in the name of the queen

Chapter 323 Flawless Feet
Hansa city, governor's residence.

This is the focus of the entire Sussex Empire and even the entire Free Alliance.

Although Hansa was not the capital of the empire, the empress and vice emperor were both here, so the core of power of the empire was naturally here.

Everyone in the Governor's Mansion was running around in a hurry.

The expressions on the staff's faces were not relaxed, and they were even a little anxious.

Just a few days ago, the Franks Fortress, the gateway to the empire's overseas territories, fell, and the gate leading to Hansa City was pried open, allowing unimpeded access to Hansa.

In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, Roland ordered several cities along the way to be abandoned.

Those who did not have time to evacuate were allowed to remain where they were, and only the troops were withdrawn.

According to the custom of the era, demilitarized cities would be treated well as long as they surrendered in time.

The Vladimir Empire and the Pruden Kingdom are members of the civilized world after all, so they will naturally not violate these principles.

Of course, Roland didn't intend to leave anything for the enemy.

Everything that can be destroyed must be destroyed, especially strategic materials.

It is better to spend money on reconstruction after the war than to give the enemy an advantage during war.

March was the spring sowing season. In order to ensure that the enemy could not obtain food from the land this year, he ordered the planting of wild grasses with extremely strong vitality on the arable land.

The vitality of weeds is far greater than that of wheat. As long as the fields are covered with weeds, this year's crops will not only have a sharp drop in yield, but at least there will be no harvest at all.

In this era when the chemical industry is still in its exploratory stage and the invention of pesticides is nowhere in sight, once weeds occupy an ecological niche, it will be difficult for wheat to make a comeback.

It is necessary to weed, turn the soil and burn the plants to eradicate the weeds completely.

By the time all these things are done, the spring planting time has passed.

It was cruel to turn large tracts of fertile land into pasture, but Roland had no choice, and he rejected any objections to this.

In the office on the fifth floor of the Governor's Mansion, Roland was standing at the window, looking towards the east.

All the news coming from this direction these days is bad.

No matter how many noble reasons there are, the fall of the Franks fortress will still deal a heavy blow to military morale.

He could see that this "defeat" not only affected the morale of the army, but even caused some people in Hansa City to panic.

After staring out the window for a while, he returned to the desk, fixed his eyes on the sand table in front of him, and kept moving the chess pieces representing the army's deployment, frowning in thought.

During this period, Mr. Wald's comeback made him feel a lot more relaxed.

Since the old man had worked so hard, Roland naturally would not be polite and handed over many matters to the old man without hesitation. He himself would focus his main energy on military affairs and planned to personally supervise Christine's micro-management.

Roland has a clear understanding of his military capabilities.

A top theorist who has integrated all the military theories from ancient times to the present and from both worlds, and a qualified military commander who lacks practical experience.

To put it simply, it is a different world. It is not a problem to deal with ordinary enemies, but it will be finished on the spot if it encounters a top general.

His military theory plus Christine's implementation is invincible. His outstanding contribution is roughly equivalent to "Kobe and I scored 81 points together."

He is very self-aware, never micro-manages, and boldly delegates power.

Staring at the sand table, Roland felt a headache.

Although he had evacuated the residents of the northern plains and carried out the necessary destruction to ensure that the enemy would not gain any advantage even if they occupied the plains, he still had to face serious problems.

How to stop Pruden's army from pursuing victory.

His defensive focus was on the city of Val, and the decisive battle would take place in the White Mountains, but that didn't mean he could abandon the city of Hansa and run away.

Abandoning the secondary capital before the war even begins, even a fool would know that something is wrong.

The Hansa city must be defended, and the enemy must be made to feel that he has no choice but to give it up.

However, hundreds of thousands of Pruden's elite troops were about to cross the ruins of the Franks Fortress and march westward.

With Hansa City’s current defensive capabilities, can it withstand this punch?

If they were sweating profusely before the Prudens' offensive, how could they stop the more powerful Vladimir's army?

