in the name of the queen.

Chapter 295 Is this also a part of humiliation?
Christine looked at Joseph's back, her eyes full of loneliness.

Joseph is the descendant of the teacher, only one or two years older than her. He was sent to the Holy Temple when he was young, and he was promoted to the high-level Holy Temple based on his ability. He can be said to be young and promising.

Doesn't he know that the Wende Empire is a dead end?
of course I know.

Even if you know, some things still have to be done.

Joseph's family is a hereditary noble of the Wende Empire. His ancestors have been famous generals in the empire, and their destiny has long been highly bound to the empire.

If he doesn't go back, he will be scolded for the rest of his life.

Christine is different.

She was a cleric who served the goddess, but she happened to be born in the Wende Empire.

She had received favors from the Wende Empire, but she had long since repaid them with her performance on the battlefield.

She would feel sad for the demise of the Wende Empire, but she had no position or reason to be buried with him.

After rapid deduction in her mind, she came to a relatively reliable conclusion.

She and these temple warriors were the spark for the restoration of Wende.

The dawn of victory suddenly appeared, but Christine couldn't laugh.

The process may be quick or slow, but sooner or later it will come.

War is the cruelest art, and she is a professional in this aspect.

"Teacher, if it were you, what would you choose?"

As long as you get the actual benefits, it's better to keep a low profile.

In such a huge empire, it would be too miserable if there was no one to accompany you during the curtain call.

But the fire must be preserved.

The firmness and determination just now were completely gone, and there was only helplessness and confusion in her eyes.

Although the Wende Empire had the potential to mobilize an army of millions, it would eventually perish.

Joseph also understood, so he would not use moral kidnapping to force her to go back.

She once sacrificed thousands of people as bait to annihilate the main force of the rebels and achieved a brilliant victory. She was also called the "cold-blooded witch" because of this victory.

She is no longer the cold-blooded witch who treats everyone as a pawn, but a wise commander with both determination and human emotions.

After watching Roland leave, Christine sat back on the chair feebly, her slender body sunk deeply into the large leather seat, and her eyelids drooped.

Roland gave her a choice. She could bring 10,000 people back and try to reverse the situation of the war. If the war went unfavorably, she could lead the Wende royal family to retreat and form a government-in-exile.

She made the most rational choice, but is there really absolute rationality in this world?

It depends on the degree of internal friction.

There is no need to mark the data, she knows the weight of the pieces.

The next part of the restoration is Christine's.

Although she felt a little sad, Christine controlled her expression well and kept silent about the twists and turns just now. Instead, she introduced to Roland the current status of the expansion of the temple warriors.

There are some things that outsiders can't advise, so it's better not to say anything.

Although the number of people is almost the same as that of the reorganized field army, Christine still maintains the nominal establishment of a division.

Even if the entire country falls, as long as there are Wende people alive, there is hope for restoration.

However, today she once again made a cold-blooded choice.

If an army has a corps-level number and a corps-level combat capability, it is a corps-level unit.

During the recent Battle of Helenzburg, she completed her transformation.

But, can she win if she goes back?
Entering the professional world, Christine's spirits instantly lifted.

After listening to the introduction, seeing that Christine was not in a high mood, Roland said goodbye knowingly and left, leaving Christine to digest her melancholy.

The aging Wende Empire is full of internal conflicts, and the parliament can do nothing but hold things back. Sophia is just missing, not dead. She will come sooner or later.

She remembered the look in Joseph's eyes when he was leaving, and she understood instantly.

With Roland's strong support, the temple warriors lost in the Battle of Helenzburg have all been replaced, and the number has continued to expand to 37,000.

Kristine took a deep breath and her expression returned to calm.

She came to the military map, stared at the surroundings of the Wende Empire, frowned in thought, and placed a few chess pieces on it from time to time.

Because these prerequisites are too harsh.

Wende will not perish!

This army is temporarily designated as the 19th Division of the Light Skitarii Army.

It can not only take care of the emotions of the Wende people, but also boost morale, and the reputation is also preserved.

Even if it is a division in name only.

If the Wende Empire is united, if there is no parliament holding back, if the country can quickly activate its war potential, and if Sophia never shows up, there is indeed a great chance of victory.

Joseph and Wende will live and die together, and the whole world will know the bloody nature of Wende people.

None of them are easy.

Standing in front of the window, Miss Saint turned her gaze to the north.

Hundreds of kilometers beyond the horizon, at the end of the horizon, is Hanseatic City, the center of the governorate.

The city is not big, but full of vitality.

There is fierce competition among colleagues, but they are also very united externally.

Only such a team can have a chance to defeat Sophia.

There was no time to mourn for the impending Wende Empire. After handling the handover of Val City, Roland handed over the city to Tony and Christine and returned to Hansa City on his own.

Sif will go to the front line in person soon, waiting for Sophia to show up.

