic mission to the southern continent and solving XX problems for allies."

Hamos was no longer surprised by such behavior. Even in the Kingdom of Pruden, which was on the rise and had a relatively clean official atmosphere, there were similar behaviors. How could the Vladimir Empire, where corruption was very serious, be immune to it?

He even thought about how to give Viscount Dorothy a chance to show his abilities so that he could write a brilliant chapter on his resume.

Perhaps we can find a way to wipe out the nearby Yahoo communities. Please invite Viscount Dorothy to come to the site for guidance.

Now that he has asked, we can’t let him go away empty-handed.

Lieutenant Colonel Hamos just thought about it casually, and then he was attracted by the more busy work and stopped thinking about it. While he continued to be busy, Roland returned to the suite on the top floor of the City Hall.

As a nobleman representing the country on a diplomatic mission, he was indeed qualified to receive official receptions, and he could enjoy it all with peace of mind.

Although the conditions here are like the countryside compared to the Winter Palace and the Garden of Eden in China, Hamos still strictly follows the highest standards for reception.

"A mid-level official in Pruden who fits the stereotype, with the potential to become a major general or even a lieutenant general in the army."

This is Roland's objective evaluation of Hamos.

Putting down the book in her hand, Lisa stood up with a smile, took Roland's coat and hung it on the bare, unpainted coat rack next to her.

“Stereotypes are formed not because of individual cases, but because of commonalities.”

Lisa said softly.

Roland had said these words himself, and she was using them to remind him not to meddle in other people's affairs.

Roland did not continue the topic, but said calmly: "Other matters can be ignored, but the Kingdom of Pruden is an important member of the alliance, and Duke Reinhard is the commander of the special mobile force. I can't watch them suffer."

"Are you feeling guilty for leading the enemy to the south?" Lisa was a little surprised. She was embarrassed that Roland would show such an emotion.
Roland couldn't help but pinch her soft and plump face, and said with a stern face:
"Is this the image of me in your mind?"

"Although I don't feel guilty, I don't want to leave any flaws in my state of mind. It is true that I went south to help the tribe attract the attention of the Yehu, and it is also true that they attacked the Pruden Kingdom."

"Okay, then I'll accompany you." Lisa closed her eyes and enjoyed Roland's seemingly rough but actually gentle kneading.

There is no end to the journey south, only one goal, which is to find traces of previous generations of the God's Punishment Legion.

The God's Punishment Legion will not disappear out of thin air, they must still be there.

Not only do they exist, they have even grown stronger, ready to respond to the goddess' call at the critical moment and give a severe blow to those disobedient tribes.

There may be useful clues in Skyrim.

So Skyrim must remain in Alliance hands.

Roland may not like the Kingdom of Pruden, but he will definitely protect them.

"Unfortunately, that idiot named Hamos doesn't understand your good intentions at all."

Roland smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

People are always unable to imagine things beyond their cognition. Lieutenant Colonel Hamos may have heard of the reputation of Sophia Baishan's sword and the story of the war machine destroying a city.

But his instincts couldn't accept this.

Even if I could accept it, I couldn't accept that Playboy was such a strong man.

Roland picked up Lisa and walked towards the bedroom.

Sister Lisa is the most beautiful color in this slightly boring journey.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Roland, who has long been accustomed to the highest level of enjoyment, finds it difficult to endure the hardship of sleeping in the open air.

He needed the Garden of Eden, and even more he needed the gentle land within it.

While Roland was working hard until midnight, Hamos, who was also busy until midnight, still did not rest.

He flipped through the documents at hand and fell into deep thought.

His work had been going smoothly recently, except for one thing that made him feel vaguely uneasy.

None of the four scouts he had sent out to scout north had returned.

The last carrier pigeon they sent back was three days ago.

The sentinels discovered a large number of Yahoos gathering in a valley a hundred miles away.

Obviously, the expansion path of the Kingdom of Pruden was unacceptable to these Yahoos.

They united and prepared to fight the kingdom to the end.

In response, Lieutenant Colonel Hamos just wanted to laugh.

If these Yahus were to harass and attack in dispersed locations, they might be able to cause trouble for the Kingdom's army, but wouldn't a head-on attack be courting death?

According to the sentinels' observations, this army was the elite among the Yehu.

They wore leather armor, used bows and arrows with iron arrowheads, and could even form simple queues.

They are really elite.

If these guys could go back to the early days of the Odin Empire, perhaps they would have a chance to create the miracle of annihilating the Imperial Legion in the Battle of the Black Forest.

but not now.

The Kingdom of Pruden has recently achieved brilliant results in the fields of scientific and technological archaeology.

Although they did not dare to dig up war machinery, they replicated the breech-loading rifle production line and even used this technology to exchange for a large amount of resources from the Alliance.

The Skyrim Province garrison was equipped with 13,000 breech-loading rifles with standard rifling. The bullet range was over 300 meters, and the loading speed had reached a terrifying rate of one round every two seconds.

Just one battalion, no, one company of elite infantry is enough to defeat tens of thousands of Yehu.

This is Lieutenant Colonel Hamos's estimate.

In fact, his estimate was conservative in the army. The radicals even believed that a battalion charge could defeat tens of thousands of Yahoos.

This is the charm of archaeology, and even more so the crushing power of Alemannic technology.

How could the Kingdom of Pruden be afraid of a mere Yahu?

Hamos yawned, put away the documents in front of him and went back to the bedroom.

He soon fell asleep, and began to fantasize about being promoted to a higher rank or even getting an extra silver star (Brigadier General) after the battle in Skyrim.

With a beautiful vision of the future, he slept soundly.

He was even forcibly awakened by his adjutant who broke down his bedroom door.

"Lieutenant Colonel, something bad has happened!"

Hamos glared at the adjutant unhappily and muttered in a low voice: "The lieutenant colonel is indeed not very good. No matter who is pulled out of bed, it will not be good."

"Lieutenant Colonel, that's not what I meant."

The adjutant's face flushed. "Yahu has broken in. They used explosives to blow open the north gate and have already entered the North Avenue."

Yahoo, dynamite, breaking the city
These words were not unfamiliar to Hamos, but when combined together they formed a small language that was suspected to be Odinese.

I know every word, but I can't understand them together.

Fu Guang knew that Hamos was confused, so he shook his head vigorously and roared loudly:

"Lieutenant Colonel, Rama can no longer hold on! Let's go! I will try my best to buy you time to break out and retreat!"

Hamos slapped himself hard and finally woke up from the nightmare.

He was silent for a moment, then coldly ordered his adjutant, "Lead the cavalry to break out immediately and tell the general this bad news."

"Sir Lieutenant Colonel, what are you going to do?" the adjutant asked anxiously.

"You are good at riding. Only you can do this. Go quickly. This is an order!"

Hamos kicked the adjutant, sending him several meters away.

Looking at the fire burning outside the window, Hamos opened the drawer tremblingly, took out a Brownie pistol, and pointed the muzzle at his temple.

"Goodbye, this world"

Wait, it seems that he still has a glimmer of hope, although not much, but not completely gone.

Viscount Dorothy was still on the rooftop, calm and composed.

To be so calm, he must be either an idiot or a hidden strong man.

Hamos prayed silently, hoping that God would bless him. (End of this chapter)