In the Name of Empress-Chapter 382 - 267: Master of Slander

The dream ended.

But Roland was now plagued with even more confusion.

Elf Sylph, clearly a spirit body without material reliance, why did her feet have warmth and a tactile sensation?

Even though it was a dream, wasn’t it too real?

Roland thought for a moment but still had no leads, so he decided to stop thinking about it.

Either way, he had finally seen the real face of the Netherworld, and doing business with these "devils" would be much more reassuring.

As long as a contract was established, the devils would never breach it.

Roland didn’t know what to complain about. In terms of contract spirit, they were even stronger than humans.

Although he had the idea of trading, he did not intend to actively contact the Netherworld demons.

Doing business is quite similar to courting; most times, the one who initiates first is usually at a disadvantage.

Opening up first exposes your eagerness and weaknesses to the other party.

If the other party respects you, it’s naturally a good thing. But if they think they can easily manipulate you just because you initiated, then the clown mask is put on.

Roland merely wanted more trading channels; he didn’t want to be a clown.

A thought flashed through his mind—White Demon Armor had fallen into Marco’s hands, and he wondered whether that guy had also done business with the devils.

Having stored the armor properly, Roland looked at the horizon slowly turning pale with dawn and began contemplating another matter.

He always felt that Elf Sylph and Sif were connected. Even though he was somewhat face-blind, finding it hard to tell apart beautiful elves, their resemblance was just too high.

But they certainly weren’t the same person, so what was their relationship?

Thinking over and over, dawn broke.

Roland walked out of the bedroom, spiritedly heading to the Governor’s office.

There was still much to be done during this time, and one significant matter was the expansion of the Warrior Cemetery.

Sussex is a country that emphasizes martial valor and is still on the rise; they never neglect the treatment of fallen soldiers.

This is indeed very important.

Roland himself was the orphan of a martyr.

Although his father’s death was not confirmed until three years later, the pension and corresponding benefits were already provided.

If there were no free housing, life for him and Lisa would surely be difficult.

This kindness was also an essential reason why Roland chose to stay.

He certainly hoped to pass this kindness on, allowing more people to enjoy it.

Arriving at the office, his long-waiting secretary hurried to greet him, handing over the organized documents.

"Lord Governor, these documents are very important and require your immediate review."

"Got it, just leave them on the table."

Roland walked into the office but didn’t immediately start working, as a too hasty rhythm would awaken unpleasant memories of his past life’s frantic work.

Although this life was also very hard, there was no need to be so constrained.

Standing by the window, appreciating the scenery of the square in front, Roland’s expression was very calm.

The Governor’s Mansion was very tall, offering a panoramic view of the entire square and half of Hansa City.

In the era before skyscrapers had appeared, this building ranked third in the city for height.

The highest, of course, was the Goddess of Fengrao Hall.

Secular power can surpass the authority of Divine Servants, but none dare challenge the brilliance of the Goddess.

Building beyond the Divine Hall would be an offense to the Goddess.

The Empress’s Palace is about one meter lower than the Goddess Hall, and the Governor’s Mansion is another meter lower than the Empress’s Palace.

This is order.

The order of this era.

Roland’s gaze turned to the Goddess of Fengrao Hall, looking upward along its soaring spire.

Far above the unknown firmament, there are three goddesses from the Theia Plane.

They occasionally glance at their homeland, but it’s not with thoughts of bringing prosperity; they await the final return day.

Then the goddess’s true self can return to the Material Plane.

This is the rule of cosmic operation, as well as a protection for the Material Plane.

Divine might is like a prison; when the Goddess returns home, any defier will have nowhere to escape.

The time before the return day arrives is the last chance for creatures of the Material Plane.

Whether giving up and lying flat or rising to resist, fighting for a way out under the gaps of cosmic law and the pressure of the Goddess, this day is not far off.

He also had to seize the time.

To his fullest capability, he first needed to meet Sofia.

Thinking of Sofia, Roland felt a bit strange. This woman, who gave a chilling presence, had been missing for a long time.

She hadn’t appeared in public for at least half a year.

Judging from the recent expansion momentum of the Vladimir Empire, Empress Sofia’s absence didn’t seem like mere seclusion; it was more like a real disappearance.

A war with Boli Khanate took nearly a year; that wasn’t Sofia’s style.

Returning to his desk, Roland opened the first document.

A detailed combat loss report from the expedition to Jin Yuan Kingdom.

A loss of over two thousand people wasn’t too much, but seeing two Silver Knights fallen was still somewhat distressing.

These Knights were loyal and brave and had already embraced his new ideology, serving as the workforce core of the army.

If alive, they had the opportunity to become high-ranking officers or even earn a golden general star.

Such is war; bullets and artillery have no eyes, and when fate calls, nothing can stop it.

If you’re not dead yet, then you must continue to fight.

Besides the casualty numbers, there was also a list of over a hundred missing personnel, most from the Monarch’s crew.

Although hunting General Nephropidae went smoothly, the cost was not insignificant.

At least a hundred crewmen were casualties, with another hundred missing.

The Monarch, with a full load of less than eight hundred, lost nearly a third of its personnel. Coupling that with the sinking of the Monarch, the loss was indeed severe.

Fortunately, General Nephropidae handed over his shell as compensation; otherwise, it would have been a huge loss.

Among the missing personnel, there were a few young men Roland recognized.

Roland vividly witnessed them being thrown into the sea, caught in the swirling shell of General Nephropidae.