In the Name of the Queen

People always have to pursue something when they are alive, otherwise what is the difference between them and salted fish?

The arrival of the return day is quietly accelerating.

According to normal cognition, there should be a long interval between the fourth return day and the third return day, giving those with potential a chance.

But time seems to have been fast-forwarded, and the breath of the third return day is approaching earlier than most people expected.

Roland stood under the golden ginkgo tree and welcomed the birth of the child with Sif.

Their child hung on the tree for a whole year, not a minute more, not a second less, as if it was arranged by fate.

This mysterious feeling did not make Roland happy, but instead made him feel a little uneasy about being secretly arranged.

In any case, this is his first child, and Roland is still a little excited.

To be precise, it is the first pair of children.

The golden ginkgo tree perfectly completed the work of replacing Sif to nurture life.

Two translucent red fruits hung on the branches, which were the bedrooms of the two children.

This magical way of nurturing life is slightly different from the ancient tree nurturing method in the Third Age. The ancient tree nurturing method is the child of the elves and the ancient tree, while the current method is just the place provided by the ancient tree.

The genes of these two children belong entirely to Roland and Sif.

Except for some relatives and friends from humans who witnessed it on the spot, the rest of the audience were from the elves.

This magical way of nurturing life is likely to have a significant impact on the future birth pattern of the elves, and the tribesmen came one after another driven by curiosity.

The birth process takes about three days.

The time is mainly spent on peeling the fruit of life from the golden ginkgo tree.

Neither the child nor the ancient tree can be harmed, and a good foundation must be laid for the future to continue to nurture life, so caution must be taken.

As the world's first knowledgeable person, Roland has made full preparations for this birth ceremony.

This is the process he set after reading all the Third Age classics he could find and thinking carefully.

Every link strives to be perfect.

To be fair, now is not a good time to nurture offspring.

Having one more child may not necessarily increase combat power, but it may disperse resources and waste energy.

But so what.

The balance of victory and defeat will not change because of two little angels.

What determines victory and defeat may be Roland's wisdom, Sophia's sword and acting skills, the exquisite cooperation of the wives, and the unity of the people who landed in the resurrection match.

All are possible.

But Roland did not expect to give birth to a super genius to turn the tide.

He did not even intend to force his children to follow the path of extraordinary people.

If they have talent, then practice; if they don't have talent, then be a happy second generation and enjoy life.

Even if they can't make it to the final return day, at most the whole family will go on the road in an orderly manner, and no one can be left behind.

The hymn sounded.

Waiting is always boring, but this is not a problem for the elves who are good at singing and dancing.

They sang songs from the ancient era around the golden ancient tree, and used graceful dances to cheer up this grand ceremony.

Looking at the pure happiness on the faces of these elves, Roland also admired it.

As expected, they are the laziest and most relaxed dominant race.

Even in the face of danger, they must respond calmly, not to mention the birth of a baby with royal blood.

Roland was also infected by the elves' ease and carefreeness, and his lips were more smiling.

Seeing that he was finally not so nervous, Alina, who was sitting on his left hand side, smiled and asked: "Don't be dazed, have you thought of names for the children?"

It would have been better if he didn't ask this question, but the casual question made Roland feel troubled.

Naming difficulties still bothered him, and did not change because of the change of plane.

"I thought of a few, but I always feel that they are not good enough. How about you help me think about it?"

Roland asked tentatively.

He originally thought that Alina would smile and refuse, but she looked at Sif and nodded calmly.

"Sif, do you mind if I name it?"

"It's an honor for the children and me." Sif was obviously more nervous than Roland, and her lips were a little pale.

This is the nature of a mother. Even if it is not born from her body, it is her child after all.

Whether the two little guys are healthy, whether they have inherited their parents' peerless beauty, how smart they are, etc., all make the young mother a little anxious.

There is a kind of uneasiness that the blind box is about to be opened.

Seeing his wife's nervous look, Roland held her hand and comforted her softly.

"Don't worry, even if they are stupid, everything we have is enough for them to live happily."

"What nonsense are you talking about! My children can't be stupid!"

Sif stared at Roland angrily, looked left and right, and bit the back of Roland's hand.

Roland exclaimed softly and just smiled.

