in the name of the queen

Chapter 220 Young Girl
"Why?!"

Lisa was a little unconvinced.

This is the crystallization of her wisdom after thinking hard all afternoon!

It can not only win An Xifu's heart, but also preserve Christine's innocence. At the same time, it can also completely draw a clear line between Roland and Christine.

As soon as these words come out, Christine will never have a relationship with Roland that goes beyond friendship.

Of course she didn't do this out of selfish motives, she was just afraid that Sif would misunderstand.

Sif is the empress of the empire, how could she accept an affair between Roland and the Saint?

Although I feel sorry for Christine, this is for everyone's benefit.

However, Roland refused to accept it. Could it be that he had thoughts about Miss Saint in his heart?

Seeing Lisa being dominated by her love brain, Roland had no choice but to patiently explain to her.

A dark figure stepped out of the shadows, the moonlight shining on his face, and it was Joseph.

When Christine spoke up, Joseph had no reason to stop her. He stared at Roland and reminded him coldly:

Although it was a few years ago that Christine studied military affairs with her grandfather, he knew this arrogant girl very well.

Based on what he knew about her, he would definitely go berserk if he heard such rumors.

Lisa couldn't resist him, so she had to remind her softly: "Kristine is arrogant and arrogant. I'm really afraid that she will do something extreme. Please try to persuade her."

Lisa was a little anxious. Can this be said?

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong for Christine to cooperate with Roland, but from the current point of view, there would definitely be trouble.

He couldn't connect the ruthless killing machine on the battlefield with the girl wearing pink slippers.

When Roland rushed to the church, the lights in Christine's office on the third floor were still on.

The cotton slippers she is wearing are actually pink?

Rumors will always be thrown in the face of the real owner as soon as possible, so that they are effective.

"Your Excellency Guangming, it is Christine's long-cherished wish to become an official saint. Don't make it difficult for her."

Lisa didn't speak, but her beautiful eyes said everything.

He simply couldn't bear to think about Christine's rage, so he might as well find a reason to go to Val City tomorrow.

Although Lisa was anxious, Roland still persisted.

Joseph slowly loosened his hand on the sword hilt and sighed softly.

"Sister, although your method is a bit unconventional, it is indeed a solution. I don't care, but what do Christine think?"

Roland still had nothing to say.

Seeing that Roland was going to find Christine now, Lisa almost fainted, "Roland, do you want to see what time it is? If you go to find her now, aren't you going to confirm the rumors?"

Rumors spread quickly, and he already knew about it, but he was still hiding it from Christine.

"In a hurry."

Knowing that the Holy Lady is high-spirited and yet still making such suggestions, she is afraid that she will have few enemies, right?

Joseph did not get out of the way to the stairs, frowned and said: "Your Excellency Guangming, maybe you don't care about reputation, but Miss Saint does. Please respect yourself."

Roland smiled and nodded, swallowing his words.

Just when Joseph felt that he understood his grandfather's closed disciple best, Roland happened to walk into the saint's office.

He frowned slightly and reminded softly: "Your Excellency Guangming, it is late at night. If you want to talk to the saint, please come tomorrow."

Christine stayed in Hansa during this period and was busy reorganizing the army and selecting new recruits all day long.

Roland was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by a dark shadow.

"You can insult my reputation, but you can't doubt Christine." Roland said calmly, walking through the passage that Joseph gave way to, without even looking at the high-level temple with his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

Don’t always worry about what Christine thinks, but think about what Sif will think!

"It's me." Roland's expression was flat.

Roland motioned Lisa to sit down and said softly: "I will go to Christine and tell her about the rumors. I will also tell her the solution and let her decide for herself."

Now that Lisa knows, Christine probably knows too.

Christine was wearing a milky white home dress, and her long hair that was usually tied up was draped loosely around her shoulders.

He had a headache. He couldn't hide this kind of thing for too long, even if he could hide it for a day.

"Please come in, Lord Guangming."

Roland changed out of his home clothes and into formal clothes, and walked under the moonlight towards the temporary church in the east of the city.

"If I don't go ahead, the rumor won't spread?"

Roland was stunned.

"Is it you?" Black Shadow was a little surprised.

Just when Joseph stopped Roland, a soft and tired voice floated from upstairs.

