in the name of the queen.

Chapter 313 Friendship Begins with the Bell

"I'm the commander-in-chief?"

After receiving Roland's appointment, Christine stood there in a daze, somewhat at a loss.

The appointment was accompanied by a framework document for the establishment of a coalition force.

According to this framework document, the future elite troops of the Sussex Empire and the Golden Kite Kingdom will be under her unified command.

In addition to those old armies with too long a history, there are at least millions of troops under her command.

This does not include the new army that is about to be formed.

Roland only put forward requirements and a framework, and gave her the power to form an army and command it.

Although she was touched by the trust, the pressure that came with it made her feel a little breathless.

What if I can’t meet Roland’s requirements?
Time waits for no one, and she only has less than half a year left.

The main force of the Wendish Empire has been defeated. Fortunately, it is winter now, and the coalition forces of Vladimir and other three countries are slow to act and unable to expand their victory, so they can still hold on for a while.

When the snow thaws, the existence of the Wende Empire will enter a countdown.

After dealing with the Wend Empire, the Holy Alliance centered on the Vladimir Empire, the Pruden Kingdom, and the Tyrol Kingdom and the Free Alliance centered on Sussex and Golden Kite will have the final battle.

Even if the time for material dispatch and military rest is taken into account, the time left for her is less than six months.

Fortunately, Roland did not assign such complicated matters as logistics and equipment support to her, otherwise she would have refused on the spot.

Roland's implication was simple: military affairs would be left to Christine, while he would handle internal affairs, diplomacy, logistics and other support work.

Christine was silent for a long time, hesitated again and again, and finally wrote a reply to Roland.

"As ordered."

She did not raise any additional conditions, nor did she complain about the tight time schedule and heavy workload; she simply accepted the orders calmly.

After receiving the order, Christine hurriedly left the combat command room and went to the conference room. She wanted to immediately summon senior military officers near Val City to convey the order to them and state her determination.

The combat effectiveness of an army certainly needs to consider many factors such as the number of troops, organizational capabilities, equipment and logistics, but the ability of the commander is also very important.

The same army can have a combat effectiveness difference of more than dozens of times in the hands of a famous general and a mediocre one.

A true general can make soldiers clearly understand why they are fighting, can enforce discipline by giving orders, can use combat power accurately, and win victory at the lowest cost.

She is the famous general in Roland's heart, the only famous general.

Christine was touched by this trust, but she also felt a heavy pressure like a mountain on her shoulders.

She had originally only wanted to train an army to take advantage of Roland's victory to prepare for the restoration of the Wend Empire, but she had never expected to have the opportunity to command the army to defeat Sophia head-on.

With great ability comes great responsibility!
Christine thought silently, her blood boiling, and her pretty fair face flushed.

With great ability comes great responsibility?
Roland disagreed.

What he believes more in is another saying: the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.

When he was a post office clerk, what were his responsibilities? Nothing more than writing letters for guests, helping them report their safety to their families, and expressing their feelings to their lovers.

After being appointed by Sif, he became the Earl's personal advisor in just a few days.

It was hard to imagine how much his abilities would change in just a few days. However, he had to serve as the Earl's personal advisor to guide the Queen, whose identity was still unknown at the time, to flee overseas and take back power.

Unfortunately, he is now in a high position with power no less than that of the emperor, but his abilities have not changed qualitatively from previous years.

As his responsibilities grew, he needed someone to share the pressure.

He is not a weightlifting champion, and cannot bear the expectations of dozens of provinces and more than 200 million people in two major countries.

He did not hesitate to delegate power to professionals.

The legal aspects were left to Alban, the governance to William, and the military to Christine.

what does he do
Of course, it is to deliver important speeches, put forward guiding opinions, and maintain an unpredictable attitude.

What else can I do? Will I be found out as an amateur when I’m guiding specific matters?

Roland is self-aware.

In any industry, there are professionals who are better than him. His lead is the cognition that transcends his time and the knowledge from two worlds, several eras and many races.

If his team is a huge ship, he is only responsible for steering the ship, and everything else
Roland felt that it was better to let professionals do their professional work rather than commanding the machine gun to move in a certain direction.

He doesn’t micromanage.

He prefers to draw a line and push forward after winning the operation.

If you need micro-management to win, then isn't it a waste of time?
Lying on the soft velvet cushions in the Palace of Cité, Roland enjoyed the massage service of the maid and casually flipped through the revised version of the Civil Code sent by Desanders.

This version of the Civil Code is a revision of the Civil Code designated by Carlo.

While DeSanders' amendment demonstrates its solid legal basis, it also exposes his lack of creativity and his detachment from the masses.

