In the Name of the Queen

The linking ceremony was completed.

In the sea of ​​flowers, Sif walked barefoot and sat casually under the tree, her smile melting into the sunlight and blooming brilliantly.

Roland was stunned.

At this moment, the images of Sif and the sea of ​​flowers overlapped and then separated.

But he knew very well that the sea of ​​flowers had never stepped on the Styx, and there was no possibility of reincarnation.

He remembered another thing.

In the Third Age, a prophecy was circulated among the elves, which roughly meant that the elves would merge with the human race in the distant future to become new humans.

The elves’ high-ranking officials at that time were very angry after hearing the prophecy.

They believed that the elves had noble blood and could not be polluted by lower races, and the human race, whom they had never heard of, was the lower race in their eyes.

Throughout the Third Age, the enemies of the elves were the earth spirits, their friends were the forests, and other races were slaves in their eyes.

They tried hard to find traces of the human race, wanting to prevent trouble, kill them in advance, and change the outcome of the prophecy. However, the human race was not found until the end of the Third Age.

This was also the regret that the elves could not let go of at that time.

Roland, who knew the truth, mourned silently for the elves. Of course, the elves could not find the human race that appeared in the Fourth Era, and the plan to exterminate the race in advance became empty talk.

The elves’ high-level officials vowed that they would never let the blood of the lower races pollute the noble elves, but this boomerang hit back in a wonderful way three eras later.

The original elves are gone, but the new elves that merged with the human race still exist.

Roland believed that there were more elves like him and Sif. These people were also his potential team in the future.

Sif, who was sitting under the tree, seemed to sense something, slowly raised her head, and said softly:

"Roland, you go back first, I want to stay here for a while."

Roland raised his eyebrows, looked at Sif's skin as smooth as white jade, and the whole person was radiant. Knowing that she had an epiphany, he said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, he set up a lot of traps outside the valley, and then left with peace of mind.

Sif is not a soft persimmon.

Unless Sophia does it herself, no one can hurt her here.

Returning to the Governor's Mansion, Roland immediately felt a headache.

Sif was not there, and he had to deal with the pile of documents in person.

Looking at the documents one by one, Roland's blood pressure continued to rise.

"The sewers in the slums of Dongcheng District have been in disrepair for a long time and need to be dealt with urgently."

"Hurry up!" Roland signed his name with a big stroke of his pen.

The officials must know what to do, but they need someone to sign and authorize.

Without his or Sif's signature, the finance department will not give any money at all.

Looking at the documents sent to Sif, no matter how big or small, Roland was a little angry.

All the bad things are sent to the Governor, what are the officials of various provinces and departments doing?

He put down his pen and quickly figured out what these people were thinking. Of course they knew what to do, and the perfect disposal plan was attached to the back of the report.

What they want is attention, attention from Her Majesty the Queen.

Roland quickly signed his own name on more than a dozen documents, rang the bell to call the secretary, and sent out the signed documents.

After finishing the heavy work, Roland stood by the window and watched the setting sun. He was a little curious about what Sif was doing at the moment and where she was looking.

He certainly could not imagine that Sif was dancing in the sea of ​​flowers dozens of kilometers away. As her hair fluttered in the wind, the originally colorful sea of ​​flowers under her feet gradually turned red.

The flowers seemed to be dyed red by the sunset, and seemed to be soaked in blood, all crimson.

Looking at the red flowers, crystal tears rolled down her cheeks.

Ancient memories filled her consciousness, making her seem to return to that desperate and tragic era.

The elves were once extremely glorious, but eventually became a joke.

The road the goddess walked on only had footprints, no future.

The elves followed the goddess of nature, worshipped nature, and followed the teachings of the goddess, but in the end it was just a big dream.

The starlight and glory of the natural star path belonged to the goddess of nature, and the latecomers could only kneel on the ground and bathe in the residual light and shadow.

The sages of the elves gradually realized that something was wrong, changed their minds, and wanted to open up another ultimate road to the divine realm.

But what they waited for was not new starlight, but divine punishment.

Theia plane is a place favored by gods, with abundant resources. Three goddesses were born there, and there was a chance to give birth to more true gods, but the three goddesses who went ahead cut off the way for the later ones.

The first gods stood at the top, seeing endless scenery. They did not want more people to reach the top, but blocked the way to climb.

