in the name of the queen.

Chapter 281 Your Majesty, don’t be in a daze, I’m behind you
"Look, it's a big iron ship!"

"No, it's a steel monster!"

"Don't talk nonsense, that's a big iron ship with a white rose flag on the mast. It's Her Majesty the Queen's flagship!"

The ironclad ship entered the mouth of the Tamas River, moving very slowly.

It's not that there's a lack of motivation, it's just that I want more people to see the heroic appearance of the giant ship.

The display effect was very good and there were many onlookers.

Not only that, it also alarmed many ministers who were not present yet.

For example, Secretary of the Navy Winston and Secretary of the Treasury Smith and others.

They waited in the watchtower next to the port for a long time, observing the incoming Fourth Fleet.

After seeing the stunning appearance of the armored giant ship through the telescope, their first reaction was that it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

I rubbed my eyes hard and raised the telescope again to confirm that it was not fake.

Winston's face looked ugly, like a corpse that had been dead for three or four days.

Mr. Smith's face was little better than theirs.

On the other hand, Alban's expression was quite relaxed, and he was even in the mood to mock Winston, "Mr. Winston, I remember you once said that if a giant steel ship sailed into the mouth of the Thames River, you would choose to eat it alive. What can you consider now? The sauce tastes better.”

Winston was already in a very bad mood, and after being ridiculed by Alban, he became even more angry.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, although Smith was in a bad mood, he still stepped forward to break up the fight.

"Is this the time for a fight? What should we do?"

Winston snorted angrily but said nothing.

He was not angry, but his mind was blank and he really couldn't think of a solution.

Alban didn't say anything, just snorted and walked out the door.

Seeing that he was leaving, Smith and others were a little surprised.

"Alban, where are you going?"

"Nonsense, go pick her up. The whole city will go to the pier to greet the woman later. It will be too conspicuous if we are the only ones left."

Alban walked very fast, his voice still echoed in the air, and he was already dozens of meters away.

"This bastard runs pretty fast!"

Director Rice murmured quietly and walked down the mountain.

When sailing on the sea, you have to watch the wind. Now the wind is not in the right direction, so you can only retreat temporarily.

Having said that, the Queen's new flagship seems to have no sails. Where does her power come from?
Rice was a little confused.

What he couldn't understand was not only intelligence and battleships, but also the future.

With a sigh, he chased Alban helplessly.

Looking at Alban's straight back, he felt a little more confident.

Don't panic, Mr. Alban is so calm, he must have a solution.

As long as you don't mess up, things will get better.

Because of his trust in Albon, Director Rice regained his confidence and became much lighter on his feet.

Smee, who was walking at the end, looked at Alban's back and frowned gradually.

Something is wrong, something is really wrong with Albon.

Eyes do not deceive, but for an old politician like Albon who has complete control over his emotions, looking at his eyes is useless.

However, no matter how good the acting skills are, veteran actors will also be inadvertently slack.

After all, Albon’s joy when he came down the mountain could not be hidden.

What is he happy about? Is it a conspiracy plan?
Thinking of the conspiracy plan, Smith's heartbeat continued to accelerate and he bit his lip.

He temporarily put aside his worries about Albon and began to worry about his own future.

When the new emperor ascends the throne, the political arena will definitely be reshuffled. Even if Sylph is a political idiot, she still has Walder and Roland by her side, so she won't be too out of line.

Most of the cabinet members will be able to go ashore, and a few will remain in office, but there will definitely be some who will not make it through.

Unfortunately, he definitely wasn't going to make it.

Luckily, Albon did it too!
Smith thought hard and dispelled his doubts about Alban.

Albon has openly opposed the Queen many times. He is not clean either. He can only go to the dark side.

Thinking of this guy's plan, Smith was still trembling all over.

Even if there was a chance of survival, he would not choose this path, but he had no choice.

The main reason is that Sylph and Roland did a good job overseas.

In just over a year, they united all forces overseas, established trade routes, captured part of the Vaal city-state, and defeated the Kingdom of Oden to expand their territory. These were all remarkable achievements.

Not only that, they brought back news of the old emperor from the deep sea, as well as survivors of the Fourth Fleet, and even established friendly relations with the Sea Demons.

They were very aware of the Queen's achievements, but they just didn't want to publicize them.

But they don’t publicize it; some people do it.

Bards love to tell stories about the Queen, and the damn Sun never misses an opportunity to spread the word.

With the help of thoughtful people, the common people in the imperial capital believed that the queen was the savior, and the cabinet was the cause of everyone's unsatisfactory life.

Thinking of this, Smith almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

What do these thugs know about politics?

As long as their savior disappears, who else will they be counting on?

Smee lowered his head, fearing that someone would notice the fierceness in his eyes. Even if there was no one around, this kind of thing must be planned carefully.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are never the same. Some people are uncomfortable while others are ecstatic.

Wald watched the fleet enter the port from the highest hotel box near the pier, dancing happily.