Seeing Roland's blank expression, Christine slowly raised her head, with a smile on her lips.

"Your Excellency Guangming. I am a girl. I am less than 18 years old this year. I am a young girl. Outside of work, I am no different from my peers."

"The cup is on the table. Pour it yourself. If you want to drink holy water, there is a cup left on the table to the left."

Roland shrugged. Holy water is water from a holy spring. It has miraculous effects on healing the body and soul of believers, but for unbelievers like him, it is just a glass of water.

Just as his throat was a little dry, Roland simply poured water, picked up the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Is something wrong?" Kristine stopped working and asked with raised eyebrows.

"I just happened to be passing by. I saw you were busy, so I came to take a look." Roland said sincerely.

"It is indeed very busy. Reorganizing the army and selecting temple warriors are already very busy. You have also packed in hundreds of thousands of die-hards, which naturally makes it even busier."

The bigots Christine is talking about are Samaritans.

They really deserve the word stubborn.

Roland smiled and teased: "Only you can deal with them."

Christine put her finger to her lips, signaling Roland to shut up.

"Roland, I also use this set of words. 'Only you can do XX things', I often say this to my subordinates."

Her eyes were shining and crystal clear.

Facing her clear eyes, Roland knew that it would be impolite to continue to go around.

You have to face it anyway, so why not just say it.

"I heard some rumors that are very unfavorable to you."

"Rumors? For example, I am your secret lover?" Christine put down the quill in her hand, her expression was extremely calm, as if she was saying that a glass of water on the table had been poured.

"You know everything? Wait, what are you doing?" Roland couldn't speak anymore.

He suddenly realized that he didn’t understand Christine at all.

Although they are allies.

"You probably didn't get me drunk and took the opportunity to do anything bad, right?" Christine was even in the mood to joke with Roland.

Roland was choked and speechless.

"Since it's a rumor, why bother paying attention to it. The teacher said that rumors only stop at the wise. Neither you nor I are fools."

Roland thought of a hundred ways to start, but he never thought that Christine didn't care at all.

Seeing Roland's weird expression, Christine sighed and picked up the quill, smiling self-deprecatingly:

"Okay, stop pretending, I'm actually very angry."

She let go of her hand, and the quills turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

Her eyes were filled with murderous intent, and her voice was much colder, "How could I not care. This is an insult to me, and it will even affect the selection of the saint. I know who did it, and she is dead."

"who is it?"

"My biggest rival, Erin."

Kristine said coldly: "First of all, eliminate your enemies. Such boring rumors will do very little harm to you. Your reputation is already very bad anyway, and you don't care if it gets worse."

After a pause for a few seconds, Kristine said softly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to attack you." "It's okay, I understand what you mean."

"Since it is not aimed at you, it is naturally aimed at me. Such vicious and accurate rumors must be made by the person who knows the most about me and the selection of the Saint."

Christine's eyes flashed with cold light, "Since the Holy Spring Resurrection Ceremony, the only one who can compete with me for the Holy Girl is Irene. It was probably not her who did it herself, but her teacher."

"Actually, they're all the same." Roland helped Christine finish the second half of the sentence.

"Eileen must die."

Kristine lost all her calmness just now and gritted her teeth, "Irene will definitely not guess that I will choose the most primitive method to determine the outcome."

The most primitive method is to kill.

As long as Irene is killed, there is no suspense about the official saint, it must be Christine.

As expected of Christine, this approach is very consistent with her character.

Although Christine was angry, she seemed to be in a good mood, at least she didn't explode on the spot.

In this case, Roland said very frankly: "Actually, I have a way, but it will hurt you a lot."

"You have something to do about this kind of thing? As expected of Your Majesty Guangming. Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, I don't believe it can be more harmful than this rumor." Christine's eyes lit up.

“The solution is to fight fire with fire.”

Roland coughed lightly and folded his armor before speaking, "No matter whether you accept it or not, you are not allowed to be angry."

"I promise, tell me quickly." Kristine was a little anxious.

Roland bit his lip and told Lisa all about her bad idea.

Christine was stunned.

Her eyes were a little distracted, and it took a long time for her to regain her composure.

She promised Roland not to be angry and drink water first, drink water!