Roland sighed softly, put the long and boring revised Civil Code aside, and closed his eyes.

Just as he was lost in thought, the strength of the massage suddenly increased a bit.

I didn't need to look back to know that Alina was coming.

Roland did not open his eyes.

Since Alina was going to play the maid, he immediately realized that it was a bit rude.

Roland, who suddenly realized what was going on, lay comfortably on the soft thighs of Liberator Alina, enjoying the powerful massage service, which was as comfortable as skiing on the top of a snowy mountain.

Alina frowned slightly, not knowing what to do for a moment, and her hands moved a little slower.

"Serve with all your heart, or I'll have Miss Alina replace you!"

Roland was like an old man who was taking orders at a bath center, giving orders without any courtesy.

Alina: "."

You want to complain to Alina? I am Alina!
Although she couldn't help but complain in her heart, she still obediently resumed her service.

She had invited Roland to help her, and he was wasting his happy time with his new wife to help her.

Although she is the eldest daughter of an aristocratic family, she does not have much aristocratic arrogance.

Even if there was, it has been worn away by the refugee life over the past few years.

She knows what is important.

Not to mention that Roland just wanted a massage service, even if Roland wanted a few beauties to fill the void of not being able to sleep well without his wife around, she would fully support him.

Even if
Whatever he wanted, she would satisfy him.

This is her way of hospitality.

Roland enjoyed Alina's gentle yet fierce service, and the fatigue accumulated during the day gradually dissipated.

Massage does require some strength, but those maids were reluctant to use any strength. In other words, there were no advantages except for the faint fragrance coming from their bodies.

Alina's massage service deserves full marks, but it's a pity that I can't enjoy it every day.

After all, she is the ruler of a country. It is fun to play the role of a maid occasionally, but it would be humiliating to play the role every day.

As Alina gently massaged his temples, Roland became tired and fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, he couldn't help but speak his true feelings in a hazy state.

“There are so many such services every day.”

Alina's movements suddenly froze.

She did learn massage techniques from a professional therapist. She needed this technique as she was practicing astrology and physical training.

She just didn't expect Roland to fall asleep like this.

It seemed that he was really sleepy. Not only did he fall asleep, but he didn't even recognize her.

A soft sigh fell from her lips and scattered all over the floor.

Seeing that Roland was sleeping soundly, she couldn't bear to wake him up, so she simply remained kneeling and let Roland use her tight and smooth thighs as a pillow.

She is an extraordinary person and she would not feel sleepy even if she maintained this tiring posture for three days.

Compared to ordinary people, extraordinary people have extremely strong physical strength and rarely feel tired unless they are exhausted from fighting hard.

Roland was so exhausted, of course, not because of physical exhaustion, but because of mental exhaustion. Mental strength is difficult to quantify in the current power system, but it does exist.

When you are exhausted, you will still look haggard even if you eat well, drink well, sleep well and have full energy.

Roland seems to be laughing and joking every day, but in fact he has to consider a lot of things.

He carries Sussex on his left shoulder and Golden Kite on his right shoulder, and he also has to find a balance between the two countries. He is really tired.

Alina stroked Roland's handsome face with some heartache, and her eyes gradually softened.

She didn't dare to disturb Roland's deep sleep, so she simply picked up the revised version of the Civil Code next to her and focused on the parts that were marked in comparison with the old code.

The old code was promoted by her father and was an important political achievement of his.

Alina didn't want the old code to be changed beyond recognition, as this would mean that her father's work would be completely overturned.

Her father had already been overthrown once by Marco on a physical level, and she really couldn't bear to see her father being overthrown again in the ideological realm.

If the person who proposed amending the law was not Roland, she would have rejected it without hesitation.

The reasons are all ready.

The country has just ended its turmoil and is about to recuperate, so it needs relatively relaxed and stable laws.

But it was Roland who proposed the practice of law, so he must have his reasons for doing so.

Although she didn't quite understand, Alina still chose to respect it.

She flipped through DeSanders's revisions, and looking at the dozen or so revised clauses and the twenty-one newly added clauses, her stern face relaxed a little.

As expected of an expert in the legal field, these modifications and additions neither overturned my father's framework nor made effective improvements.

Although Roland did not express his opinion, he should support it, right?
Alina breathed a sigh of relief, put down the Civil Code, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the wall clock. It was already four o'clock in the morning.

It was dark outside the window, with only the blue moon emitting a soft glow.
No, since the beginning of 1795, the light of the blue moon has become dimmer and dimmer, while the light of the red moon, which originally served as a companion moon, has become brighter and brighter.