The elves and earth spirits of the third era were like this, and so were the peak tribes of the later eras.

They struggled to find a way to transcend the mundane, but were beaten to death again and again when they were close to the top.

Humans looked up at the starry sky, and the stars seemed to be within reach, but in fact they were out of reach.

As night fell, the stars twinkled, and Sif looked up, unable to find her own star.

But she would no longer be confused.

Without the guidance of the stars, she would become her own star.

This was her choice, and Roland's choice.

She lowered her head and looked at her fingertips. The scarlet blood spots made her snow-white skin more hideous, but she was not annoyed at all.

This is the best gift Roland gave her.

There is the same mark on his fingertips. They share knowledge, cultivation experience, and even life after active activation.

The right to activate the life link is even in her hands.

She dare not imagine what kind of trust this is, but she will never let it down.

Sif looked up at the sky, opened her arms to welcome the light of the blue moon, and tears flowed down her face.

Rank 7, Elf Queen, activated.

It is not difficult to become the Queen of Elf, but it is difficult to become the extraordinary profession [Queen of Elf] at level 7. It requires the approval of all the sages of the tribe.

In the long Third Era, there were many female elves who ascended the throne of emperor, and there were only a handful of "Elf Queens" recognized by all the sages.

If Sif was born in the third era, it would be impossible for her to be recognized by all the sages. After all, elves are picky.

However, due to the genocide of the elves, this harsh condition has become extremely simple.

Roland is the only elf sage in the world.

Roland's approval means everyone's approval.

Is this the world of level seven? Sif could clearly sense the chirping of birds and insects around her, and everything around her could not escape her discerning eyes.

Unless it is crushed by strength, it is impossible to make a sneak attack.

Even if there is an entire row of muskets in front of her, she can still clearly see the trajectory of the bullets and avoid them calmly.

It is almost impossible to kill the leader of rank seven by relying on the number of troops.

In comparison, the old warlord Shank was indeed a disgrace to the seventh rank.

On her home court in the sea of ​​flowers, Sif will never be afraid of any enemy.

Except Sophia.

Only when you step into the realm of level seven can you know what kind of peak Sophia is.

The ants are so weak that even looking up at the giant dragon is a luxury.

Now she finally sees Sophia's true strength.

Almost invincible.

Just almost.

Sif smiled cheerfully and walked barefoot in the sea of ​​flowers. She stepped gently on each bunch of flowers and plants without harming them at all, leaving only the fresh smell.

Occasionally, a naughty rose thorn pricked into the slender arch of her foot, leaving a trace of blood, which soon recovered as before.

Under the night, roses of any color turned into dazzling crimson after Sif stepped on them.

She frowned slightly, enduring the pain of the sharp thorns penetrating her sensitive skin, and continued walking.

The knowledge about the sea of ​​flowers is awakened deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

She must keep walking.

Wherever the blood is applied, the seeds of the sea of ​​flowers will extend there. The newly expanded sea of ​​flowers will be hidden under the wilderness, and will gradually bloom when she is strong enough.

Sif decided to hike to the White Mountains.

She had a hunch that the final showdown between her and Sophia would be in White Mountain.

There was the hope for the descendants of the Magic Empire to rise, and it was her and Roland's planned sphere of influence. The top of the snow-capped mountains was also Sophia's home ground.

When Sophia discovers that the white mountains turn into a sea of ​​flowers on the day of the decisive battle, will she be surprised or frightened?

Sif wanted to know the answer.

There will be opportunities to enclosure in the future, but this is the only one at rank seven, and she will never miss it.

After finishing his work, Roland sat on the terrace admiring the moon and drinking tea, and suddenly sneezed.

He touched his forehead to make sure he didn't have a cold first.

In an era without antibiotics, colds could literally kill people.

There was no precedent in history for a seventh-level person to die from illness, and he didn't want to be the first lucky one.

He was a little curious, what was Sif doing? Are you sleeping in the sea of ​​flowers like the elf Sif?

Of course he wouldn't have guessed that Sif was hiking to the White Mountains.

He didn't have time to guess, someone was coming.

Hearing the footsteps with a bit of burning anxiety, Roland knew who it was.

"Sister Lisa, come here so late, do you have any midnight snacks to share?"

Roland turned around, looked at Lisa who looked anxious, and asked in surprise: "What happened?"

