After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

How many people who have been against Roland over the years have had a good ending?

Even the goblins, who were once rampant, gradually declined under Roland's attack.

His statement was not artificial, but came from the heart.

The people of Fros must not miss His Majesty Roland's giant galaxy ship.

As the leader of the tribe, he must have a clear mind.

Roland pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Grogs, a group of people called the Dominant Goblins found me some time ago."

He truthfully told Groggs that the Southern Cross family was seeking cooperation.

Without waiting for Groggs to express his opinion, he said firmly:

"The people of Fros are first-class subjects of our country, and this will never change. No matter how powerful the newcomers are, they will never surpass your status."

"What I have reached with them is only a cooperation intention. The formal treaty has not yet been signed. If you are unwilling to work with the goblins, I will cancel the cooperation now."

"My reputation is already bad enough, I don't need another one of my promises to go back on my word."

"If you are willing to support me with all your strength, the proceeds will be shared among the Fros people in proportion."

After saying these words, Roland was somewhat reluctant to look Groggs in the eye and looked out the window.

He was almost certain that Groggs would support him.

This is the art of kingship.

The pros and cons are placed in front of you, and the difference is so huge that you have no choice but to follow them.

As long as the Frosians want to be tied to Roland's chariot, they will have to accept it.

From a profit perspective, this is the best solution, but from an emotional perspective, this is an offense to the dwarfs who have followed him from the beginning.

Mr. Groggs is a pure technician, can he accept it?

An unspeakable silence enveloped the small study.

The shock on Groggs's face was hard to describe.

Your Majesty actually cooperated with the goblins? !

He instinctively wanted to jump up and object, but cold sweat kept sliding down his cheeks, and his big hands with rough calluses were frozen in the air, trembling slightly.

Goblins and dwarves are sworn enemies.

This is not hatred caused by war, but a dispute between academic schools.

If we only talk about blood relationship, they were even once from the same clan, but the competition in the academic field made them drift apart.

Groggs asked angrily, "Your Majesty, do you want the dwarf school to bow to the goblin school?"

"Absolutely not. I am a disciple of the Dwarf School. How could I side with them?"

Roland said righteously: "Master Groggs, I understand your feelings. I don't want to cooperate with the goblins either."

He stood up and walked to the window, pointing to the Royal City of Gracia outside the window and the high-tech development zone and commercial trade zone in the distance, and said loudly:

"This was once the City of All Nations, and in the future it will be the City of the Free. Think long-term, Groggs. The future of the people of Fros is here, and in the new era."

If this empty talk came from someone else, Groggs would have grabbed the teacup on the table and thrown it at him, but this was Roland.

Roland never brags; all his plans have been realized or are being realized.

Groggs sighed and said with some regret: "Your Majesty, you are right. We should not indulge in the hatred of the past. We should look forward."

"It's just that we have blood feuds with the Blue Flame and Gold Tooth chaebols of the Goblin Clan, and it's too difficult for our people to accept and live in peace with them. On the contrary, the Dominant Goblins only have academic differences with us, and no blood feud."

Groggs shook his head and sighed continuously.

The dwarf tribe now has a population of only about ten million. Even if they unite as one, they cannot fight against the goblins who have a population of nearly one billion.

Even if Roland united the power of the entire human race, it would not be easy to completely destroy the goblins.

Roland's choice was correct. Although the goblins were crude and dirty, their huge numbers ensured that they had a place in this world.

This is probably politics.

It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, what matters is whether you can do it.

Seeing Groggs's lost expression, Roland returned to his desk, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, our human race also has a blood feud with the seven chaebols."

Groggs looked up in astonishment and looked at Roland in disbelief.

Didn’t you say we should cooperate with the goblins?

Roland explained with a smile, "The Overlord Goblins are the race that hates the green-skinned and red-skinned Goblins the most."

"As long as these inferior offshoots are not eliminated, the stereotype of goblins being dirty and vulgar in people's eyes will not disappear."

"They want the seven chaebols to die the most. We agree on this point, otherwise I would not cooperate with them."

After listening to Roland's explanation, Groggs's expression instantly turned from gloomy to bright.

He slapped his thigh excitedly, jumped up and whistled happily.

"Your Majesty, since you still want to wipe out these filthy goblins, we Fros people are willing to serve as your vanguard and shed our last drop of blood for your Majesty."

Groggs's last doubts were dispelled.

In ancient times, dwarves and goblins had only academic differences, and although their hatred for each other was deep, they could still regard each other as noisy tribesmen.

Today's red-skinned and green-skinned goblins are different. They lower the value of the Third Age and are the common enemy of the dwarves and the dominant goblins.

Since the overall strategy of exterminating the savage goblins remains unchanged, the people of Fros certainly have no objection.

Seeing Groggs being so knowledgeable and understanding, Roland felt much better.

In front of these old friends who followed him in the early days, he was unwilling to play imperial games, but preferred to treat them with sincerity.

If he were to overwhelm Groggs with power, it would go against his original intention.

Fortunately, everyone has the same ultimate goal and the misunderstanding has been resolved.

After watching Groggs leave, Roland stood alone in front of the window of the small study, looking at the crowd below crawling like ants, feeling a little emotional.

