in the name of the queen

Chapter 272 I don’t dare to write a serious novel like this

Even if a thousand years have passed, people will never forget June 1793, 6 in the magical new calendar.

Queen Sylph's birthday.

and the Queen's Accession Day.

People will never forget her ambition when she came to the throne.

The soft singing voice declares wild determination.

After attending the coronation ceremony, Mr. William, who was originally a swinger, quietly changed his mind.

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

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

When he boarded the ship back to the imperial capital, Mr. William's somewhat stooped waist was straightened, and the high blood pressure that had plagued him for more than a year was miraculously cured.

He was infected by the Queen's confidence.

He believes that a new era is slowly opening. He is a witness and creator of history.

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

William's face was flushed, but Walder 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 possesses her, please don't leave.

Walder prayed silently.

He knew that Roland had contributed here, but he didn't quite believe that Roland + Sif could have such an excellent chemical reaction, so he had to blame them on the deal they made with the devil.

His thoughts are not surprising.

There are strong people in this world who have made rapid progress, and there are also many wizards who were once stupid and suddenly became enlightened.

At first people thought it was the awakening of a genius, but later they found out that most of them were making a deal with the devil.

Wald stayed in Hanseatic City for three days, drinking until he was drunk every day, for fear that he would wake up from the dream after waking up.

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

Facing Sif who was seeing her off, Wald wanted to say a few words of sincerity, but suddenly realized that there was nothing to remind her, so he simply waved goodbye coolly.

He and William followed the Second Fleet back to the imperial capital.

He saw William's wavering, and wanted to take advantage of this trip to build some connections for Shiv.

He is old, and the future belongs to Sif and Roland. Of course he wants to pave the way for young people.

He also has a family, with sons and grandchildren.

If Sif does well, his children and grandchildren will be able to enjoy the dividends.

Walder thought very clearly that he was a 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 rosy-faced William, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile:

"William, it's really sunny overseas."

Of course William could understand what Walder meant.

He did not immediately agree, but said casually: "Although the sunshine is good, there is also a lot of wind and rain."

"Sunshine and wind and rain do not conflict. We should not ignore the wind and rain because of the sunshine, nor should we ignore the sunshine because of the wind and rain, right?"

Looking at Walder's eyes that were shining with frightening light, William was silent for a long time and said slowly:
"Brother Walder, I am getting old. I will resign when His Majesty returns to the imperial capital. Your Majesty is a generous man and will definitely arrange for me properly."

Walder laughed loudly, "William, you are twenty-one years younger than me, and you want to run away before I even think about retiring? Don't even think about it!"

"Her Majesty the Queen already has a loyal team overseas. Governor Roland is young and promising, and the Queen has great trust in him. He is the most suitable candidate for the new Prime Minister."

Walder patted his shoulder, his expression becoming serious.

"Listen to me, old man, Roland is not interested in the position of prime minister. He wants more. If you don't want to be prime minister, should you let Alban and Smith's gang become prime minister?"

Hearing these two names, William's spirit became sharp, and his face gradually became serious.

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

Walder smiled like an old fox and slapped William's ear hard.

"Then do it well and show your worth!"

After convincing William, Walder breathed a sigh of relief and grasped the handrail of the railing with force to stabilize his somewhat swaying body.

He took a deep breath, and the color gradually returned to his slightly darkened eyes.

As I get older, my body is no longer useful.

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

He glanced back.

The port of Emre has long since disappeared into the distance below the horizon. He was a little curious, what were Sif and Roland doing?

They are opening letters.

A handwritten letter.

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

The handwriting on the envelope clearly came from her father, the old Emperor Edward.

Halfway through taking it apart, her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't take it apart at all.

"Roland, come and remove it." Her voice was weak, as if she was recovering from a long illness.

Although she had thought about how to deal with her father, and had thought about facing him coldly, when an autograph letter with his father's handwriting appeared, family affection still overcame everything.

This is Sif's only living relative. She has just grown up, how can she be cold-blooded.

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

He persuaded his lover to kill his father, but he really couldn't do it.

Roland opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. After reading a few lines, his eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils seemed to be experiencing a shocking tsunami.

what? !

Roland was stunned.

Even if Edward said that he was the newly awakened Poseidon, he wouldn't be so surprised.

But the facts stated in Edward's letter were outrageous.

The old man first tried to get close to his daughter, playing the emotional card, and then said that he was living a good life in the witch's underwater city. More than 3,000 lucky people in the escort fleet were also saved by the sea witch.

Those who killed Fino and tens of thousands of sailors were the Grim clan and other elites of the ocean army under General Hai Ao, and had nothing to do with the Sea Witch.

The sea witch is a kind girl.

she's fine.

He was fine with her.

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

No fantasy novel would dare to write like this.

But it’s reality, so it’s okay.

The corners of Roland's lips twitched and his eyes were glazed over. He didn't even notice Sif snatching the letter away.

Sif was a little confused, what happened to the always calm Roland?
What on earth did his father say to make Roland lose his temper like this?

Sif snorted slightly, a little dissatisfied.

She usually says that she can't hold her breath and is not stable enough, but she must be like this now.

Sif unfolded the letter and read, shocked, eyes glazed over.

Her mind went blank.

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

She has read many romance novels.

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

No, even those who are not serious would not dare.

Sif and Roland were both silent.

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

"Roland, pinch me. I want to make sure it's not a dream."

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

"No need to pinch me. It's not a dream. What should I do now?" Roland asked softly.

Sif was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Go."

"Are you afraid of danger?"

"This should be true." Sif said categorically: "If you want to lie to me, you can't make up such an outrageous reason. Making up a story requires logic, but reality does not. Roland, if you cooperate with the magic mirror while I am away, it should not be possible Question."

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

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

"What I mean is that I don't agree with you going alone. I can't accept your accident. In short, we must die together and live together."

Sif looked at Roland with waves in her eyes, and the ice gradually melted.

"Yeah." A gentle voice came.

(End of this chapter)