in the name of the queen.

Chapter 305: Sinking into the water, at a loss

Autumn comes and winter comes, and the New Year finally arrives amidst the snow.

The first snow of the magical new calendar year 1795 came as promised on the first day of the New Year.

On the hilltop outside Emre Port, there is a temporary new house.

This is the place where Roland and Sif went to enjoy the sea and hot springs together.

Night was approaching, and looking at the snow-covered ground, Sif felt a little emotional.

Unconsciously, she and Roland have known each other for almost four years.

From a reactionary who wrote random novels to an inseparable part of her life, Roland had a completely different weight in her heart.

He was already a part of her that she couldn't let go of.

"It's the last year." Sif put her head in Roland's arms and murmured softly.

"I'm not worried about them. We can stop the blood transfusion in the spring." Roland said casually.

Roland held her soft little hand and said softly:

Thalia and Nubia stayed away from the main battlefield, forming a loose alliance and declaring neutrality.

Countries such as the New Vaal Federation chose to join the Free Alliance. They were unable to compete with the Holy Alliance's huge army, which was like a bear and a tiger.

As the day of return approaches, the situation on the mainland is becoming increasingly anxious.

The whole world was trembling with fear at these words. Only the Sussex fleet shuttled between the North Sea and Harros Bay, transfusing blood to the Wende Empire.

“It’s the last year of the old days and the first year of the future.”

As for the losses of the Wende Empire.
It's not my business? Roland never felt he had any obligation to them.

Even without allies, they will resist until the end.

Other countries either choose to fight on the sidelines, become a battlefield, or hide on the sidelines and tremble.

If the Wende Empire is capable of repelling the Holy Alliance alone, does it still need allies? If he really has this strength, Sussex should beg him for an alliance.

His ability to provide low-interest loans and military assistance to the Wende Empire was already a huge hemorrhage.

It's not that he's afraid of the cold, it's just that he buys and sells for the sake of creating and killing.

The Wende Empire wanted to form an alliance with Sussex and Jin Yuan, but was told that the alliance would not be considered until the war was over.

The best solution for the Sussex Empire is to remain neutral, call for peace, and then export weapons and funds to the Wende Empire so that they have the capital to resist.

According to Master Anthony’s inference, the Sixth Return Day in 1795 must come.

"Are you worried about the Wende Empire?"

That is serious magic equipment, and it is also an external armor used to keep out the cold during the decisive battle.

Today's white bear fur coat is considered an entry-level magic equipment, with good resistance to ice damage.

Do other countries dare to support the Wende Empire?

Although this approach is a bit childish, it can make Sif feel happy, which is enough.

Astrology masters and prophets supported by major forces have also come to similar results.

They can reconcile with the whole world, but they cannot become friends with the Vladimir Empire.

A cold-blooded and rational choice.

Although Sussex did this in cold blood, it was not appeasement, but a defense of his own interests.

In addition to these small countries, there are two large countries that have not joined any camp.

Sophia has publicly announced that whoever dares to support the Wende Empire will be the next target.

Use the blood of the Wende Empire to consume the enemy's spirit.

For every bearskin coat produced, a bear is hunted.

The culprits responsible for the decline of the Wende Empire were the great nobles and royal families in the country, and the enemy that plunged the Wende Empire into dire straits was the Vladimir Empire.

What looks like a reply is actually a rejection.

The Wende Empire and the Vladimir Empire competed for the orthodox status of the Rurik people and the final interpretation of the light faith. They had irreconcilable conflicts.

So she bought five bearskin coats and wore them differently.

The Holy Alliance, headed by the Vladimir Empire, the Kingdom of Pruden, and the Kingdom of Tyrol, and the Free Alliance, headed by the Sussex Empire and the Golden Kite Republic, became two major camps.

Other small countries are not qualified to remain neutral and can only take sides.

Seeing Roland lost in thought, Sif guessed what he was worried about and asked softly:

He has done his best.

In addition to this coat, she also has a white bear fur coat called the Yeti.

She dislikes bears very much because this cunning and savage wild animal always reminds her of the terrifying enemies in the east.

Although the money had to be repaid after the war, he at least provided support.

Wearing a furry bearskin coat, her originally well-proportioned body looked particularly bloated, and her little head was squeezed into the fur collar like a doll.

Sif was a little surprised. In the past six months, she had devoted herself to touring the empire, leaving her beautiful singing voice and moving smile in every province, becoming a super star.

