In the Name of Empress-Chapter 350 - 238: Outlaws Must Be Punished!

From Saint Rurik Palace to Sussex City.

From the Dome Cathedral of the Divine Court of Nature to the Divine Hall of Resurrection of the Divine Court of Light, everyone is pondering the same questions.

What is Alina doing? What is Marco doing?

The whole world wants to know the answer.

They completely cannot understand how this internal conflict, which was supposed to be a life-and-death struggle in their eyes, has turned out like this.

Since Alina landed, she did not immediately gather an army to march towards the capital as per the usual rebellion process, but instead leisurely stockpiled supplies and recruited troops at Ives Port.

She didn’t even raise the flag of another Jin Yuan.

Countries and major powers around the world were puzzled.

What kind of maneuver is this?

After all, opposing Marco does not equate to supporting Alina; the total number of troops she can gather does not exceed a hundred thousand. If she doesn’t march towards the capital while morale is high, is there any chance of saving the rebellion once the resolve dissipates?

Does this still look like she’s avenging her father?

Alina’s unusual actions were baffling, and Marco’s response was even more unexpected.

He acted as if nothing was happening in the south, steadily organizing the order of the capital.

With the deployment of the gendarmes and police, the originally chaotic West City miraculously returned to its previous order.

Though puzzling, everyone was very clear that there’s no possibility of reconciliation between Alina and Marco, as this is the matter of avenging a father.

Everyone is anticipating their next move.

While the entire world couldn’t understand, Marco and Alina were not idle.

Marco had to work late into the night every day.

Allen’s assassination took away his last trace of a smile.

His comrades either died in the struggle or were sent to the guillotine by him, and Allen was the only remaining sprout.

Since the day Allen was assassinated, he had no friends, no family, not even subordinates he could exchange heartfelt words with.

He had never felt so isolated. Beside him were only enemies and those who could help him deal with enemies, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

Entering a completely cold-blooded mode, Marco completed the organization of West City’s order and military in a month’s time.

After Allen’s assassination, he did not appoint Allen’s deputy to manage intelligence work but casually found a reason to throw Allen’s deputy into prison, using the Great Memory Recovery Skill.

Allen’s deputy survived several rounds of torture before finally collapsing under agony.

Reluctantly, he asked Marco a question.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Guessed." Facing an already subdued enemy, Marco was quite honest, unwilling to lie.

"Guessed?" Allen’s deputy was almost in despair; he couldn’t believe this reason.

Marco handed him over to the Torturer without saying much.

Some things he couldn’t tell a prisoner.

The one who benefits most is the one most suspect.

According to this logic, Allen’s deputy Lun had significant suspicion.

Marco guessed but not entirely, there was a rational deduction.

What if he caught the wrong person?

No problem, just let it be. Many innocent people have died in the Palace Prison, one more doesn’t make a difference.

An imperceptible glint of coldness flashed in Marco’s eyes.

He didn’t miss catching those without suspicion; moreover, those who truly were suspect?

Lun was still too young.

With Lun’s confession, Marco obtained the answer he expected.

The Flower Moon Faction made their move.

It was a faction representing the old nobility and the military, also his mortal enemy.

Indeed, he was still too merciful, allowing those who should have been utterly destroyed to have a voice.

Holding the interrogation report, Marco stayed awake through the night, silent the entire evening.

When he walked out of the small study room, no one knew that a cold, emotionless reformer had emerged.

He decided to burn this decaying old world and reshape a new one.

He would surely succeed.

Even if he unfortunately failed, he would burn away all the corrupt chains, allowing future generations to establish a new free nation on this unlocked ruin.

For this ideal, sacrificing as many people as necessary was worth it.

Unlike the cold and determined Marco, the main thing Alina, in Ives Port, did this month was constantly compromise and coordinate.

Roland almost never offered any opinions on her governance plans.

No matter how Alina asked, he generally declined with the reason of not wanting to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries.

Feeling a bit helpless, Alina had to basically adopt her father’s policies wholesale, with minor modifications.

In her view, the monarchy is indeed corrupt, but in an era of Transcendents’ existence, how could humans be truly equal?

Letting a Transcendent being like Sofia enjoy the same political treatment as an old farmer on the roadside, isn’t that a joke? 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Alina recalled Roland’s only advice to her.

Respect reality.

The reality is that Jin Yuan is a complicated country.

More complicated than any other country in the world.

Jin Yuan is the only major country where all three religions are legal in the world, where over twenty percent of the population are from the Mysterious Race.

In other countries, the Mysterious Race is merely other ethnic groups of Human Race, whereas in Jin Yuan, the Mysterious Race is of other races.

In Jin Yuan Kingdom, as long as the taxable population reaches a certain number, it can gain recognition.

If the taxable population is insufficient, enlisting in the army is an option too.

This inclusive foreign policy allows Jin Yuan Kingdom to have the richest variety of both peoples and soldiers.

It’s a fantastical army comprised of Druids and Priests, Wizards who play with voodoo dolls fighting shoulder to shoulder with Knights who believe in Light, Centaurs, and Werewolves serving as mobile units.

Unlike Sussex with its pure bloodlines, Jin Yuan Kingdom is far too complicated.

If it were only the issue of the Mysterious Race, perhaps Jin Yuan wouldn’t be considered the most complex.

After all, many countries also have Mysterious Races, such as the mysterious Bearman Berserkers in the Vladimir Empire’s army.

The complexity of Jin Yuan exists in all aspects.

In the commercial field, the nobility merchant guild, civilian merchant guild, and the once-existing imperial merchant guild compete for profit, hindering each other, never forming a united effort.

In the industrial field, the archaeology faction and the reform faction argue endlessly.