Looking at the Franks Fortress marked in red and the four reorganized armies of the Pruden Kingdom stationed near the fortress, Roland felt a bit overwhelmed.

It might not be difficult to defeat this army, but to offset the negative impact of the fall of the fortress, they must be annihilated or severely damaged, rather than simply defeated or repelled.

According to the calculation that encirclement and annihilation warfare usually requires five times the combat force, at least 500,000 troops are needed to achieve this strategic goal.

That's so embarrassing.

Roland was somewhat curious about how the Saint Lady would break the impasse. After much thought, Roland could only think of the conventional strategy of defending Hansa City, defeating the enemy, and then encircling and annihilating them.

The advantage of this style of play is that it is stable, but the disadvantage is that it is too stable.

If the enemy does not advance rashly, but instead stays in the Franks Fortress, constantly encroaching on territory and oppressing his living space, it will be difficult to encircle and annihilate him.

After much deliberation, Roland finally made the right choice.

Pass the ball to Kobe.

No, it's to give the problem to Christine.

Christine is still on the front line these two days. Let's wait until she comes back.

As soon as I think about it, I suddenly feel that the world is vast.

There's no point staying in the combat command room, so it's better to look somewhere else.

On the way to the Government Affairs Office, no matter how anxious the staff were, they would stop and salute him.

Looking at Roland's calm expression, the staff members all had sincere admiration in their eyes.

As expected of the great Caesar, he is still so calm. He must have a way to deal with the enemy!

If these staff members knew that their most admired Lord Caesar was leisurely playing badly, they would probably fall to the ground.

Walking into the Government Affairs Hall, Roland saw several senior officials reporting to Athos, who was temporarily transferred to Hansa to take charge of the work.

They spoke very quickly and in a concise manner, without any of the long and difficult sentences that conveyed no information that were common in the Sussex officialdom.

This is also Sif's request.

Please do not use official jargon. If you have something to say, just talk about it. If you don’t have anything to say, please don’t bother me.

Talking too much nonsense can result in salary deductions at best, and performance deductions at worst.

The performance appraisal system introduced by Roland has severely controlled officials who want to get promoted, and performance points have become the lifeblood of officials.

They are not afraid of anything except their performance points.

The entire government office was busy; even old Mr. Wald was looking through documents and occasionally writing a few lines.

There is only one exception.

Sif, who had her own office, lay quietly on the sofa, with her back to the door and facing the French window, looking at the Rodinia River outside the window. She looked calm and relaxed, even more relaxed than Roland.

Sensing Roland approaching, she didn't turn around, but just greeted him softly.

Roland smiled and teased, "Everyone is so busy, but you have nothing to do."

He sat down in another chair next to Sif in a familiar manner.

There is no need to be too polite in front of your wife.

Sif glanced at his cheek and whispered softly, "Seeing me so relaxed, are you less anxious now?"

Roland nodded and said nothing.

Of course he knew what Sif meant. Let professionals do professional things, and as a leader, the greatest help he could offer was not to cause trouble.

Sif is definitely not as good as the professionals who have been selected through layers of professional training in the professional field.

In this case, it is better to maintain a relaxed and calm attitude and reassure these officials than to worry about every detail.

If you take care of everything, you will only tire yourself to death.

Roland still needs to focus on military affairs, and Sif only needs to prepare for the final battle.

There was a vague understanding between her and Sophia that they would not meet before the final battle.

But she and Sophia will eventually have to decide the winner, as well as life and death.

This is her inescapable fate.

Over the past three years, she has tried to escape countless times, felt dejected countless times, and given up on herself countless times. Now, she is finally no longer afraid and is even full of expectations.

The emergence of the soul-blood link filled her with confidence.

Alina and Lisa are the providers of the link, Roland is the catalyst and the core of the link, and she is the top of the link.

Not only was she getting stronger every day, but she could also share her insights with Roland.

Roland can also share the training results from Alina and Lisa.

Simply put, Roland unilaterally draws energy from Alina and Lisa, but she can exchange with Roland.

