In the Name of Empress-Chapter 430 - 300: Pain! Pain! Pain! (Part 3)

I hope there’s still a bit of time for her to finish reading before the ending.

Let this perfect love story accompany her on her journey.

Angelina tiptoed carefully, sat at the bedside, and began to read.

Her smile quickly froze, and she felt more and more pain.

The pain from her ankle joint was sharper than being cut by a sword; it was the kind of piercing pain that made her soul tremble.

Even more painful than this was the novel’s plot.

Julius and Romulus eventually died due to a misunderstanding.

Their deaths shocked both families, and they chose to bury the two young people together.

What? So they weren’t buried together after a life-long companionship, but instead couldn’t be united in life and were reconciled in death?

Which idiot wrote this? Is it fun to bully people like this?

Angelina was infuriated. Life was already such a mess, why did reading a lousy novel have to involve such heartbreaking twists?

She stood up, excitedly, "Ow!" she bellowed, falling back onto the bed.

It hurt so much, but it didn’t feel like poison, it felt more like...

Gout?

Thinking about all the seafood she ate last night and the few bottles of dark beer she guzzled, she wanted to slap herself a few times.

Oh dear, where’s the doctor? Help!

I’m about to die; don’t let me suffer anymore!

...

Angelina’s cries for help alarmed the maid, and the servants in the yard scrambled to get her to the hospital. The doctor bled her half a pound, sparing her only when her lips and cheeks turned pale.

When Roland heard the news, he rushed over, looking at the pitiful Angelina, unable to associate this weak patient with the Shadow Sanctuary who challenged him to a duel to the death.

Even someone made of iron couldn’t withstand the double torment of illness and a quack doctor.

Roland glared at Angelina, mockingly instructing, "Just lie down and rest well. Once you’re better, pack your things and leave, and remember to thank Sofia for me."

"Wait, what did you say?" Angelina was just a bit stubborn, not truly stupid. Listening to Roland’s words and connecting it to the events of last night and today, she suddenly realized.

So Roland wasn’t sending her "home" just in words but truly sending her home?

As Roland prepared to leave, she propped herself up and asked softly, "Roland, do you really not hate me?"

"Why should I hate you? The two countries are at war, and we are enemies on the battlefield. But outside the battlefield, do we have any deep-seated grievances?"

Seeing Roland about to leave, Angelina hurriedly stopped him, "Wait."

"What else?"

"Can I bring some books back?" Angelina’s expectant eyes were mixed with unease.

Roland didn’t turn back, but his lips couldn’t help but curl into a slight smile.

He was troubled with finding a reason to send some books to Angelina for her to take back and spread, and here she was volunteering?

Roland looked back at Angelina, pretending to ponder with difficulty before "hesitantly" saying:

"Of course, but books on military and technology must be screened by me."

Angelina couldn’t help but laugh.

She wasn’t an idiot, she knew which books could be taken and which couldn’t.

"Don’t worry, I prefer literature, art, and ocean encyclopedias."

As Roland walked out of the hospital, he met the attending doctor who had been waiting for some time.

"Dr. Woma, find a way to keep her bedridden for a few more days, but don’t actually harm her."

Standing close to two meters tall and powerfully built, Dr. Woma had a somewhat sinister smile, and his long saber scar on his face looked particularly menacing.

"Lord Governor, rest assured about my work. Without my permission, no patient can leave the hospital."

Watching the menacing surgeon, Roland felt a slight chill down his spine. He glanced at Angelina’s hospital room and shrugged.

Sorry, I’m not trying to torture you, but I hope you read more books.

Using the power of knowledge to transform a fierce she-wolf into a literature-loving girl is also an accomplishment in spreading knowledge.

Using Sofia’s ring as a wedding ring and Sofia’s subordinates as tools to boost achievements, I often feel a bit despicable.

But Roland didn’t care.

For victory, he was willing to sacrifice everything.