Miss Saint picked up the water glass, but before it could be brought to her lips, there was a "click" and the poor glass was crushed on the spot. The bright red blood flowed down the fingers to the back of the hand, dripping continuously.

Roland was about to stand up when Christine pressed down her right hand to signal him not to move.

She threw the broken pieces of the water glass aside and murmured softly: "The quality is really bad."

She moved her palm slightly, and the injured area was now intact.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, "I haven't practiced enough yet, and I will still be dominated by negative emotions."

"No, emotions are part of being human. How can they be completely avoided? I just made the suggestion casually. It's up to you to decide whether to use it or not."

Christine nodded and said softly: "What a terrible and perfect idea."

Bai Jie's fingers reflected a soft light under the light, as beautiful as works of art.

"You see, this is a blessing from the goddess. I can heal myself easily, no matter how badly I am hurt."

"This was originally a good thing, but now it is very troublesome. The holy screening is meaningless to me. Even if some places are injured that should not be damaged, they can still be restored."

Kristine's face turned slightly red, and she sighed faintly: "If a glass of water accidentally spills in the middle of the pants, there is no way to explain it."

Roland was silent.

Of course he knows this. Christine is, of course, an undisputed saint, but if she fails the sanctity check, she will be disqualified.

If you can't win, you'll just play dirty, and you'll be immediately deprived of your qualifications. I feel like I've seen this routine before.

He also knew that Lisa's opinion was useful, but he couldn't persuade her.

Christine was silent for what seemed like a century before she slowly said:

"Roland, I have a few questions before making a decision."

"I will answer truthfully. If I really can't answer, I choose to remain silent."

"No silence allowed." Christine shook her head.

Although a little willful, she knew that Roland would not refuse.

"Roland, if, I mean if the rumors were true, would you be embarrassed?"

Roland's brain shut down instantly.

If he was given another 10,000 chances, he would never guess that Christine would start with this question.

As expected, the girl's thoughts cannot be guessed.

After a few seconds, Roland's brain finally regained consciousness. He knew that Christine didn't really ask him if he wanted her to be his lover, but wanted to know how attractive she was.

You're crazy, you're actually in the mood to ask such a question at this time.

"It's my honor." Roland didn't lie.

Christine is one of the top five beauties on Magic Mirror's glamor list, who would say no to her.

This was delayed by the mediocre curves, otherwise she would be in third place.

Christine asked softly: "This idea is definitely not yours, but who is it, Sif?"

"Why do you say that?" Roland was surprised.

"I'm asking you. Only a woman can think of such a bastard method."

"It's Lisa. She wants to help you. She has no ill intentions. Don't cause trouble for her."

Christine said nothing.

As expected, Roland didn't understand women. It was true that he was helping her, but it was definitely not true that he had no ill intentions.

In the eyes of Miss Saint, even a blind person can see the triangle relationship between Roland, Sif and Lisa.

Lisa never wanted more people.

Miss Saint only wanted to answer Lisa's little thought in one word.

"Pooh!"

This world is not only about love, stupid love brains don't understand the joy of following the footsteps of the goddess to the top.

Only fools talk about love, let alone a love triangle.

"Roland, last question. Do you like Sif or Lisa?"

Roland was confused by Christine's question.

He originally thought that Lisa and Sif's minds often wandered until he met Christine.

After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hands, clasped them against his chest.

"How shameless."

"Just do as you say. Don't say sorry, this happened because of me. In fact, I am causing trouble for you and your two lovers."

Kristine slowly lowered her head and sighed softly.

Roland wanted to comfort her, but couldn't think of words, so he had to say goodbye and leave.

This is the best choice and the most helpless choice.

As long as Christine still wants to become an official saint, she has to do this.

The price of staying innocent is becoming a laughing stock.

After walking out of the stairs, Roland looked back and admired Christine a little more.

She is indeed a saint who is favored by the goddess. This kind of thing can stabilize her mentality.

Although he was angry, he did not lose his composure in the end. Although he did not want to accept it, he still chose the best answer.

Roland dragged his heavy steps towards the Governor's Mansion.

Just as he was about to go back, there was a dull sound behind him.

He turned around in shock, just in time to see the three floors of the temporary church crashing down.

Okay, he takes back what he just said.

After all, Christine is just a girl under eighteen years old.

young girl.

(End of this chapter)