Perhaps because of the experience he gained from her, the hostility he originally had towards Alina has now disappeared.

If they can all survive to the end, some hardships will be nothing more than the scenery on the long journey of life.

The soul-blood link changed not only her, but them as well.

Their fates have long been linked together, and the link can only be broken if both of them break through to Rank Three.

But if they walk hand in hand until the third day of return, is there any need to dissolve it?
At least Sif didn't think it was necessary.

"How is the front line?" Seeing that Roland remained silent, Sif asked casually.

"No updated information." Roland spread his hands and shook his head.

Sif knew the answer without Roland telling her.

When military intelligence was reported to Roland, she would also be copied. She obtained intelligence no slower than Roland.

"It seems that our Saint Military Goddess is also in trouble."

Sif shrugged and spoke in a relaxed manner.

After the soul-blood connection was established, she gradually realized the form of the decisive battle on the sixth day of return.

Army versus army, strong versus strong.

Sophia and other strong men will not attack an army composed of ordinary people, but the strong men can carry out decapitation operations.

Sif closed her eyes and seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as a sea of ​​elven flowers that seemed somewhat out of place in this environment.

She also saw the Elf Princess raising a spear in the sea of ​​flowers and cutting off everything.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a faint flash of fatigue in Roland's eyes.

"Are you tired? Then take a rest."

Sif stood up and closed the door, shutting out the noise.

She pointed to the soft big bed next to her and motioned for Roland to lie down on it.

Although it was daytime, Roland did not refuse. He was indeed a little tired, mentally exhausted.

Although he was well fed and well-drinking every day, he always paid attention to changes in the war situation and constantly performed battlefield situation simulations.

This kind of waiting is stressful and can easily drain a person's energy.

Since she is your wife, there is no need to be reserved like a friend.

Roland took off his coat and boots, pulled back the velvet blanket, lay down fully clothed, and in a few seconds fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, he once again entered the sea of ​​flowers in his dream.

He approached slowly, only to see the elf Sif lying among the flowers, speaking quietly.

Roland sat down beside her and looked at her profile, somewhat absent-minded.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but he always felt that the elf Sif's pointed ears were gradually getting shorter, and more and more like a human rather than a traditional elf.

Not only that, her appearance is becoming more and more like Sif.

Although they were similar, they were more similar in appearance than in spirit. Now she was lying quietly, and she actually looked 90% like Sif.

Roland's doubts grew stronger and stronger.

He always felt that there seemed to be some inexplicable connection between the elf Sif and Sif.

He initially suspected that Sif was the reincarnation of the elf Sif, but the elf Sif did not enter reincarnation, so this speculation was quickly dispelled.

The elf Sif clearly remembers everything that happened after escaping from the underworld, including the triple death. These memories cannot be made up.

Where did Sif come from, and is she really related to the elf in front of her?
Just as Roland was in a daze, a breeze blew by, lifting the hem of the elf Sif's skirt.

Roland tilted his head sharply to avoid looking at what he shouldn't be looking at.

Thinking of how the elf Sif would always tuck her accidentally exposed feet into the hem of her skirt, he quickly reached out and pressed down the hem of her skirt to protect her most delicate private parts.

However, the moment the hem of her skirt was pressed down, Roland's movements came to an abrupt halt.

He saw things he shouldn't have seen.

The jade-smooth legs were broken at the ankles, and the pair of jade feet that had always been carefully protected had long disappeared.

Roland's hands were shaking and his face was distorted.

Who did it? !

Although the elf Sif has been dead for many years and only her consciousness is left, he is still willing to treat her as a living person rather than a consciousness.

The moment when the elf Sif helped him become a dual-class player, and the past when they exchanged stories, all emerged in his mind one by one, as if it happened yesterday.

But she left quietly.

Roland pounced forward, his hands passing through the hem of her skirt as if passing through the air.

The body of the elf Sif gradually became transparent and invisible, disappearing into the air.

Roland stared blankly at the deserted sea of ​​flowers. He wanted to shout in anger but no sound came out, and he wanted to cry in sorrow but no tears could flow.