He didn't even bother to pick up the driver later and took a big gulp of red wine.

The old face was a little more rosy, and Walder laughed loudly, feeling happy. It would be some time before the fleet docked, and he could still have a few more drinks.

He is getting older. Only the Lord of the Underworld knows how many years he can drink. While he can still drink, hurry up and have a few more drinks.

After drinking the last glass of wine, Walder walked out the door with a slight stagger.

He hummed, his beard and eyebrows raised, and he didn't even notice that the threshold was broken and the toes of his feet were swollen.

Compared with the ministers' different thoughts, the mood of ordinary people is much simpler.

Long live the Queen!

A short sentence is enough to express their true feelings.

They don't care who holds the power, they just want to live a more comfortable life, and they just hope that the glory of the country can let them bathe a little.

But the cabinet could not give them this.

Although there are always people who preach the disadvantages of monarchical dictatorship, they simply don't listen.

Monarchy is not good for dictatorship, and I haven’t seen your cabinet doing personnel matters?

What a coincidence, today is a rare sunny day in the Imperial Capital.

The sun was shining so brightly that the people standing near the pier couldn't help but stretch out their hands to protect themselves from the sun.

They didn't know that the Fourth Fleet had been at sea for three more days just for this beautiful sunny day.

This is Roland's suggestion.

Weather does affect mood.

Sunny days and gloomy days can give people completely different moods.

The imperial capital has been gloomy for more than ten consecutive days, but it was sunny just after the Queen came back. This is not a coincidence, but the recognition of the great goddess!
This is the kind of atmosphere Roland wants to create.

What if everyone doesn’t think about this?
It doesn't exist. There are trustworthy people in the crowd, and they will guide public opinion skillfully.

As long as this statement reaches a large scale, there will be no room for doubt.

If you dare to question the relationship between Sunshine and the Queen today, will you question the legitimacy of the Queen tomorrow?
Roland arranged many entrustments.

Just when the ship anchored and the boarding board was laid, the long-lost famous bard appeared in the dock square.

Adam and Lilith appeared in the square and began to chant.

They sang the imperial anthem.

"God Save the Queen."

The imperial national anthem has two versions: God Save the Emperor and God Save the Queen, which are adapted to the gender of the monarch.

The people in the Imperial Capital have not heard the Queen's version for nearly a hundred years.

The old people began to recall the legend of the last queen.

It's a pity that it's so long ago that they don't remember it.

But it doesn’t matter, there are people in the crowd helping everyone learn science.

"Queen Isabella III is kind and generous at home, and expands her territory externally. She is only a little short of the Great Emperor level."

"But this is our country's high requirements for the emperor's evaluation. If according to the standards of Rodinia mainland, Queen Isabella is fully qualified to receive the title of great emperor."

After the human horn was finished, someone snorted unconvinced and took up the topic: "Queen Sylph will definitely become the emperor!"

Although it is still a little early to say whether he has the appearance of an emperor, many people already agree.

There are also some mature and prudent people who do not accept it for the time being, but they also recognize that Queen Sylph must be a promising and wise king.

Anyway, everyone is happy.

"The Queen is back, it will be sunny!"

Someone shouted a slogan compiled by Roland in the crowd, and someone quickly responded.

The shouts were louder than the waves, and the sound shook the sky.

Queen Sylve stood on the deck wearing a navy uniform, smiling, holding a sword in her left hand and waving her right hand to greet the crowd.

She really wanted to turn around and give Roland a proud smile, but unfortunately she couldn't.

She is the queen now and must maintain flawless appearance.

Teacher Margaret is in the crowd. If she loses her etiquette, the teacher will be very sad.

This is the bad thing about being a queen, you have to pay attention to the impact of everything you say and do.

If she were the Earl of Tyrone now, she could even hold Roland's hand and point to the shore.

Being an emperor is tiring, and you must find someone trustworthy to share the pressure.

If she focuses on dealing with government affairs, how can she have time to hone her fighting skills?
She can't stand up, who will deal with Sophia?
Thinking of this indisputable reason, her eyes lit up, and even the sunlight took away some of its light from her amazing charm.

Roland, who was standing behind her, noticed that her gently waving arms stopped and reminded him softly:
"Your Majesty, don't be in a daze, and don't look back. I'm behind you."

Sif didn't speak, just regained her composure and continued to wave to the crowd.

When getting off the boat, Sif finally found a chance to look at Roland with her peripheral vision.

Roland's eyes were half concerned and half happy, as clear as the Hanseatic sky.

He will certainly support a new vision for the distribution of cabinet powers.

Sif was very convinced.

Stepping onto the dock, she felt more at ease than ever before.

It feels unreal when I think of the embarrassment I was in when I left more than a year ago.

Only with her feet on the ground could she feel at ease.

At an angle that no one else could see, Sif reached out from her sleeve and pinched Roland's palm through the shield.

The palms were soft and broad, flowing with Roland's warmth.

It was indeed not a dream.

There is no such hot real touch in the dream.

(End of this chapter)