In the Name of the Queen

Something happened to Sif!

Roland woke up suddenly, his heart pounding.

He had just dozed off with his hands on his cheeks, and saw a familiar figure hesitating in a daze in the endless sea of ​​annihilation.

Although it was just a vague shadow, he recognized it at a glance!

His throat was so dry that he couldn't even drink a few sips of water.

He gradually recalled the past when he saw Sif in his dream.

At that time, she was not in a complete state, her body and feet were cut off and separated, and her consciousness was not complete.

He once thought that the elf Sif and Sif were two people.

Later, Sif found her feet, restored her flawless body, and her strength improved by leaps and bounds.

He also felt that Sif was restored to a complete state and had no regrets.

The nightmare just now awakened many dusty memories. He dug out some fragments from the depths of his memory and remembered what the elf Sif had said.

"If you want to revive me, you must cross the Styx, pass through the Netherworld, pick up the broken pieces of my spirit in the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Annihilation, piece them together, and give me a new soul and body."

Some of Sif's soul fragments were left there.

He should have remembered these, but this memory was inexplicably sealed, and it was not until the nightmare just now that it awakened him.

In a flash, all of Roland's memories were connected, and he rushed out of the room quickly and ran towards the magic teleportation array.

He must see Sif quickly. Immediately, right now!

He was very fast and would not consider any costs at this time, but Sheffield Castle was far away from the big city after all. He rushed out of the teleportation array and ran for another hour before he arrived.

When he rushed into the Queen's bedroom and found Sif, she was lying there quietly, with a velvet blanket wrapped around her well-proportioned and plump body, as if she was sleeping soundly.

But Roland knew very well that Sif's soul had left her body and was just an empty shell at the moment.

He could not feel Sif's breath at all, but she was lying quietly here.

What to do?

If it were a fairy tale, the prince's kiss could wake up the sleeping beautiful princess, but this is the real world.

Roland's heart was beating wildly. He tried desperately to warn himself, try to calm down, and start thinking about countermeasures.

Just as he began to recall every bit of his time with Sif, he cut off his mind and made a decisive decision.

Sif must be saved, and hesitation for a second is a blasphemy against this relationship.

If Sif is not there, the world might as well be destroyed.

To save people, he alone is far from enough, he needs help.

Roland found Lisa first.

Although there are many troubles in the Magic Empire, Lisa can't even abdicate like others, but she didn't hesitate at all when facing Roland's request for help.

"I'll go with you!"

"No, you have to stay and take care of her body. Only you can control the Garden of Eden." Roland said calmly.

"But." Lisa was still worried.

"No buts, I will ask others for help." Roland cut off Lisa's hesitation.

Since Roland had made the decision, Lisa would not object.

The Garden of Eden preserves many species and is suitable for the survival of various creatures.

This is the Ark of the End of the World built by a magic emperor with all the resources in the country. Even the name is taken from the paradise in a religious book.

It is safest to store Sif's body here.

In addition to Sif's body, Roland and other helpers' bodies will also be stored here.

Roland found Alina second.

When he hurriedly arrived, Alina had been waiting for a long time.

"Sif is in trouble, I must save her, I need help!"

He briefly explained the whole story and immediately asked Alina for help.

He believed that Alina would agree readily. After all, he had helped her too many times. Although this trip was very dangerous, Roland really needed her.

However, Alina shook her head calmly, "If I go with you, it will only be a one-way trip."

Roland was stunned.

He never dreamed that Alina would refuse him. Anger surged in his chest, and when he was about to explode, he suddenly shuddered.

Alina is not that kind of person. If she was afraid of death, she would not have bound her soul and flesh to him.

If he got angry rashly, Alina would only feel that he did not understand her.

Roland took a deep breath, sat down opposite Alina, poured himself a glass of water, and asked in a deep voice:

"I am very confused now and need your advice."

"Roland, if you want to go to the Sea of ​​Annihilation, you must pass through the Styx and the Hell. The biggest threat to the Styx is the ferryman, but you don't need to take a boat, you can wait for an opportunity to cross."

"The real difficulty lies in the judge, who is close to the strength of a god. If he is caught by him, even if I help you, there is no chance of winning."

Roland frowned slightly, "So you can only rely on luck?"

"Of course not, stargazers never believe in luck. According to my experience, if something can be so bad, it will most likely become like this. If you cross the Styx with a fluke mentality, you will most likely be caught by the judge."

Alina explained calmly.

Roland was a little confused. Since he didn't rely on luck and Alina didn't plan to help, what should he do?