In this dream, he is no longer a physical entity, but becomes nothingness.

He was filled with grief, but he could not hold on to anything, and could not even leave this nightmarish place.

His eyes went dark and he passed out in his dream.

Just as Roland was experiencing the purgatory-like nightmare, Sif, who was watching him from the side, felt inexplicably sleepy.

She laughed self-deprecatingly.

Sure enough, her calmness was all a lie. In fact, she was as anxious as Roland.

The stronger you become, the more you can feel Sophia's suffocating pressure.

She was not afraid of Sophia, and even had an inexplicable mysterious self-confidence, but Sophia had never lost since her debut, and had not even encountered any decent resistance.

No matter how famous and powerful a person is, he will be crushed like a clown when facing Sophia.

Can she achieve such overwhelming combat performance against her peers?
Sif fell silent.

Although it is meaningless to compare combat power in the void, there is a connection between the strong.

It's like a leopard seeing a tiger in the wild. Although they are both ferocious beasts and terrifying creatures in the eyes of cattle and sheep, the leopard knows that it is no match for the tiger.

There is no reason, it seems to be engraved in my bones.

Sif overcame the fear in her heart and built up her confidence no matter what it was based on, but an inexplicable fear was still engraved deep in her soul.

Forget it, don't worry about problems that can't be solved.

Who said this? Yes, it was Roland.

Looking at Roland's handsome profile, the slight sadness in Sif's heart instantly disappeared.

Everyone has been so busy lately that I can’t remember how long it has been since I last took a quiet nap holding Roland in my arms.

She locked the door, took off her coat and long skirt, and got into Roland's arms.

With a lovely curve at the corner of her lips, she quickly fell asleep.

In the dream, Sif opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the gorgeous scenery. For a moment she didn't know whether it was a dream or reality.

If it is reality, why is it so beautiful and dreamy?

If it is a dream, why is reality so within reach?

In a dense grassland, there is a towering tree, and under the tree is a sea of ​​red flowers.

This is the fairy flower sea, the legendary fairy flower sea!
Sif was a little excited.

Although she is a human, after choosing the Elf Princess as the path to transcendence, she is no longer a pure human.

One can even say that she is the elf of the new era.

A new-age elf that possesses both human creativity and the extraordinary talents of an elf.

She has a special feeling for the elves.

This is also the reason why she chose Baishan as the location for the final battle.

The top of the White Mountain is covered with snow. Sophia, the queen who controls the winter, would certainly not refuse a duel in such a home environment.

But she was well prepared, and the White Mountain could turn into a sea of ​​fairy flowers at any time.

The land where the bloody footprints were left is now a sea of ​​flowers.

When Sophia confidently drove the snowstorm, she found that the ice and snow on the mountain turned into flowers. I'm sure her expression must have been very interesting.

However, her sea of ​​flowers was not perfect, and it always felt like something was missing.

It would be nice to see a real sea of ​​flowers, even if it’s just in a dream.

Sif quickened her pace and walked towards the ginkgo tree in the center of the sea of ​​flowers.

The core of the sea of ​​flowers is the ginkgo tree, which is also an elf.

She is the Queen of Elves. There are seas of flowers and ginkgo trees here. If all goes well, she may be able to control this sea of ​​flowers.

Although this sea of ​​flowers was in a dream and she couldn't think of any use for it for the time being, she always felt that it was not in vain.

As she walked in the sea of ​​crimson flowers, she felt a pain in the soles of her feet.

Sif looked down and saw thorns suddenly appearing where she was standing.

You actually want to stop me?

Sif snorted and quickened her pace.

It was indeed an ownerless sea of ​​flowers, so it was a weak and instinctive attack.

Although every step forward caused piercing pain in the soles of her feet, she had experienced more painful flower field exploration journeys than this, so this pain was nothing more than a drizzle.

The ginkgo tree was getting closer, and the thorn bushes were attacking more fiercely.