As his identity and strength change, the relationship between him and his old friends also changes.

Ruyt, who patted him on the shoulder and said generously, "Brother Roland, I've got you covered," has now become the next chief judge designated by the Druid sect.

Now, FAMAS, who is still traveling around with the title of Chief, is looking for a way to become stronger.

He, who could slap Roland into the ground with one slap in the past, is no match for Roland now.

Roland himself certainly still holds the title of Archdruid of the Brotherhood, but his path to becoming a powerful man has nothing to do with Druidism.

He had close ties with the Druids, but he ultimately failed to integrate into the sect and his status in the sect was not as high as that of Ruyt.

He looked for Ruiter several times.

They had a pleasant conversation, and Ruyte even made an exception and drank a few drinks with him, but he felt awkward calling him "Brother Ruyte" and "Brother Roland", which he had once called him.

At Roland's insistence, they used the same names as in the past, reminiscing about the glorious past. They did not use magic to dissolve the alcohol. Instead, they got drunk and lay on the ground with their arms around each other's shoulders, as if they had returned to the good old days when everyone was the same.

But when the morning light of the next day awakened the earth, this illusory beauty completely disappeared.

Roland is the King of Gracia and Ruyt is the Chief Arbiter of the Brotherhood.

They are still friends who are willing to take the knife for each other.

As long as Roland needs it, Ruyt will still mobilize the elite of the Druids to fight to the death.

But they can't go back to the past.

Roland walked so fast that the people around him could no longer keep up with him.

Ruyte is already an outstanding genius that the Brotherhood rarely encounters in a hundred years. Over the past year or so, he has gradually accumulated from the fifth level to near the peak of the fifth level, and can even hold out for a while against a sixth-level powerhouse.

However, he could no longer understand Roland's strength.

Roland can already kill a sixth-level warrior with his own hands, and has mastered all magic before the fifth level and all the skills of the paladin, druid, and even astrologer.

When Ruyt simply looked at Roland, he felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of the abyss.

Ruiter is an outstanding person among normal people, and he is also quite outstanding even in the history of the Brotherhood.

But Roland was walking a path no one had ever walked before.

They are different.

After a polite and warm farewell, Roland knew very well that there was an invisible thick barrier between him and his elder brother Ruit.

This is true for Ruyt, Groggs, and even more so for his father's old subordinates who followed him earlier.

Standing in front of the window, Roland felt inexplicably lonely.

During the time he was away, the kingdom's generals attacked everywhere, preyed on the weak, and annexed several isolated small countries, expanding their vast territory.

He already owns a vast territory of over six million square kilometers and a population of over 150 million. The territory he controls is almost the same as that of the Lisenburg Empire.

He also indirectly controls the Kingdom of Oro and the Evergreen Empire.

He already had the capital to build a new empire, and all he was waiting for was the opportunity to be crowned.

The number of wives in his harem was constantly increasing, and there were also many beautiful maids who could be visited at will.

He had power, strength, wealth, and beauty, and more in the foreseeable future.

But he was growing lonely.

He became less and less talkative, and only in front of his wives could he open up and say a few more words.

Melanis knew Roland the earliest, Fengling felt the best about herself and never treated Roland as an outsider.

There are only them.

Just as Roland was lost in thought, the study door was gently pushed open.

"Your Majesty, a total of 97,000 civil and military officials and the people of the capital have signed a petition to ask Your Majesty to ascend the throne as emperor as soon as possible!"

Roland turned around and looked at the wind chime holding the book of persuasion, his thoughts drifting away.

Is this day finally coming?

(End of Volume 3)

Volume 242: The Hero's Path: Chapter : Twenty Years Later

Twenty years later...

In the year 1476 of the Oblivion Era, it was a spring when all things came back to life, and the warm air was brought to Gracia by the gentle monsoon.

The caravans and tourists parked outside the International Trade Zone queued up and passed through in an orderly manner.

At this time, the city of Gracia had become a world-famous metropolis, and its level of activity even surpassed the capitals of the Holy Essen Empire and the Lisenburg Empire, and was only slightly inferior to the Eternal City of Frannia.

There are business opportunities everywhere, and caravans and tourists come in an endless stream.

In addition to Gracia's nightlife and the northern forest, the biggest tourist attractions include the ancient battlefield of the World Tree Defense War.

At the end of the team was a pretty female human adventurer.

She was wearing plain leather armor and carrying a long sword, and looked refreshing and pleasant.

The soldier in charge of the inspection just glanced at her and let her go.

"Another fool who wants to come to the imperial capital to pursue his dreams."

The young guard muttered softly.

The captain of the guards glared at him and scolded him, "Who allowed you to talk about guests behind their backs? After you change shifts, run ten laps around the camp and write a 3,000-word self-criticism!"

The young guard had a bitter face but didn't dare to refute.

His Majesty Emperor Roland is very strict in military discipline, but his management regulations are very simple.

It's nothing more than three disciplines and eight precautions.

One of them is to speak gently.

Your Majesty said that he wanted to make the Gracia army a mighty and civilized army.

He understands the mighty army and knows how to fight fiercely.

But what does this civilized army mean? He is a majestic imperial soldier. Does the term civilization have anything to do with imperial soldiers?