"Sophia, only she can do it."

Although she didn't want to admit it, Alina still openly acknowledged Sophia's strength.

"The suppression of power by the laws of the universe is limited to the material plane. In the underworld, Sophia can exert her full strength, and only she has the opportunity to suppress the Chief Judge."

"As for the netherworld, I don't know much, you can only explore it yourself."

"With Sophia's personality, I'm afraid she would at most accept to go with you, so."

This conclusion made Alina feel humiliated. She didn't want to admit that she was not as strong as Sophia, but it was a fact.

Looking for Sophia?

If there was a choice, Roland really didn't want to look for her. But Alina was right. In the underworld, Sophia could exert her full combat power. Unless the gods came, she would be invincible.

After saying goodbye to Alina, Roland went to St. Rurik Castle again.

Returning to the Summer Palace, Sophia was obviously surprised to see Roland's obviously lost his calm expression.

"You rarely come to me at such a short interval. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I need your help, I'm willing to pay any price!" Roland made a request straight to the point.

He introduced Sif's situation in the simplest language, and then looked at Sophia calmly.

To be fair, his relationship with Sophia was more like an ally and partner.

If there was not enough benefit, Sophia could have refused.

After all, going to the Sea of ​​Annihilation requires three deaths, and it is still unclear whether you can come back. Sophia has no reason to take risks.

Sophia obviously did not expect Roland to make such a request.

She wanted to refuse outright. After all, she just liked fighting, not death, and she would not take meaningless risks.

After a simple balance, she slowly said: "I will go with you. Remember, you owe me a favor."

Roland looked at Sophia in surprise and nodded quickly. How dare he bargain at this time.

Can a favor be more important than Sif's life? As long as Sophia is willing to help, he will give her whatever she wants.

Sophia has not been in charge of domestic affairs for many years. She can leave at any time, which is convenient.

But she refused to place her body in the Garden of Eden.

"I will enter the underworld in the form of flesh."

"It will be discovered." Roland reminded softly.

"Whoever stops me, I will kill him." Sophia made a decision in an unquestionable tone.

Although this was reckless, Roland knew that this was Sophia's bottom line, so he stopped talking nonsense and quickly shut up.

The political arena of the Vladimir Empire already belongs to the young people. Not only did Sophia stay away from politics, but even Angelina and Sakhalin and others had retired and lived in seclusion.

Roland had a lot of things to arrange here.

Although he was no longer the prime minister of the six countries, he still had to worry about the development of the alliance.

In addition to these mundane affairs, he had to meet Christine.

They only had differences when facing the goddess of light, and they could always be consistent in other matters.

It was not appropriate not to discuss such an important matter with her.

When Roland appeared in the Holy City, Christine did not seem to be surprised by his arrival, but just looked at him quietly.

"Roland, you are restless, come and pray and meditate first."

Roland wanted to say that he was not in the mood, but he could not refuse Christine's enthusiasm, so he found a place to sit beside her, closed his eyes casually, but his thoughts had drifted to the Sea of ​​Annihilation.

Perhaps he was too worried or too tired, Roland actually fell asleep while praying.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on the mat, sleeping on Christine's thigh.

This posture is suitable for couples in love, but it is a bit disrespectful to the Pope who is as chaste as a jade.

Roland was about to get up, but Christine's hand pressed on his cheek.

"Sleep a little longer, you look very tired."

Since Christine didn't mind, Roland naturally had no reason to refuse. He smelled the Pope's faint fragrance, and he didn't know whether it was the smell of the body or the fragrance of the bath.

In this slightly strange atmosphere, he fell asleep again quickly.

Without nightmares and disturbances, he slept soundly.

He woke up slowly until noon the next day.

After thanking Christine, he finally got the opportunity to tell the reason for his upcoming journey.

Christine's expression did not change when she heard the name of the underworld; she frowned slightly when she heard the word Hell; when Roland mentioned the Sea of ​​Annihilation, her face finally changed and her voice trembled a little.

"Don't go!"

Perhaps because she felt that this statement was too imperative, she changed to a slightly softer tone, "Roland, there is nothing in the Sea of ​​Annihilation. It is an empty and lonely space with countless entrances, but no fixed exit. Anything that enters the Sea of ​​Annihilation will be eroded by time and become the most primitive fragments."

"Rather than hell, it is more like a garbage disposal site."

Christine couldn't help but persuade: "Roland, you still have Lisa, Alina, and... many people worth cherishing. If you get lost in the Sea of ​​Annihilation, what do you want them to do?"

"They all support me." Roland said in a deep voice.

