In the Name of the Queen

Even if a thousand years have passed, people will not forget June 22, 1793 in the Magical New Calendar.

Queen Sylph's birthday.

And the Queen's coronation day.

People will never forget her ambitions when she ascended the throne.

The soft singing voice declared wild determination.

After attending the coronation ceremony, Mr. William, who was originally a swing party, silently changed his mind.

He was not the Prime Minister of the Empire, but the Prime Minister of Her Majesty the Queen.

He was glad that he was not stupid enough to go against the Queen.

When boarding the ship to return to the imperial capital, Mr. William's hunched waist straightened up, and the high blood pressure that had troubled him for more than a year was miraculously cured.

He was infected by the Queen's confidence.

He believed that a new era was slowly opening up. He was a witness to history and a creator of history.

Those who could not keep up with the pace of the times will eventually be crushed by the rolling wheels of history.

William's face was flushed, but Wald was in tears.

He looked at Sylph standing on the high platform and couldn't believe that this was the political idiot from more than a year ago.

Is this still her disciple?

No matter which noble devil possessed her, please don't leave.

Walder prayed silently.

He knew that Roland had contributed to this, but he didn't believe that Roland + Sylph could have such an excellent chemical reaction, so he had to attribute the credit to the deal they made with the devil.

His idea was not strange.

There are strong people who have made rapid progress in this world, and there are also many geniuses who were stupid before and suddenly became smart.

At first, people thought it was the awakening of genius, but later they found out that most of them made deals with the devil.

Walder stayed in Hansa City for three days, and he got drunk every day, fearing that he would wake up from his dream after waking up.

Until William left, the drunken old man jumped up, as agile as a teenager.

Facing Sylph, who was seeing him off, Walder wanted to say a few words to Sylph, but suddenly found that there was nothing to remind him, so he simply waved goodbye.

He and William followed the second fleet back to the imperial capital.

He saw William's hesitation and wanted to take advantage of this trip to build some connections for Sif.

He was old, and the future belonged to Sif and Roland. Of course, he had to pave the way for the young.

He also had a family, sons and grandchildren.

If Sif did well, his children and grandchildren would be able to enjoy the dividends.

Wald thought very clearly that he was an iron-blooded royalist, and this label could not be changed, so he had no choice at all and had to be bound to Sif's fate.

He walked leisurely to the ruddy William, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile:

"William, it's really sunny overseas."

William could certainly understand what Wald meant.

He did not agree immediately, but just casually said: "Although the sun is good, there are also many winds and rains."

"Sunshine and wind and rain are not contradictory. We should not ignore the wind and rain because of the sun, nor should we ignore the sun because of the wind and rain, right?"

Looking at Wald's eyes that were emitting a terrifying light, William was silent for a long time and said slowly:

"Brother Wald, I am old. I will resign after His Majesty returns to the imperial capital. His Majesty is a generous person and will definitely arrange for me properly."

Wald laughed, "William, you are 21 years younger than me. I haven't thought about retiring yet, but you want to run away? Don't even think about it!"

"Her Majesty the Queen already has a trusted team overseas. Governor Roland is young and promising, and the Queen trusts him very much. He is the most suitable candidate for the new prime minister."

Wald patted his shoulder and his expression gradually became serious.

"Listen to me, old friend, Roland is not interested in the position of prime minister. He wants more. If you don't want to be prime minister, will you let Alban and Smith and their gang do it?"

Hearing these two names, William was in high spirits and his face gradually became serious.

"You're right, the empire needs me! As long as the queen trusts me, I will work for another twenty years!"

Wald smiled like an old fox, and made big promises in William's ear.

"Then you should work hard and show your value!"

After persuading William, Wald breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand holding the handrail of the railing suddenly exerted force to stabilize his shaking body.

He took a deep breath, and the slightly black eyes gradually regained color.

I'm old, and my body is really useless.

William may not have to retire when Sif returns to the imperial capital, but he really can't stand it.

He looked back.

Emre Port had long disappeared in the distance below the horizon.

He was a little curious, what were Sif and Roland doing?

They were opening a letter.

A handwritten letter.

Sif's hands were shaking, and she didn't even dare to read the letter.

The handwriting on the envelope was clearly from her father, the old emperor Edward.

Halfway through, her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't open it at all.

"Roland, you open it." Her voice was weak as if she had just recovered from a long illness.

Although she had thought about how to deal with her father and had thought about facing it coldly, when the handwritten letter with her father's handwriting appeared, family affection still overwhelmed everything.

This was Sif's only living relative. She had just come of age, how could she be cold-blooded.

Roland knew her inner struggle, sighed in his heart, and took the unopened letter.

He really couldn't persuade his lover to kill his father.

Roland opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. Just after reading a few lines, his eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils seemed to experience a tsunami.

Ah? !

Roland was stunned.

Even if Edward said that he was the newly awakened Sea King, he would not be so surprised.

But what Edward said in the letter was too outrageous.

He first tried to get close to his daughter and played the emotional card, and then said that he lived well in the witch's underwater city, and more than 3,000 lucky people in the escort fleet were also rescued by the sea witch.

It was the Grimm clan and other elite marine forces under General Haiao who killed Fino and tens of thousands of sailors, and it had nothing to do with the sea witch.

The sea witch is a kind girl.

She is very good.

He and she are very good.

They are getting married, and I hope Sif can take time to attend his wedding. After all, Sif is his only living relative.

Fantasy novels don't dare to write like this.

But this is reality, so it's okay.

Roland's lips twitched, his eyes were stagnant, and he didn't even notice that Sif snatched the letter away.

Sif was a little puzzled. What happened to Roland, who was always calm and composed?

What did his father say to make Roland lose his composure like this?

Sif snorted lightly, a little dissatisfied.

Usually, she always said that she couldn't keep her temper and was not stable enough. Now she is like this too.

Sif unfolded the letter, read it, and was shocked, her eyes were dull.

Her mind was blank.

Wait, my father and the sea witch are in love, and they are even going to get married? !

She has read many romance novels.

Serious novels generally don't dare to write like this.

No, not serious novels dare to do that either.

Sif and Roland were both silent.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after a long time, Sif whispered:

"Roland, pinch me, I want to make sure I'm not dreaming."

"Wait, why don't you pinch yourself? No, why don't you pinch me?" Roland was halfway through his words when he realized that Sif wanted him to pinch himself, and quickly changed his words.

"No need to pinch, it's not a dream, what should I do now?" Roland asked softly.

Sif was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Go."

"Aren't you afraid of danger?"

"This should be true." Sif said firmly, "If you want to trick me into going, you can't make up such an outrageous reason. Making up stories requires logic, but reality doesn't. Roland, it should be okay for you to cooperate with the magic mirror while I'm away."

"I don't agree." Roland firmly objected.

"That's my father, my only relative." Sif opposed Roland's objection.

"What I mean is, I don't agree with you going alone, I can't accept you getting into an accident. In short, we'll die together and live together."

Sif looked at Roland, her eyes moving, and the ice gradually melted.

"Well." A gentle voice came.