The Blue Moon and the Red Moon have special geological structures, and the colors of the light they reflect are completely different.

Compared to the soft and tranquil blue, the red color of the moon always looks a little hideous.

Looking up along the red moonlight, Alina frowned even more tightly.

She is an astrologer and has the habit of observing the stars every night.

While looking at the stars, astrologers' eyes will not ignore the moon.

She is most aware of the changes between Banyue and Lanyue.

As time goes by, the half moon is getting bigger and bigger, from only one-tenth of the blue moon to almost one-fifth of the blue moon now. The speed of change is simply exploding.

The changes in the two moons made her even more worried.

These two moons are not dead objects. There are gods on the moons who will judge them.

Along with the day of return came not only the opportunity to break through to rank six, but also these arrogant and condescending referees.

Alina doesn't like these referees.

They are stubborn and inflexible, but they possess great power and are not easy to mess with.

Thinking about the approaching day of the decisive battle that would determine her and Roland's life and death, Alina found it difficult to remain calm.

Her disorderly heartbeat alerted Roland.

Roland suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Alina.

Of course he knew he had slept on Alina's lap.

The elastic and firm texture made him sleep particularly comfortably. This kind of qualitative change of touch brought about by super strength could not be provided by an ordinary maid.

Roland knew that this kind of enjoyment only happened occasionally, so he sat up reluctantly and laughed at himself, "The dream is so real. Miss Liberator is providing me with lap pillow service."

"Not only a knee pillow, but also a massage."

Alina smiled slightly, rubbed her knees, and sat down on the sofa next to her.

Roland’s performance just now was very good, but she has a pair of eyes that are not good at insight but still have excellent insight.

Roland was pretending.

Maybe he really didn't recognize it at first, but after waking up he definitely knew it was not a dream.

He just said it this way so that neither side would be too embarrassed.

Alina picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was already cold and tasted refreshing.

"Comfortable?"

"It is certainly an incomparable enjoyment. Not only does it make me completely relax, but it even makes me forget the direction of home for a moment."

Perhaps influenced by the romantic atmosphere of the Golden Kite Kingdom, Roland's words were a bit slick.

Alina just smiled.

That's a real compliment.

Lebu missed the Queen's palace, but only for a moment.

If this kind of "insincere" compliment is given to a boyfriend or girlfriend in love, the girl will most likely stand up and walk away in anger.

Fortunately they are not.

They were just friends, which was a very fitting compliment.

Alina did not continue the topic, but she decided to come to Roland's bedroom every night to check and urge the maids to provide quality service, and to demonstrate in person if she found that the maids' service was not good enough.

Of course, this is just mutual concern between friends.

Just enjoying the lap pillow and not doing anything out of the ordinary, this is pure friendship.

Perhaps because she noticed that the atmosphere in the house was a little uneasy, or perhaps because she thought that the magic lamp was on anyway and should not be wasted, Alina picked up the Civil Code next to her and shook it in her hand.

"I read Mr. De Sanders' revised version and I think"

Alina was about to express her opinion when she suddenly remembered that this was the job Roland insisted on, and she shut up decisively.

"Roland, what do you think of Desanders's suggestion?"

"It looks just like the foot bindings that a female knight takes off from her feet after taking off her iron boots after chasing the enemy for three days."

"What do you mean?"

"It's smelly and long." Roland explained with a smile.

Alina bit her lip and said in a slightly cold voice, "I'm asking you why you emphasize female knights. Aren't male knights' foot bindings smelly?"

"Then you have to ask why ancient people created these witticisms. Perhaps ancient writers liked the feet of female knights."

Perhaps because she felt that the topic was a little ambiguous, Alina subconsciously retracted her feet into her skirt and coughed lightly to bring the topic back on track.

"So, what's your opinion?"

"My advice is"

Not as good as Emperor Napoleon's Civil Code.

Roland thought silently in his heart, but he did not rush to refute. Instead, he smiled and asked: "You changed your last name to Bonaparte. Do you want to pay tribute to the Star Emperor Bonaparte?"

"Yes."

"What do you think of his country's legal system?"

"According to historical records, the Protoss lived a happy life at that time. We can infer that the laws at that time were very good. Unfortunately, those codes have not survived." Alina's tone was full of regret.

"some."

Roland took out the civil code of Emperor Bonaparte from another world and placed it on the table.

"This is the Civil Code of the Star Emperor, and it is also the most suitable code for our country."

He lied, but not completely.

Because it really comes from Emperor Bonaparte, and it really fits.

Just another Bonaparte from another world.

(End of this chapter)