This is the difference in concepts.

Sif was born in a famous family, so naturally she hoped that her children would be extremely outstanding, better than the previous generation, so that they could take over her job.

As for being so nervous, there is a throne to inherit?

Roland habitually complained in his heart, and then laughed out loud.

This time there is really a throne to inherit, so we really have to hope that the child is at least mentally normal.

After Roland's interruption, Sif's anxiety was somewhat relieved, but she still bit her rosy lips and held Roland's hand tighter and tighter.

Three days passed quickly.

The time for the fruit to fall had come, and the ancient golden tree swayed its branches, alerting the elf companions.

Sif stood up suddenly, opened her arms, and greeted the slowly falling fruit of life.

The red fruit had fully matured and turned milky white.

She held two fruits, felt the strong heartbeat, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"My dear, mom misses you."

Even the most majestic queen was at a loss when facing her children.

The guests who watched the ceremony congratulated her one after another, with only one exception.

As the most special guest, Sophia felt particularly complicated.

Is this what it feels like to be a mother?

Today's Sif is completely different from usual. The combination of her weak appearance and tough eyes is abrupt and clever, but unexpectedly not inconsistent.

Sophia's thoughts drifted to the distant sky.

Whether she was in the Second Age or in the future, it seemed that she was destined to have no fate with love and family.

In the previous lives, she was single until death. In this life, she was arranged to have a political marriage without any feelings. She thought that even if there was no love, she could leave offspring, but she was humiliated again.

She is still a virgin after being married for several years. This is not an honor, but an unspeakable shame.

If I have a child, I will...

Sophia shuddered, and a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

She couldn't imagine that she would have such an absurd idea after awakening all her memories.

But she soon found that it was wrong to regard the birth of offspring as a scourge.

She was a mature and beautiful woman. What's wrong with wanting her own child?

Her child should be born in the new era.

She didn't want to go to the final battle with psychological ties.

Sif is Sif, she is her, they are different.

The clear cry of the baby broke Sophia's daze. She took out the prepared gift box and quietly placed it on the table.

When people looked up to find her figure, she had disappeared.

Roland noticed that Sophia disappeared, but did not say anything to stop her.

He never knew Sophia, but this occasion was indeed a little subtle for her.

It's better to leave.

His eyes wandered in the crowd, seeing countless familiar figures and smiles, but only one person was missing.

Sister Lisa didn't come.

She was crowned three months ago and became the first emperor of the seventh era of the Magic Empire.

He has never seen Lisa since her coronation.

She is always busy.

Busy practicing magic, handling government affairs, and coordinating the war for hegemony in the southern continent.

Roland felt a little disappointed.

The letter sent by Lisa explained that Teacher Anthony was old and unwell, and she did not dare to leave without permission.

Although Lisa explained in detail, Roland sighed in his heart.

She was unwilling to hold the baby that belonged to Sif.

In this case, then take some time to go to the magic capital Lazio and make a child with the dear magic emperor.

To dispel some unhappiness, Roland put on a smiling face, because he just saw Alina walking over with a smile on her lips.

"Roland, the divination result is very good. Your two children are both smart and healthy, but the daughter is more like you, and the son is more like the mother."

Eh? This inheritance seems a bit strange.

But it doesn't matter, they are all good.

Roland proudly straightened his chest, his face full of pride.

If the magic mirror is willing to rank the male charm list, he will definitely be in the top three. Sif has been the champion of the female list for many years.

The daughter is like her father, full of heroic spirit; the son is like his mother, plump and delicate.

In short, it's all good.

The wet nurse who had been prepared in advance fed the two little guys the first mouthful of milk, and then carefully brought them over.

Roland and Sif both looked expectantly at Alina, waiting for her to name them.

Alina did not keep the secret and explained directly:

"The stars bring greetings and blessings to the cute little guys. The boy's name is Alvin, which means wings of freedom; the girl's name is Aurora, which means hope and dawn."

It is a name full of elf characteristics. It can't be said to be particularly brilliant, but the meaning is good.

Roland and Sif looked at each other and accepted Alina's arrangement.

Obviously, this is her feeling after stargazing, and it is also the invisible manipulation of the hand of fate.