He had to seize the time to recharge the ice crystal blue ring so that Sif would know Sophia's true strength.

The decisive battle is imminent and all time is precious.

No knocking was heard, but the courtyard door was opened.

Angelina, who was flipping through the newspaper, was a little surprised and looked up outside.

She had been under house arrest in a manor on the outskirts of Hanseatic City for a week.

When she was first arrested, she couldn't sleep all night. She was so embarrassed, angry, and sad that she tossed and turned all night long.

She was afraid that Roland would change his mind and continue to humiliate her, and she was also afraid that the Queen would be angry because of her failure.

But she soon discovered that worrying about gains and losses was meaningless and would only make her suffer from lack of sleep and bags under her eyes.

Since you can't escape, then just stay in peace.

Although Roland is a villain, he does a good job on the surface. He arranges her according to the highest-level prisoner of war treatment, and thoughtfully arranges for her a Rurik chef who is good at cooking local dishes.

In just a few days, she turned her grief and anger into food and even gained two pounds.

She is only under house arrest, not really in jail. She can even get two newspapers and borrow three books every week.

It's a pity that I can't choose newspapers freely and can't see first-hand news from my hometown.

The newspapers assigned to her by Roland were the overseas edition of "The Sun" and "Rodinia Weekly".

The book catalog was also carefully selected by Roland.

What she is reading today is an encyclopedia book about the underwater world.

She was so immersed in all kinds of novel knowledge that she almost forgot about the world.

But the world has not forgotten her.

The person who came to see her was Roland.

Angelina bit her lip and looked a little ugly.

She originally thought she wouldn't have to see Roland again, a guy who seemed harmless but actually had no bottom line, but he still came.

Are you here to inspect the spoils of war or to play with cats and mice?

If it were the two days after she was captured, Angelina might have been emotional, but now her mood is very stable.

Her Majesty the Queen said that reading makes people calm, but she could never calm down. Instead, she had to become a prisoner of war before she had the opportunity to read.

She really lived up to the Queen's expectations.

With a sigh, Angelina inserted the bookmark into the half-read content. Angelina closed the page. Before she could put the book back on the shelf, Roland appeared at the door of the study.

Even though they were here, Angelina didn’t bother to collect the books.

She stood up and was about to salute Roland, but her hand that was halfway raised froze in the air.

How should she greet Roland? Military salute is definitely not acceptable.

The Imperial soldiers had lost all face by her.

After a moment of astonishment, Angelina pinched the non-existent hem of her skirt and curtsied.

Her knees were a little stiff and her movements were particularly awkward, making the corners of Angelina's lips twitch slightly.

Fortunately, Roland didn't pay attention and casually waved his hand for her to sit down.

Roland sat down in another chair and said hello with a smile.

"Are you still used to living here?"

A few days ago, Angelina would probably have been unable to control her temper and have a few quarrels with Roland.

Now she just smiled calmly, "I'm fine. The chef you found is very authentic, and the food is the taste of hometown."

"That's good. If you have any difficulties in life, you can directly ask the maid. We in Sussex are a civilized country and will not treat prisoners of war badly."

Angelina bit her lip and swallowed the words when they reached her lips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cover of the book on the table, and the corners of Roland's mouth curved upward in a nice way.

This is a book he brought back from the bottom of the sea, and after processing it became his work.

Spreading knowledge to the barbaric Rurik high-ranking officials can also get the Inheriter Badge. Thinking of the badge he was about to get, Roland almost laughed out loud.

The purpose of his trip was not for this, but to recharge the ring.

After a few words of greeting, Roland took off the ice crystal blue ring from the middle finger of his left hand and slowly raised it.

"This is Sophia's trump card for you."

Angelina said nothing, her face turned slightly red.

Holding the ring given by the Queen but being captured by Roland was a shame that she could not wash away.

Angelina's mood is written on her face, you don't need to guess, you can understand it at a glance.

Roland really can't see through the thoughts of serious girls. Fortunately, Angelina is a neutral soul hiding in the girl's body.

As long as you don't think of her as a girl, you'll understand in seconds.

"Angelina, if you were my subordinate and experienced such a disastrous failure, what do you think I would do with you?"

"Kill." Angelina's answer was simple.

Roland was almost angry. Is this how he looked in Anjie's eyes?

Silently writing down this grudge, he shrugged and said calmly: "The leader should bear the main responsibility for assigning tasks beyond the capabilities of his subordinates."

Angelina raised her head suddenly, her eyes widening.

She knew three foreign languages. Roland's Sussex dialect was smooth and authentic, and she could hear them all clearly.

However, she understood every word Roland said, but she couldn't understand them all together.

Roland was too lazy to talk nonsense and said directly: "You have an intelligence network. You should know that I am not lying."

Angelina tried to remember, and she thought of a few small things.