Sif's feet were covered in blood, but she still didn't stop.

She saw every detail of the ginkgo tree, its huge crown, its dense branches, and its golden leaves slowly falling.

Because they have no owner, the ginkgo trees are losing their vitality.

I'm here to save you, idiot!

Sif cursed inwardly and continued forward.

She finally stood under the ginkgo tree, but her feet had been swallowed by thorns and hidden carnivorous plants.

Fortunately, this was just a dream, and although it was painful, I didn't really lose my legs.

It doesn't matter if I lose.

Sif always had an awkward feeling about her feet.

Although they were exceptionally beautiful, delicate as jade carvings, and Roland couldn't help but kiss them every time she caressed them, she always felt that these feet were hindering her progress.

If Roland hadn't loved it so much, she would have even thought of cutting off her useless foot and replacing it with a mechanical one.

If you can't throw them away in reality, try it in your dreams.

Sif cut her palm and pressed it on the withering bark of the ginkgo tree.

"Forest companion, wake up, your elf friend is here!"

As the long spell was chanted, the originally agitated ginkgo tree miraculously calmed down.

It could feel Sif's kindness.

It had no choice but to accept the new partner.

But why did this new friend seem so familiar? The ginkgo tree had not yet fully awakened, and it only had a vague consciousness deep in its core.

Since she was a familiar partner, it chose to completely let go of its mental defense and let Sif perform.

After consuming a lot of blood and casting a long spell, the ginkgo tree and the sea of ​​flowers finally accepted their new partner.

The thorn bushes and carnivorous plants that were madly attacking Sif just now were swaying their branches to express their joy to Sif.

Sif breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground.

She looked at her bloody legs, and the delicate and beautiful pair of feet had disappeared.

It seems that she is going to become a fallen girl in the dream world.

Sif thought to herself with self-mockery.

Just as she was about to take a break, a golden sunflower waved its flower disk towards her, as if telling her something.

"You mean, you have something good for me?"

Sif understood Sunflower's confession and asked in confusion.

The sunflower shook excitedly to show its affirmation.

Although she didn't quite understand what the other party meant, Sif still walked in the direction pointed by Sunflower.

Fortunately, she has conquered the sea of ​​flowers and no longer has to endure the pain of being entangled by thorns.

Biting her lip, Sif walked towards the place pointed by Sunflower, searched carefully, and soon found the target.

Under a pale yellow canna, there were gifts for her.

A true work of art.

A pair of cute and tender jade feet like carved jade.

The texture of the flesh and blood is clear, and even the blue and red blood vessels are clearly visible.

If this pair of jade feet were on the legs of a beautiful girl, Roland would be unable to control herself and would want to reach out and touch them.

Even the always picky Sif said it was good after seeing it, and it was real jade.

Sif put away her curiosity and held up the pair of jade feet.

As soon as her hands touched, she was startled.

This pair of jade feet is not a sculpture, but real flesh and blood?
Her hands were shaking and a crazy idea flashed through her mind.

If this pair of cute pink feet grew on her legs, would the magic mirror still dare to give her 99 points?

She had always dreamed of a pair of feet that fit her perfectly without any flaws, and now she finally had them.

Since it is a dream, be bold and change it!
Sif was not the kind of idiot who would shrink back and dare not reach out for something she liked in a dream, so she did it right away and aimed her pair of jade feet, which were like works of art, at the broken ankle.

A soft green light lit up from the docking station.

No pain, no burning, just a soft touch.

The green light was like water, kissing the wound, and the broken surface was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sif's whole body trembled with excitement.

Although this was a dream, she couldn't help but burst into tears of excitement.

Her dream has finally come true and she is now a flawless being.

She no longer has any regrets.

If this was a dream, she would rather fall into it forever and never wake up.

But she knew very well that this was just a dream, and the most important person in reality was waiting for her. She could not sleep in the dream, she had to wake up.

She made a silent wish in her heart.

If reality is like a dream, she is willing to pay any price.

As long as I can keep these flawless feet.

(End of this chapter)