in the name of the queen

Chapter 219 Use rumors to restrain rumors
The linking ceremony is completed.

In the grand scene of the sea of ​​flowers, Xif walked barefoot and sat casually under the tree, her smile melting into the sunshine and blooming brightly.

Roland was stunned.

At this moment, the images of Sif and the flower sea elf overlap and then separate.

But he knew very well that the Flower Sea Elf had never set foot on the River Styx, and there was no possibility of reincarnation.

He remembered another thing.

In the third era, a prophecy was circulated among the elves, to the effect that elves would merge with humans in the distant future to form new humans.

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

They believe that the elves have noble blood and cannot be contaminated by lower races, and the human race that they have never heard of is what they consider a lower race.

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

Those who became gods first stood at the top and saw the endless scenery. They did not want more people to climb to the top, but to block the climbing path.

Officials certainly know what to do, but they need someone to sign off and authorize it.

As night fell and the stars twinkled, Sif looked up and couldn't find her own stars.

The starlight and glory of the natural star path belong to the goddess of nature, and those who come after her can only kneel on the ground and bathe in the remaining light and shadow.

Roland was a little angry when he looked at the documents that were sent to Sif regardless of their size.

Of course he could not have imagined that Sif was dancing in the sea of ​​flowers dozens of kilometers away. As her hair flew in the wind, the originally colorful sea of ​​flowers under her feet gradually turned red.

No one can hurt Sophia here unless she does it herself.

Roland believed that he and Sif were not the only such elves, there must be others. These people are also his potential future teammates.

The flowers seemed to be dyed red by the sunset, or soaked in blood, making them crimson.

The path the goddess has walked has only footprints and no future.

The elves were once extremely glorious, but in the end they became a joke.

The elves follow the goddess of nature, respect nature, and follow the goddess's teachings, but in the end it is just a big dream.

When humans look up at the stars, the stars seem to be within reach, but in fact they are far away.

Roland raised his brows and saw that Sif's skin was as smooth as jade and her whole face was radiant. Knowing that she had an epiphany, he said goodbye and left.

Ancient memories filled her consciousness, making her feel like she had returned to that desperate and tragic era.

They struggled to find a way beyond the ordinary world, but were shot dead near the top again and again.

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

"Do it quickly!" Roland signed his name with a swipe of his pen.

This was true for the elves and earth spirits of the third era, and it was also true for the peak ethnic groups in subsequent eras.

They work hard to find traces of the human race, hoping to prevent trouble before it happens, silence them in advance, and change the outcome of the prophecy. However, no humans were found until the end of the Third Age.

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

All the trivial matters are sent to the governor. What are the officials in various provinces and departments doing?
He put down his pen and quickly figured out what these people were thinking. Of course they know what to do, and the complete solution plan is attached at the back of the report.

In Sif's absence, the mountain of documents must be handled by him personally.

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

"The sewers in the slums of Dongcheng District are in disrepair and urgently need treatment."

The high-ranking elves vowed never to let the blood of lower races contaminate the noble elves. However, this boomerang came back in a strange way three epochs later.

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

The plane of Theia is a land of gods and rich in resources. Three goddesses have been born in the past. There was still a chance to give birth to more true gods. However, the three goddesses who went first cut off the path of those who came after.

Sif is not a soft persimmon.

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

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.

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

But she won't be confused anymore.

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

Sifu, who was sitting under the tree, seemed to sense something. She slowly raised her head and said softly:
"Roland, you go back first, I want to stay here for a while."

This was also a regret that the elves could not let go of back then.

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

If there is no starlight to guide you, then become your own star.

Before leaving, he set up a large number of traps around the valley, and then he left with peace of mind.

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

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

This is her choice and Roland's choice.

She lowered her head and looked at her fingertips. The crimson blood spots made the snow-white skin look a little more ferocious, but she was not annoyed at all.

This is the best gift Roland gave her.

There were the same marks on his fingertips. They share knowledge, share cultivation experience, and can even share lives after active activation.

The right to initiate the life link even lies with her.

She couldn't imagine what kind of trust this was, but she would never betray it.

Sif looked up at the sky, opened her arms to face the light of the blue moon, and burst into tears.

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 a row of muskets in front of her, she can 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 brightly 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 premonition 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, then sat down opposite Roland and asked in a low voice, "Is Sif not here?"

"If you're talking about tonight, I'm not here." Roland shrugged and responded with Sussex-style 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, 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 no such thing."

"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 The jurisdiction recruits and trains temple warriors.”

"It's just nonsense."

Roland sneered and said: "The innocent will self-exonerate themselves, 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 that goes along with 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 super healing power. Perhaps this healing power can also repair membranes, but Roland knew that this was a vicious rumor.

However, 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 had no way of proving whether it was original or repaired second-hand.

Roland's face looked ugly, and murderous intent surged in his chest.

If this rumor ruined his cooperation plan with Christine, he would have to kill the person who spread the rumor.

No, even if there is no destruction, there must be a price to pay for this shameless behavior against his allies.

Feeling the killing intent surging in Roland, Lisa quickly held his hand and said softly:

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

Anger was swallowed up by surprise. Roland looked at Lisa with wide eyes, and his tone was a little more expectant.

"As expected of my sister, is there a way to do this?"

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

"What are you going to do?"

"Keep it secret!" Lisa showed a sly smile, blinked and prepared to leave.

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

Sister Lisa is very good, knows how to behave, understands 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 suddenly and asked in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"

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

Lisa held her head high, her proud eyes shining with wisdom.

"We need more explosive information. I plan to conduct an exclusive interview with a reporter from the overseas edition of The Sun to reveal some of your preferences for women anonymously."

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

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

Lisa smiled like a little fox.

"For example, you only like beauties with plump figures and don't like ordinary girls."

Roland was stunned and immediately understood what Lisa meant.

As long as Roland is portrayed as only liking girls with big boobs, the rumors between Christine and him will be self-defeating.

Christine is good at everything, but is poorly developed in certain positions.

She is a saint and does not need to get married and have children. This is not a disadvantage at first. It even becomes an advantage because she is relatively comfortable when wearing armor.

With this breaking news, Christine's reputation has been preserved, but how can she hold her head high and be a good person in the future?

Roland rejected Lisa's idea without hesitation.

"Absolutely not."

(End of this chapter)