In the Name of the Queen

Under Roland's threat, the tree demon surrendered.

It had no choice but to live or die.

Roland's request was very harsh. After signing the master-servant contract, the golden ginkgo tree demon would obey Roland's orders completely.

But Roland also left it with a glimmer of hope and did not let it despair.

As long as the golden ginkgo tree demon could walk out of the valley with its own ability, Roland would cancel the contract and give it freedom.

With the current strength of the golden ginkgo tree demon, it would take several decades to recover to its peak, and it would take at least tens of thousands of years to evolve the ability to walk.

Tens of thousands of years is too far away, and Roland was too lazy to think that far.

At least now the tree demon is his loyal servant.

After the contract was signed, Roland was relieved. After asking the golden tree demon a few questions, he asked it to switch to the red pine wood form.

In addition to the golden tree demon, there are dozens of small tree demons in the valley. Their strength is very weak and can be ignored.

These pine and cypress tree demons have low intelligence, but they are very strong.

Each tree demon can easily lift more than one ton of weight, and several larger tree demons can lift more than five tons of weight.

Roland had a preliminary plan on how to use these tree demons.

He didn't plan to use them for war.

The tree demons couldn't leave the valley, and even if they could walk, their clumsiness would be fatal.

They're very strong, right?

They can carry and fight, right?

Let's discuss it with the artillery.

After thinking it over, Roland planned to build an arsenal here.

Use the powerful strength of the tree demons to replace some of the functions of the machinery.

Build an assembly line in the valley to squeeze the blood and sweat of these tireless tree demons.

Looking at Roland's excited and cunning smile, the golden tree demon was a little uneasy, but it had no choice.

Even if it didn't care about life, these children were still young.

Let them bask in the sun more.

Even if the divine punishment will eventually come, there is still a lot of time to enjoy it before that.

In fact, Roland's conditions are not harsh.

Give them the opportunity to bask in the sun during the day.

At night, they must work hard for Roland.

Although I couldn't think of any tricks that cunning guy Roland could come up with, I always felt a chill behind me.

After all the humans left, the golden tree demon sighed to the other young tree demons:

"Children, spread your branches and leaves and enjoy the sun. This is our last enjoyment."

Leaving the valley, Lisa looked at Roland and asked curiously: "Roland, is the elf you said that came in the dream real?"

"Of course it's fake, how could it be such a coincidence."

"Then how do you know that there is an elf general who looks very similar to Sif?" Lisa was full of doubts.

Just as Roland was thinking about how to make up a story, Sif helped him out.

"This is not strange. In our eyes, the same kind of trees look very similar. It is also normal for elf women to look alike in the eyes of these trees."

Lisa looked at Roland with some suspicion, and then looked at Sif with a calm expression, always feeling that something was strange.

These two guys must be hiding something from her.

But Sif's sincere expression made it difficult for her to question.

She had to dispel her worries and began to think about what to eat for lunch.

Returning to the Governor's Mansion, Sif saw Lisa leaving, grabbed Roland's wrist and hurried into the small study, locking the door.

"We should be honest with each other, right?"

"Of course, but everyone has things that are inconvenient to talk about. For example, your weight, are you willing to tell me?"

"Of course I am willing, my weight is 49 kilograms, which is very healthy for my height. Neither fat nor thin."

"Roland, if it is really inconvenient, then don't say it, but you are not allowed to lie to me. But I am the [Elf Princess], you are the [Inheritor] of the elves, there are some things I should know."

Looking at Sif's clear eyes, Roland had to raise his hands.

"I saw an elf who looks very similar to you in my dream. She is the general of the elves. She told me a lot about tree spirits."

Roland briefly talked about the elves in the dream.

But he did not mention that the flower sea dream is different from ordinary dreams.

This is not concealment, but for confidentiality.

There is a huge difference between dreaming and meeting in the flower sea dream.

He didn't really want others to know about the elf Sif.

Roland shared the new knowledge he had acquired with Sif.

The bloody and tragic war almost made Sif forget that Roland mentioned the elven general who looked very similar to her, but she remembered it after Roland finished telling the story.

She lowered her head and asked faintly: "You saw that beautiful elf in your dream and fell in love with her, so you treat me who looks very similar to her in reality specially?"

Roland suddenly became alert.