"You!"

Christine was choked and speechless. She bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, "Do I have to go?"

"Of course I have to go. If Sif is trapped, I must go. If Lisa and Alina are trapped, I will go too."

Roland paused for a moment, his eyes drifting into the distance, "If you are in danger, I will also be obliged to do so."

Christine didn't expect Roland to say this, her body trembled slightly, she never dreamed that Roland would put her in such an important position, she wanted to say thank you but felt a little ambiguous, but she couldn't say the words of dissuasion anymore.

She really wanted to ask if Roland would save Sophia if she was trapped, but she would never say such low EQ words.

Silence made the atmosphere more and more strange. Christine's slender fingertips brushed the ends of her hair and chuckled, "Take back the words you said to deceive a little girl. If I fail in the selection of the saint, I might be moved, but I am already an old woman."

Roland didn't dare to respond to this. His original intention was that he and Christine were allies and friends who had known each other for many years. If she was in danger, he would never back down, let alone his wife?

But Christine mistakenly thought that she was on the same level as his wives in his heart.

It was indeed a beautiful misunderstanding.

Although it was a misunderstanding, Roland would not explain it.

How else could he explain it? Should he just say, "Don't misunderstand me, you are far worse than my wife?"

The words were true, but it was not very good to say it out loud.

Luckily, Christine was the Pope, the future goddess of light that he intended to support, and was isolated from emotions. Just treat the words just now as an accident.

Roland did not continue the topic, but said goodbye to Christine.

Christine suddenly grabbed his shoulders and whispered, "Close your eyes."

Wait, what is this guy going to do?

Roland felt a little palpitation, but he believed that Christine would not hurt him, so he closed his eyes obediently.

A sudden pain came from his left arm, and he couldn't help but open his eyes to see, but he saw a few more wounds on his left wrist, which were fine teeth marks.

"This is a punishment for your outspokenness, let's go."

Roland was speechless.

Didn't she call herself an old woman? Why is she still like a teenage girl?

Bite it, it won't hurt anyway.

Roland felt the sacred energy surging in the wound, knowing that this was a blessing that must be delivered with blood, and his heart was slightly warm.

"Thank you."

"Don't say these useless nonsense, I heard that there are many fun things in the black market of the Nether Prison. If you are interested, bring me a gift."

Christine pushed Roland hard and pushed him out of the prayer room.

She had to do this. If she was a little later, the blush on her face would be seen.

The Pope actually blushed because of a few words, which was really embarrassing.

The prayer room was empty, with only the rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat of the beautiful Pope.

Christine did not recite the scriptures, she knew that it was useless to recite anything now.

Only one thought lingered in her heart, whispering like a devil.

If the selection of the saint failed that year, and Roland also expressed his feelings to her, would she accept it?

Who is more important, Roland or her faith?

She couldn't think of a reason to refuse, and even had some expectations. She didn't even want to think about who was more important, Roland or faith.

After an unknown amount of time, her pounding heart finally calmed down, and her breathing gradually evened out.

She didn't have to answer this question, because there is no if in this world, only results.

She can now answer the second question.

Faith is faith, Roland is Roland, they are equally important.

It's a pity that there is some conflict between them.

Wait, Christine's eyes suddenly lit up and found the blind spot.

Who stipulated that women serving as saints, bishops and popes must remain chaste? When did it start?

She was very curious.

She now had the highest authority and the power to access all the books and materials, so she could find out the source.

Trying to suppress her excitement, she came to the most secret collection hall.

The curator certainly didn't dare to stop her, but was a little surprised.

Entering the collection room, Christine came to the biography area and looked up the saints of all generations in the history of the Divine Court.

The first generation of saints remained unmarried all their lives.

The second generation of saints remained unmarried all their lives.

The third generation of saints remained unmarried, but had two children.

Although there were many Spring and Autumn style writings in the records of the classics, and even said that the two children were adopted, Christine still found loopholes in the records.

Obviously, the two children were the biological children of the third generation of saints.

Because the saint and the pope had a debate about whether clergy could marry and have children, which was recorded.

The debate was very long, and it was basically a dispute between what the church did not prohibit and what the church did not authorize.

The final result was obviously that the saint won.

Not only did she become the next pope, but the saints after her also became the wives of some emperors or nobles when they were older.

Until a few hundred years ago, the custom that saints must be pure was restored.

So saints can get married and have partners?

Christine's fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes were a little confused, and even a little scared.

If Roland said what he just said now, would she lose her composure instantly?

She didn't know, and she didn't dare to know. (End of this chapter)