While enjoying the treatment of a big star, she cared less and less about domestic and foreign affairs.

Even after sorting out the information, she didn't have time to read it.

What Roland mentioned was the important information, and it didn't matter whether he looked at the other information or not.

She thought for a moment and fully understood Roland's choice.

The Wende Empire had to resist. If you don't resist at all, the enemy will come too quickly.

But they can't resist forever.

Although the odds are low, if they can really resist the onslaught of the Vladimir Empire, their national pride will be awakened, and many of the problems that originally plagued the country can be effectively solved.

By then, the Wende Empire's national destiny will flourish and even become the overlord.

This is absolutely not okay.

If the Wende Empire really resisted the frontal attack, Roland could only stab them in the back and then fight Sophia.

When did I become so cold-blooded?
Roland smiled self-deprecatingly, dispelling the boring kindness.

True kindness is to end the war as soon as possible, rather than being tied up by so-called kindness.

Ci does not control soldiers. He is now the captain in charge of 100 million people and a huge empire. He must coldly calculate the gains and losses and make the right decisions, even if some of them are cruel.

Thinking of the captain, a familiar face appeared in front of Roland's eyes.

Captain Alina who almost took him to sea to go into exile.

Is she okay now?

I heard that she also began to practice in seclusion to prepare for the decisive battle.

While Roland and Sif were admiring the snowy scenery, the sound of Ruoyouruowu footsteps came from halfway up the mountain.

Soon, Raikkonen appeared in front of them in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, Governor, this is a personal letter and formal invitation from Alina, the liberator of Jinyuan Kingdom."

When I miss the captain, the captain's letter arrives. This is really a coincidence.

Roland took the letter and handed it to Sif without even looking at it.

If it was someone else's letter, it would be okay for him to open it and read it directly, but the relationship between Sif and Alina had never been very harmonious, so it was better for Sif to read her letter first.

Sif just smiled but didn't answer.

"My hands are cold, please take it apart."

Roland glanced up and saw that Raikkonen's back was already hundreds of meters away.

This guy is quite good at observing people's emotions.

Roland smiled and shook his head, opening the envelope.

Cold hands? No one would believe this reason. During this time, Sif has been continuously strengthening her cold resistance. Her resistance to cold is ridiculously strong. How could she have cold hands? She just trusted Roland completely.

Alina's letter was very simple. After a simple greeting, she invited Roland and Sif to visit her observatory.

Of course, the open invitation is for a state visit.

Although Roland and Sif were invited, Alina knew that Sif would not go.

Sif is busy.

"What does she want to do?" Sif frowned slightly, biting her lip to swallow the second half of her sentence.

Their time was valuable and she didn't want to waste it if there wasn't a reason she couldn't refuse.

"Pry into my destiny." Roland said calmly.

"Is there something wrong with her brain?"

Sif mocked Alina's approach without hesitation, "If she had the strength and courage, she would have been able to deduce it long ago. She has no ability to deduce it at all, and she will still shrink back when the problem comes."

"This time is different. I can see her determination between the lines."

Sif frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with Roland's explanation.

"Can this be seen?"

"can."

Roland's fingertips touched a mark on the letter paper. "You see, she wrote too hard and even broke the pen, leaving traces of stains."

Xif was startled, then smiled and teased: "Is this how murderous intent and determination can be seen in the handwriting?"

Roland shrugged and just smiled.

Otherwise, do you really think it is a novel? You can see the murderous intent in the text at a glance?
He is not Sif, who knows the clairvoyance technique.

Sif took the letter, stared at it for a long time, and said softly: "Since you said so, I trust your judgment. When will you go?"

"Leave tomorrow and come back early next month at the latest."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Sif didn't stop Roland, she just put her hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and closed her eyes.

Roland leaned forward and kissed her.

Sif appeared to be a gentle yet majestic queen on the outside, but in front of him she was just a soft and lovely young girl.

This is not the time to fall in love, but who can control the spread of feelings?

Flames capable of igniting everything engulfed the level of sanity.

Sif's fiery responder hummed intermittently from her nasal cavity, but it easily touched Roland's heartstrings.

"Carry me into the house."

The girl had boldly hinted to this extent, so naturally he couldn't play dumb.

Picking up Sif by the waist, Roland strode towards the bedroom.