He had never been in love and didn't understand girls, but he could feel the trembling under Sif's calm tone.

At least he understood Sif very well.

She was fragile and proud.

She was unique.

She would never be a substitute for anyone.

As the elf Sif said, either choose her first or have no choice.

If he said the wrong thing now, the originally flawless mutual trust between them would be broken.

He said loudly: "You are a human, she is an elf, you are completely different."

"You are the most beautiful girl in my heart, no one else. Even if the elf general stood here, it would be the same."

"I didn't fall in love with the elves in the sea of ​​flowers, and you are not a substitute for anyone. You are my best friend Sif."

Roland grabbed the hair by his ear and smiled a little embarrassedly:

"I am not good at speaking, but you must understand what I mean. Of course, you can also think that I approach you because I want to make progress."

Want to make progress, right?

Sif suddenly thought of what teacher Walder had said.

When Roland helped her regain the imperial power, their relationship would change.

It was the most difficult to be a powerful official who held all the power.

Either he would usurp the throne or die in disgrace.

Few powerful officials could settle down smoothly and have a good beginning and a good end.

Unless he was given a title and a territory, his descendants would enjoy preferential treatment.

The credit for supporting the throne was too great, even the hereditary duke was not enough.

Teacher Walder said that he had to be higher than the duke.

At that time, she took it for granted that it was a grand duke like the Plantagenet family, but now she understood.

She was really stupid, really.

Roland and she were close and trusted each other. No matter what title Roland was given, there would be no problem between them.

But what about the next generation?

The descendants of the grand duke might not be as loyal as the grand duke.

After she and Roland died, would Roland's descendants have other ideas?

The Grand Duke of Sussex is as powerful as the king. They have independent financial power and army, and are potential rebels.

Conferring the title of Grand Duke of the three overseas provinces on Roland is simply digging a hole for future generations.

There is only one solution.

Let Roland be the prince.

Her children are his children, so what is the difference?

So this is what Teacher Walder meant? !

Sif suddenly realized, and her cheeks instantly turned red like the sunset.

She thought of the scene when she was dying last night.

Her short life at that time flashed before her eyes quickly.

Except for the memories of her childhood, there was only Roland, Roland, and Roland.

Before she met Roland, her life was carefree and boring.

Roland had a special meaning to her.

She thought this was a friendship that transcended everything, but she realized it last night.

There is no such thing as pure friendship between men and women, unless there is a problem with sexual orientation or the appearance is really sorry.

People always can't see their own intentions clearly unless something big happens.

Sif almost died last night, and she understood her own heart.

She secretly glanced at Roland, looking at his peaceful eyes, a little unsure.

Does Roland like her?

He should like her, after all, the magic mirror said she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

But he has Lisa by his side.

They grew up together, are familiar with each other, and have a good emotional foundation.

Sif was a little flustered.

She knew that Lisa had a very unique position in Roland's heart, and they often got along very closely.

Could it be that Roland's favorite person was her?

Sif's heart was very confused.

What to do?

She believed that she was better than Lisa in many ways, but Lisa also had many things that were better than her.

Even if Roland had ninety-nine reasons to choose her, there was one reason to choose Lisa, and they had a good emotional foundation.

If it weren't for what happened last night, Sif wouldn't think too much, and would even pretend to be generous and bless Roland.

But not now.

She wouldn't let anyone come!

Seeing Roland's slightly stunned expression, Sif knew that she had been in a daze for a long time. She was about to speak but forgot what Roland had just said. She had to stick out her tongue and asked softly:

"Where were you talking just now?"

"I said you are not a substitute for anyone. I am good to you not only to help my friends, but also to make progress."

Roland looked at Sif very frankly and said calmly.

He was diverting Sif's attention.

He could feel Sif's heart beating wildly.

Obviously, his words were not perfect. Sif still cared and was even angry.

He could understand Sif.

No matter how he explained it, the similarity between the elf general in the dream and Sif was easy to cause misunderstanding.

He felt a little guilty.

He had a special affection for the elf Sif in the dream, but the elf only had consciousness left. His feelings for her were very simple. He was very happy in the sea of ​​flowers and hoped that she would be happy.

The girl he liked was Sif.

But he couldn't say it now.

The shadow of the elf general was still over Sif's head. At this time, his motives for confessing were not pure.