"It's about you."

Lisa hesitated for a moment, sat down opposite Roland, and asked in a low voice, "Is Sif not here?"

"If you're talking about tonight, I won't be here." Roland shrugged and responded with Sussex dry humor.

"It's fine if you're not here. Let me ask you, do you and Christine Saint have a relationship that goes beyond friendship?"

Lisa grabbed Roland's hand and took the tea cup away from him with a serious expression.

Roland was stunned for a second, frowned slightly, and nodded, "A relationship beyond friendship? We are now political allies."

"Roland!"

Lisa became unusually angry. She reached up and pinched Roland's ears. She only twisted Roland's ears to express her anger in the months after his parents died.

As Roland grew up, she gave up this practice, which made her appear rude.

Roland did not evade, but said softly: "If you mean the indescribable relationship between men and women that goes beyond friendship, there is none."

"No?" Lisa let go of the hand that had just pinched Roland's ear and looked at him suspiciously.

"of course not!"

Roland flicked his finger to Lisa's forehead angrily, "Even if you don't believe me, do you think Miss Saint has no self-control?"

Lisa was silent for a long time and then said slowly: "I believe you."

"So, what happened?"

Lisa sighed softly and lowered her voice and said: "Some people say that Miss Saint is unclean. They say that Christine used her virginity in exchange for your full support. Others say that she is your secret lover, and you support her in your life." The jurisdiction recruits and trains temple warriors.”

"It's just nonsense."

Roland sneered and said: "The innocent are self-innocent, and there is no need to prove themselves. So what if there are rumors? Candidates for the saint selection must be virgins, and the nun's examination can naturally clear Christine's innocence."

"No, there is another rumor matching this rumor. They say that Miss Christine has been blessed by the holy spring and has super healing power. She can recover all injuries, including there."

Roland's expression changed.

This is definitely a vicious rumor carefully crafted.

Christine does have a strong healing ability, and perhaps this healing ability can also repair the membrane, but Roland knows that this is a vicious rumor.

But this rumor is very credible and cannot be refuted.

Even if Christine is innocent, these rumors can greatly reduce her reputation and even affect her selection as a saint.

Because she can't prove whether she is original or repaired second-hand.

Roland's face is very ugly, and murderous intent surges in his chest.

If this rumor destroys his cooperation plan with Christine, he must kill the rumormonger.

No, even if it doesn't destroy it, this shameless behavior against his ally must pay a price.

Feeling the murderous intent surging in Roland, Lisa quickly held his hand and whispered:

"Don't be impulsive, leave it to me."

The anger was swallowed by surprise, Roland stared at Lisa with wide eyes, and there was a little more expectation in his tone.

"As expected of you, sister, you have a way to do this?"

"Of course, my method can not only preserve the reputation of the Saint Lady, but also prevent Sif from being suspicious, and it can... In short, it is very effective."

"What are you going to do?"

"Keep it secret!" Lisa smiled slyly, blinked her eyes and prepared to leave.

Seeing Lisa's proud look, Roland's heart suddenly shuddered.

Sister Lisa is very good, knows how to deal with people, knows mathematics, and knows a lot of words. She is definitely a talented woman in this era.

However, this does not mean that she is good at strategy.

He grabbed Lisa's sleeve and asked in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple. It is often not the truth that suppresses rumors, but more explosive rumors."

Lisa held her head high, and her proud eyes flashed with wisdom.

"We need more explosive and fierce information. I plan to find a reporter from the overseas edition of the Sun to do an exclusive interview and expose some of your preferences for women anonymously."

Roland felt something was wrong, but he still patiently asked: "What are you going to say?"

"I will restore the real you to the readers from the perspective of the close women around you."

Lisa smiled like a little fox.

"For example, you only like beautiful women with full bodies and don't like ordinary girls."

Roland was stunned and immediately understood what Lisa meant.

As long as Roland's character who only likes big-breasted girls is created, the rumors about Christine and him will be broken.

Christine is good in everything, but some of her status is poorly developed.

She is a saint and does not need to get married and have children. This is not a disadvantage. It is even relatively comfortable when wearing armor, which has become an advantage.

With this explosive news, Christine's reputation is saved, but how can she hold her head up high in the future?

Roland rejected Lisa's idea without hesitation.

"Absolutely not."