Although they were engaged, he and Sif still maintained a distance, which was ambiguous and intimate but did not completely break the window paper.

According to Sussex tradition, marriage could not occur before an important war began.

Old Sussex people believe that luck is conserved, and if too much luck is consumed by marriage, bad luck will occur on the battlefield.

There is also a metaphysics in war. You don’t have to believe it, but it’s best not to take the initiative to touch it.

When Sussex soldiers say goodbye to their lovers before going off to war, they will always enjoy each other's tenderness as much as possible, but will not really make the final breakthrough.

They would hug, kiss, and agree to get married when the war was over, but they wouldn't actually do all the things a couple does.

If he really died on the battlefield, at least he wouldn't be left with too many worries.

It is somewhat irresponsible for an unmarried girl to raise her posthumous son alone.

Roland knew that tonight was the time when he and Sif would make a life-and-death agreement.

They would enjoy the intimacy and solemnly vow to get married when the war was over.

Although this kind of oath makes Roland's hair stand on end, this is the romance of the Sussex people. Sif will definitely do this, and he can only do as the Romans do.

He carried Sif into the room, but before she reached the bed, Sif suddenly broke away from his arms, as nervous as a frightened rabbit.

"I'm going to take a shower first, wait for me." Sif lowered her head shyly and murmured softly.

A girl of noble birth like her would certainly not accept having a strange smell on her body on the agreed night, not at all.

Seeing Sif leaving quickly, Roland's originally anxious heart was replaced by heat and even more anxiety.

It's snowing heavily tonight, it's indeed a good day.

Roland looked forward to it patiently, and then waited for more than an hour.

He was really worried, so he had no choice but to walk towards the hot spring in the backyard of the manor.

There is a natural hot spring on this mountain and there is hot water in the cold winter, so it was chosen as the queen's temporary manor.

When he and Sif passed through Emre Port, they would occasionally stay here temporarily and soak in the hot springs.

Although the Sussex people have rich beliefs, their styles are relatively conservative. Young people with strict upbringings rarely live together before getting married. They don't openly talk to each other until their wedding night, so they always go to the pool to soak in the hot springs one after another. We have no experience of being together.

"Sif, are you okay yet? It's already very late."

The hot springs are very quiet.

Roland was a little anxious, and raised his voice and asked, "Xif, are you okay? If you don't say anything, I will go in and get you!"

The hot springs were quieter, with only the sharp sound of the wind and snow roaring from above.

Roland's hands and feet felt cold, his heart seemed to be stabbed by a sharp knife, and his whole body was trembling.

Although panicked, he forced himself to calm down.

First of all, rule out the possibility of Sif being plotted against someone.

Sif was extremely powerful and protected by Insight. How could she be killed quietly? Not even if Sophia takes action herself.

You must have fainted, right?
Roland shouted a few more times, but there was still no response, so he had no choice but to approach the hot spring to check the situation.

Along the way, Sif's body fragrance became faintly visible and became clearer and clearer.

She is indeed here.

Roland shrugged, pushed the door open and entered without thinking much.

It’s his wife anyway, so it wouldn’t be rude to see her in advance.

This is saving people.

Sure enough, Sif's clothes could be seen lying beside the hot spring.

Through the mist of water vapor, one could vaguely see a body as white as jade, lying half-lying on a big rock with his head tilted. He had indeed fainted.

He actually fainted by soaking in a hot spring on the promised night?
You can laugh about this for the rest of your life.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Sif.

He squatted down and reached out to touch Sif's cheek, trying to confirm her condition.

He could feel Sif's body temperature and slight breathing, and knew that she was just fainted and nothing happened, so he didn't panic too much.

Looking out of the corner of his eye at Sif's delicate body soaking in the hot spring, Roland stood at attention and saluted to show respect.

With his generous palms on her shoulders, Roland used a little force to pull Sif out, wrap her up, and carry her away.

However, Sif's body remained motionless.

Roland was slightly stunned. He weighed less than fifty kilograms and couldn't lift it. What was going on?
He quickly increased his strength, but still didn't move an inch.

Roland was really anxious this time. He held Sif in both hands and was about to exert his strength when he was grabbed around the neck and dragged into the hot spring pool.

Before he could exclaim, his whole body was submerged in the water, and soft lips covered his lips.

The soft and passionate kiss completely swallowed up his last vestige of reason.

He sank deeper and deeper into the water.

(End of this chapter)