Some people come, and some people go.

Just as Alvin and Aurora were sucking milk greedily, a respected elder left this world.

Master Anthony closed his eyes with a smile, lying quietly on the large bamboo chair in the library, humming his favorite love song when he was young.

The love song stopped abruptly when there was only one line left.

The sturdy big hand slowly dropped, and the scroll in his hand fell to the ground, making a low collision sound.

Lisa and Sura, who were waiting beside him, did not rush up to shake Anthony's body excitedly, but just let the tears roll down his cheeks.

The teacher accurately predicted the time of death, calmly waited for the end of life, and left peacefully without illness, which was also a happy funeral.

But in Lisa's heart, she would rather the teacher live in embarrassment than leave in a chic way.

Master Anthony should not have died so early, he worked too hard.

Lisa got the super artifact Eden so that he could let go of his hanging heart.

There is hope for the future of the empire.

In the past two hundred years, he hardly slept well. He was either worrying about the development of the Magic Association or looking for opportunities to become stronger.

Sura was his most carefully trained disciple. He worked very hard, but his talent was limited.

This was also Anthony's biggest pain.

Efforts determine the lower limit, and talent determines the upper limit.

On the road to the peak of human power, the difference determined by talent is too great, and it is definitely not something that can be equalized by gritting one's teeth.

Anthony's talent is not particularly outstanding, and he is a genius that only appears once in a century, and Sura's talent upper limit is even slightly lower than Anthony's.

Relying on the two of them, let alone restoring the glory of the Magic Empire, it is not easy to even keep the Magic Association.

The closer the return day is, the more anxious Anthony is.

Until Roland appears.

Anthony once regarded Roland as the hope for the rise of the Magic Empire, but he only took Roland as his only one, and Roland only took the Magic Empire as a bargaining chip.

Roland's identity is too big, his bottom line is too flexible, and he explicitly refuses to practice magic, which makes Anthony very disappointed.

When Roland recommended Lisa to him, he didn't have much hope at first, just thought it was a deal.

Routine magic talent test, the test magic stone was filled with red and exploded on the spot.

At the same time, Anthony's prejudice also exploded.

He was so excited that he almost fainted.

Lisa's fire magic talent is the best in the history of the entire Magic Empire.

And Lisa is simple-minded. In her heart, besides Roland, there is magic, which makes the old man very pleased.

Volcano Nirvana, artifact chooses the master, and the empire is reborn.

Anthony saw the dawn, but there was still a trace of loss in his heart.

The success of his disciples was certainly gratifying, but he was still very frustrated that he could not keep up with the pace of the times.

Now that Lisa could control the future of the Magic Empire, Anthony's mentality had also changed.

Before, he always took the word of stability first and was unwilling to take risks. What was he afraid of now?

After reading countless classics, Anthony set his sights on the famous Emperor Sorenson in the history of the Magic Empire.

This Emperor Sorenson was a very alternative magician.

He had the fighting skills of lions and tigers, the power of wild bears, and the strong vitality of dragons.

He created the battle mage branch and climbed to the top with it, becoming the most powerful magician at that time.

Integrating magic into combat skills, using instant high-burst magic to fuse martial arts, instantly tearing the enemy apart, this is the way of Emperor Sorenson's fighting.

Although Anthony did not have the huge body of Emperor Sorenson, he was equally powerful compared to ordinary people.

He chose the path of a combat mage. In order to master the essence of combat as soon as possible, he took the risk of fusing with the magic weapon left by Sorenson.

This fusion really went wrong.

The soul fragment of Emperor Sorenson is hidden in the magic ring, and he wants to seize the control of his body.

After struggling many times in vain, Anthony chose to self-destruct in despair.

He wanted to take Sorenson's soul with him.

After trying his best to replace Sorenson's soul fragment, his life also came to an end.

He had countless words to say to Lisa and Sura, but he couldn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

When the hand of death strangled his throat, he suddenly woke up.

He had a lot of failure lessons, but not much success experience.

In this case, why should he instill his mistakes to the next generation?

He smiled with relief.

He did not leave a last word, but just sang a song for Lisa and Sura.

A love song that was easily missed when young, leaving endless regrets for the future. (End of this chapter)