After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

As human beings, some people possess the power of demigods and can flatten a mountain with a wave of their hands. If they were not bound by rules, it would not be a problem for one person to destroy a city or even a country.

How can such human beings be equal to other living beings?

Equality of all beings only exists in the ordinary world where the gap in fighting power between people is not too great.

Tiamat has never had the soil of equality, so naturally it cannot produce the sweet fruits of democracy and freedom.

"The king protects, the king bestows, the king carries the burden" is the main theme of this world.

Although major news agencies touted Roland as a fighter for freedom and equality, he himself never thought of it that way.

Lowe understood Roland's intention very well and was very satisfied.

After some discussion, Roland stared at Luo Wei and asked calmly, "Lord Luo Wei, are you willing to serve as the Minister of Supervision?"

Without any hesitation, Lowe answered loudly, "It's my honor."

He knew that he had a bad family background and had the stain of patricide, so he was a typical lone minister.

Roland appointed him as the Minister of Censorship in order to bring out his lonely character to the fullest.

But he had no doubt.

He trusts his own judgment of people.

As long as you do a good job for Roland, I will never treat him unfairly.

He had already lost everything and had nothing left to lose.

Any hesitation would be an insult to him and a lack of trust in Roland.

Serving concurrently as the Minister of Supervision meant that he retained his seat in the cabinet, but Roland would most likely not allow him to continue serving as Feng Ling's deputy.

Thinking of this boss who was full of contempt for him but was very capable, Lowe sighed softly.

He could imagine that it was probably because Feng Ling blew the wind in Roland's ears that he lost his position as the second prime minister.

The relationship between Roland and Feng Ling is no secret.

No king would spend all day with his prime minister on his arm.

Unless there is adultery between them, bah, love.

Just as he was about to leave, Roland smiled and encouraged him, "Lord Luo Wei, you have to serve as both the Deputy Prime Minister and the Minister of Supervision. The burden on you is very heavy."

"Your Majesty, I..."

Lowe stood there in a daze, somewhat at a loss.

Seeing his dull eyes, Roland smiled and reminded him, "It is Fengling's insistence that you continue to serve as the Second Prime Minister. Do your job well, and I will not ignore your achievements."

Luo Wei's eyes were slightly red with excitement, but he did not pretend to be loyal.

He calmly expressed his gratitude to Roland and turned away carefully.

After Lowe left, a person slowly walked out from behind the screen behind Roland. It was Feng Ling.

"What do you think of him, dear?"

"You're right, he is the most suitable candidate." Feng Ling frowned and sighed.

"In fact, if you think about it carefully, his bad reputation is mainly due to patricide. If Lashall had been decent himself, Lowe wouldn't have been so miserable."

Feng Ling shook her head and asked softly, "If you deal with the old Minhausen people, some people will definitely say that you are ungrateful."

"Let them talk. If you don't attract envy, you are mediocre. Only real losers don't have bad reviews."

Roland smiled disapprovingly: "Bad reviews from enemies are the best compliments."

Feng Ling accepted Roland's statement with a smile, but soon thought of another thing.

"Roland, the maids in your palace need to be replaced. The queen is embarrassed to say it directly, so I have to say it."

She looked at Roland's expression, which gradually became serious.

"Before you were a viscount, it was nothing to have grandpa and grandma as servants, but now you are a king wearing three crowns, and your every word and action represents the image of the country."

"Then who do you want to replace?"

Feng Ling said firmly: "The best choice is between humans and elves."

Looking at Feng Ling's persistent gaze, Roland followed suit.

"Do as you say."

Seeing that Roland respected her opinion, Feng Ling felt a little better.

She saw the newspapers and magazines on the table out of the corner of her eye, and her brows furrowed again.

"Other things are fine, but why publish our private affairs as well?"

Seeing her blushing face, Roland laughed and held her in his arms. "It doesn't matter. As long as it's based on facts, let them report it as they please."

“I respect the freedom of the press.”

Feng Ling was held in Roland's arms, her body trembling slightly. Just when she was at a loss, a notification sounded outside the door.

"The general wants to see you!"

General?

Feng Ling jumped up as if pricked by a needle and quickly looked for a place to hide.

Seeing the screen where she had been hiding, she quickly got inside.

Roland was just about to remind her that she could leave through the window when footsteps were heard outside the door.

Sandra is here.

She was wearing a loose robe, and her back was bulging, as if she was carrying something.

Roland always felt that this scene seemed to have happened somewhere before.

Just when he was about to say hello to Sandra, she had already knelt on one knee and gracefully tore off her outer robe.

Under the long robe, her skin is as white as cream and her curves are soft and beautiful.