Let's follow what Lisa said and help Sif realize her dream.

She will understand after a long time.

Roland's words made Sif's heart beat faster.

Want to make progress?

He is now the head of the Royal Knights and the governor, and he has clearly said that he does not want to be the chief minister and plans to give up his position to Alban.

Since he is not seeking power, he is seeking a title.

The problem is back to the beginning.

The most suitable title higher than the duke is the prince!

But she can't speak.

If Lisa is Roland's lover and she is just a friend, can the prince be given the title?

It will be different if he is forced to be a prince.

With Roland's personality, he will not be happy even if he reluctantly accepts it.

What to do? Who will save poor Sif?

Sif was a little confused.

Can't confess now?

If Roland's lover is Lisa, rashly confessing is forcing Roland to be a scumbag.

Maybe Roland is an absolute bastard in the eyes of others, but he is the best in her heart.

She didn't want to be hated by Roland.

Just when the air was about to freeze, Sif finally woke up from the chaos.

"Roland, with your achievements, even if you are awarded the title of Duke, it is a little too little. Don't worry, I will definitely not treat you unfairly and will definitely give you a satisfactory result!"

Roland almost grabbed Sif's hand and said "Long live understanding."

Is he the Duke? He wants the Prince!

But he can't say that now.

Let's talk about it when he has merits that cannot be awarded except the Prince.

"I"

"I"

They both spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.

"You speak first!"

"You speak first!"

Their eyes collided and they both laughed at the same time.

"Okay, let me talk first."

This time Sif was not polite to Roland. She lowered her head in embarrassment and said softly:

"Roland, the only people I can rely on are you and Teacher Walder. The teacher is old and in poor health. I can't bear to let him suffer this time when I go to sea. I have only you to accompany me."

"We are friends, and we are still monarchs and ministers. Don't be so open-minded." Roland said modestly.

"I don't want to be a king and a subject with you!"

Sif's tone suddenly became excited. She quickly discovered her mistake and quickly made up for it:

"What I mean is, we should never become the kind of kings and ministers who plot against each other and are wary of each other, okay?"

"good!"

"Can you promise me something?"

Sif's heart was racing.

Roland was also very nervous. The atmosphere today was strange and his heartbeat was very fast.

Although Sif trusts him very much, she is the real monarch after all. Will she accumulate dissatisfaction every time she makes decisions for her?

He didn't want Sif to just grit her teeth and endure.

He was curious what Sif wanted him to do.

"You, you are nineteen years old?"

"Yes." Roland was speechless. If he could give him a gold pocket watch on his birthday, how could he know his age?

"Roland, can you not think about getting married before you help me regain my power?"

"ah?"

Roland was confused.

What kind of requirement is this?

He couldn't figure out what was going on.

He really couldn't guess what the girl was thinking.

Seeing Roland frozen in place, Sif's heart trembled slightly.

The relationship between him and Lisa is indeed not simple!

She knew that there was no reason for her brother to go to her sister's room and stay for several hours at night.

It is too easy for siblings who are not related by blood to get into trouble.

"I mean, you're still young, don't rush into making decisions."

"In return, I will find you a wife with distinguished status and outstanding appearance. Even if she is a princess of a certain country, I will definitely help you find her."

"real?"

Roland's heartbeat was speeding up.

Seeing that Roland did not object directly, Sif's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Humph, this guy's love for Lisa isn't that firm either.

Is this what a man is?

That's fine. If he is determined, how can he be granted the title of prince?

"Of course, this is a promise from the Queen of the Sussex Empire!" Sif's voice trembled slightly.

"You have no joke!"

Roland quickly stretched out the little finger of his right hand.

Although she didn't know what mysterious ritual this was, Sif also extended her slender little finger in the same manner.

Hook your tail fingers together.

They were thinking the same thing.

But they also thought that was not what the other party was thinking about.

Therefore, they all choose to use commitment constraints to make the other party "have to" accept their well-intentioned arrangements.

A hook of fingers makes an oath.

Roland let out a sigh of relief.

Great, he will ask the Queen from Sussex to be his wife when the time comes. You will not regret it!

Sif let out a sigh of relief.

Great, when the time comes, I will use the Queen from Sussex as his wife, and we will make an oath without going back on it!