Jess, the cavalry commander under Roland, was worried because of his excessive behavior in handling the warehouse arson case at the last moment. It was indeed Roland who took all the responsibility.

He didn't brag, and he did take responsibility if his command went wrong.

What will the Queen do? Will she be inferior to Roland?
This terrible idea shocked Angelina as soon as she came up with it.

She hurriedly dismissed this terrible thought and screamed angrily.

"What do you want to express? Do you want to take the opportunity to belittle Her Majesty the Queen? Let me tell you, Her Majesty the Queen will do the same, and every good leader will do the same!"

Seeing Angelina's face twisted with anger, Roland was shocked at first, and then relieved.

He just said it casually, and Angelina became anxious.

It can be seen that Sophia is not that tolerant, or not always tolerant.

After writing down this important information, Roland smiled and nodded in agreement, "I believe this is the basic quality of a good leader."

Although Roland admitted defeat in his words, Angelina was no longer in the mood to talk nonsense with him, and her tone was a bit colder.

"Mr. Governor, I am just a prisoner now. If you have any requests, please tell me directly. If nothing happens, I will rest."

"It's nothing. You are good at manipulating ice. Please help me recharge the ring."

"What are you talking about? I'll charge Her Majesty the Queen's ring and let you play with it?" Angelina couldn't believe it, there was such a shameless request.

"Yes." Roland admitted frankly.

Angelina laughed at Roland's shamelessness.

A villain is a villain, never have any illusions about him.

"I refuse, even prisoners of war have dignity." Angelina said firmly.

"Really refuse?" Roland narrowed his eyes.

"I would rather die than surrender." Angelina raised her head calmly.

Her appearance is not top-notch, but she has bright eyes, white teeth, and beautiful facial features. The young face with no trace of makeup is full of collagen, which is quite feminine.

Roland's eyes moved down from his face.

It's quite a big place, and she has a bit of a cool temperament in her movements. Most men would find it difficult to walk around seeing such a beautiful woman.

However, what Roland sees when he opens his eyes every day is Sif, and what he sees when he closes his eyes is the elf Sif. His appreciation of beauty is far beyond that of ordinary people.

For him, Angelina only belongs to the level where he can see but not much.

Seeing Roland's eyes wandering around her, Angelina was a little unhappy and frowned.

"Your Majesty the Governor, as a gentleman, is it a bit impolite to look at a lady like this?"

"I'm not a gentleman, I'm a villain." Roland said calmly.

He held his chin and smiled like a fox, "I'm thinking about how to pose your beautiful body as an ice sculpture to attract more tourists."

Angelina's face turned particularly ugly.

She was not afraid of death, but it was difficult for her to accept such a humiliating death.

"Her Majesty the Queen will never let you go!"

"Look at what you said, if I don't do this, will she let me go?" Roland looked calm.

Angelina was choked and couldn't speak, so she had to change her tone to a soft tone, "Don't you care about the reputation at all?"

"I care, I care very much. But compared to death, a mere reputation is nothing. I said that failure beyond the scope of ability will not be held accountable. You were forced, and the Queen can forgive you."

Angelina was speechless for a moment.

After going around in a circle, Roland was actually waiting for her here?
This is what she said herself. The Queen will not criticize her subordinates harshly. Can she take back what she just said now?
Angelina's face looked ugly, and her lips were about to bleed.

Roland knew that she was wavering and handed over the ring directly without giving her time to think.

"I don't have the best patience."

Tears of humiliation rolled down Angelina's cheeks. She vowed to make Roland pay the price sooner or later. She took the ring with gritted teeth and said bitterly:
"My strength is low and I can't fully recover even if I charge it with all my strength. Is it necessary?"

"It's up to me to decide whether it's necessary or not!"

Roland put away his smile and said calmly: "I'm going to find the ice sculpture artist now. In three days, if I don't see the ring full of energy, your beauty will bloom to everyone."

Angelina almost fainted.

She asked quietly: "Your Majesty the Governor, is this what you said that you will not punish your subordinates for their lack of ability?"

"Of course I won't embarrass my subordinates, but you are the enemy."

Roland smiled and teased: "Of course, you can also surrender. I warmly welcome you."

Angelina answered in one word.

"Pooh!"

Roland ignored the livid Angelina, laughed heartily, and walked away.

I can’t cure Sophia, so I can’t cure you?
Early the next morning, Roland took the ring from Angelina, whose eyes were red.

To be fair, Angelina is indeed very attentive.

It seems that she has little interest in showing off her charm in public.

Her strength is indeed far inferior to Sophia's, but this ring has been modified by Sophia and can be charged and released repeatedly. As long as she is patient, she can recover eight or nine points.

Feeling the coldness and murderous intent coming from the ring, Roland smiled brightly.

Sif is coming soon, and this ring is just the right thing to share with her, so that she can also feel the power of one-tenth of Sophia's attack power.

(End of this chapter)