This wasn't the first time Roland had seen her undress.

The last time she did this was when she was asking for forgiveness.

No, this time she came in with a bramble on her back as well.

Roland didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They hadn't seen each other for so many days, and now they were going to have something so exciting?

He smiled and teased, "Sandra, what are you doing? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Your Majesty, I am guilty."

Sandra raised her head, her body trembling slightly as she spoke, "When you were away, Fandel, Fengling, I and I decided to choose a concubine without your knowledge."

"Although you didn't tell me in advance, it's not a bad thing. I'm very grateful."

Roland thought that Feng Ling was behind the screen, so he stepped forward to stop Sandra. However, Sandra was faster. She had already taken off the thorns on her back and handed them to Roland.

Beads of sweat slowly slid down Roland's forehead.

If there was no one behind the screen, he would gently slap her a few times, even if it was just for fun.

But not now, the wind chimes are still there.

Some things are fine to do behind closed doors, but their nature changes when others are watching.

Fengling is smarter, but her thinking is simple; Sandra is sharp-minded, but her train of thought is sometimes strange.

Only God knows what sparks will be created when they get together.

Roland took the bramble, his eyes fell on Sandra's fair skin, and asked with a smile:

"You have to have an explanation for your crime. What did you do wrong? You are the people I trust the most. You are helping me choose a concubine out of kindness. How could I blame you?"

"Get dressed quickly."

"No, I am guilty. I have selfish motives." Sandra didn't know what was going on. She looked at Roland stubbornly and refused to bow her head.

"Since it is a selection of concubines, the scope should be expanded. However, I hope that the elves will be more favored by you, so I insist on narrowing the selection of concubines to the elves."

"The quality of elf beauties is far superior to that of other races. This is not your fault."

"But I still have selfish motives. I should have chosen the best girl in the tribe, but I chose myself."

Sandra lowered her head shyly, her voice as soft as a cute little girl.

"I can't do anything except fighting and killing. I shouldn't have been selected at all."

"Who said that? Your charm ranks among the top three among the elves. I would think you were selfish if you didn't choose yourself!"

Roland's words made Sandra doubtful. She looked at Roland dimly and asked softly, "I dare not compare myself with the queen. In your eyes, who is more attractive, me or Feng Ling?"

"Each one has his own merits."

This was a standard life-threatening question, and Roland had no choice but to answer it.

"Can your majesty prove it?"

"how to prove?"

Before he finished speaking, Sandra had already thrown herself into his arms, holding Roland's ear with her soft lips, and whimpered and said:

“Prove it with practical actions.”

Volume 186: City of Freedom: Chapter : What is Sisterly Love?

The fire in Roland's heart was completely ignited by Sandra. If there were no wind chimes behind the screen, he would have no hesitation in proving his prowess to her.

But he was not in the habit of live broadcasts, and Sandra's first time should not have ended so hastily at the desk.

Just as he held Sandra's hand and was about to say something, he saw her fingertips trembling slightly and her cheeks flushed like a burning red cloud.

This is the strategy that Sandra learned from the romance novel.

No man will reject a girl who burns like fire. If so, it's because she's not burning enough.

She certainly did not come to take the blame, but to reap the fruits of victory.

She knew Roland, he would never lay a hand on his woman, so she couldn't wait to become Roland's woman.

There is more than half a year from the selection of the concubine to the wedding.

This is too long.

Only a cooked duck won't fly.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Feng Ling, who had been hiding behind the screen, had stood in front of the two of them without them knowing when.

"Sorry, I'll give you my seat now."

Sandra's pretty face, which was full of enthusiasm just now, turned pale in an instant.

"I, I, Feng Ling, please listen to my explanation..."

This was probably the most humble moment in Sandra's life. She didn't dare to look at Feng Ling's angry eyes, but just lowered her head quietly.

Seeing that the situation was completely out of control, Roland knew he had to do something.

Countless images flashed through his mind, finally stopping at a famous scene.

His right hand grasped Sandra's shoulders tightly to prevent her from falling down, but his left hand stretched out to Feng Ling with a smile on his face.

Looking at Roland's smile, Feng Ling was speechless.

She certainly had no objection to Roland and Sandra being close.

They are all newly elected princesses and should unite as one.

It's just that Sandra's behavior was somewhat out of line, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking at Roland's outstretched left hand, she hesitated for a moment, then moved forward.

"What does your majesty mean? Can't the general satisfy you?"

Although she was complaining, Feng Ling still stood in front of her obediently and did not leave in anger.

She didn't want Roland to think she was a troublemaker.

In front of Roland, every moment of her life had to be perfect.