In the alchemy industry, the Mithril Society and the Black Iron Society have been long-standing adversaries.

There is a magical legend on the Rodinia Continent that a united Jin Yuan is invincible.

This legend is also a classic joke because no one can unite Jin Yuan.

Even the historically renowned Emperor Iris couldn’t do it, Carl couldn’t do it after overthrowing the imperial system, can Alina do it?

Roland originally thought of advising Alina, but after fully understanding Jin Yuan’s diversity, he chose silence.

Just a small Ives Port opened Roland’s eyes.

He witnessed brown striped centaurs and black striped centaurs fighting fiercely over which magic pattern color looks better, personally experiencing the disdain hierarchy within the werewolves.

According to different degrees of wolf transformation, those more human-like are called werewolves, those more wolf-like are called werewolf humans.

This was Roland’s perception before coming to Jin Yuan, but after arriving at Ives Port, his perception shattered.

It turns out there is also a distinction within werewolves between humanized werewolves and wolfized werewolves.

And among werewolf humans, there is a difference between werewolf wolves and human wolves.

Simply put, in the eyes of werewolf humans, the higher the wolf content, the more noble.

While in the eyes of werewolves, having too high a wolf content is a departure from civilized society, it is barbaric.

Within humanized werewolves, the most humanized group looks completely indistinguishable in appearance.

Even on a full moon night, they do not turn into wolves crouching on the ground, but only enhance their claws and fangs during battle.

After the werewolf historian introduced by Alina finished explaining the sixteen detailed divisions of werewolves and werewolf humans, Roland went completely silent.

He chose to give up.

Let the matters of Jin Yuan be handled by the Jin Yuan people themselves.

He only did two things.

First was to stop Alina from losing control, second was to remind Alina to respect reality.

The bewildered Roland spent every day in the best hotel in Ives Port, enjoying the soft bed and the meals personally prepared by Lisa, then waited in a daze.

Unlike Roland’s bewilderment, the accompanying Fourth Fleet commander Bridges was a bit restless.

Under the guise of military exercises, he blockaded Ives Port, forcing the port to surrender, feeling proud while eagerly anticipating a chance to excel further.

However, he was soon disappointed.

After the Fourth Fleet stationed in Ives Port, there was nothing to do.

Bridges initially ordered the sailors to stay on the ships ready for combat, but for the next month, there was no order for action.

Facing more and more grumbles from the sailors, Bridges had no choice but to allow them to go ashore to release pent-up emotions.

Before the sailors went ashore, Bridges made a final effort, he lectured the sailors, asking them to respect local laws.

However, on the day the sailors went ashore, all the brothels in Ives Port were packed.

Jin Yuan people have pride.

Even shameless prostitutes were unwilling to entertain the filthy and crude Sussex people, yet as soon as the Sussex sailors offered twice the overnight fee, their dignity floated to the ground along with their clothes.

As long as there’s a hundred percent profit...

Haha, Carl said it very well.

That night, Sussex people and visitors from other places fought fiercely in many nightclubs, keeping the police busy running around.

The next morning, a frustrated and helpless Alina couldn’t think of how to deal with these disruptive sailors, so she found Roland.

While Roland was enjoying a uniquely flavored sea snake stew, Alina walked in with slightly dark circles under her eyes.

Seeing Alina looking a bit unusual, Lisa wisely found an excuse to leave, leaving the small dining room to Alina and Roland.

She didn’t understand politics, nor did she like it.

She preferred to create dishes that could touch Alina’s soul, hoping for more top-quality reviews.

Watching Lisa leave, Roland placed a piece of boiled snake meat into his mouth, enjoying while smiling and asking:

"Alina, it seems you didn’t sleep well last night. I suggest you share this delicacy and then go back for a beauty sleep. Lack of sleep is beauty’s greatest enemy."

"I never care about such superficial things. Well, I do care a lot, but right now I have no mood for sleep."

Alina considered various ways to start the conversation, but ultimately chose to be truthful.

After she finished talking about the chaos of the sailors’ night last night, Roland asked solemnly:

"Were there any casualties?"

"Yes."

Alina’s voice was somewhat hoarse, pushing her gold-rimmed glasses up, somewhat helplessly saying:

"You know how angry someone gets when being dragged out from a woman’s bed after drinking; of course, sailors from the Fourth Fleet would resist. As far as I know, at least a dozen officers and three soldiers died in the conflict."

Roland shrugged, teasingly said: "How would I know? I don’t have such a colorful experience."

Alina felt speechless; was Roland in the mood for jokes now?

She sighed softly: "Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for your subordinates. In a few days, I’ll secretly release them, but not now, I need to provide an explanation to those who follow me, even if it’s just superficial."

"Bang!"

Roland slammed his palm on the table, startling Alina to stand up.

"These lawless thugs must be severely punished! Let judgment be done as needed!"

Alina’s mind momentarily couldn’t process, she asked softly: "Aren’t you angry?"

"Angry? Of course I’m angry!"

Roland suddenly stood up, hands on hips, looking "furiously" at Alina.

"Even if my people committed a capital offense, it shouldn’t be up to you to handle. Moreover, your ability to seek revenge and counterattack is all thanks to me, yet you dare to touch my people, it’s simply ungrateful."

"Hence the bonds must be cut!"

"I, I never meant that."

Alina didn’t expect Roland to suddenly be so angry, quickly explaining to Roland.

She had just spoken half of her words when, looking into Roland’s blinking eyes, she instantly understood.

This was a play staged by Roland and her.

Marco dared not act, likely due to the presence of the Fourth Fleet.

If Alina and Roland openly fell out, what would he fear?