Sally asked with a narrowed eyes, and the dangerous smile made Roddy's mouth twitch, and he hurriedly stated: "I don't mean that. After all, I have never been influenced by aristocrats, so many things cannot be appreciated..."

"Okay, OK, look at your woody look, you're still taking it seriously. Don't you guys like martial arts competitions, horse racing, etc., but there is no such activity after the war, and it will take two months to wait."

Speaking of this, Sally suddenly remembered something and said seriously: "A few days ago, Bishop Benjamin wrote a letter to ask about the future impact on the diocese. I haven't replied yet. What do you think is appropriate?"

Roddy thought for a while, but asked back, "Have you ever thought about what the 'Rose Cross' is for the entire ruling class?"

Sally was actually worried about this problem: "In the past, the "Rose Cross" was my protective umbrella, which allowed me to avoid a lot of trouble and solve many enemies. But now I am standing in this position and feel that such a force that cannot be controlled in my hands is very disturbing... It is not like a noble, but it is more troublesome than a noble. We have sponsored them a lot, but now I am more worried, which makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"Religion is dead, people live." Roddy picked up the teacup and took a sip. "In fact, when you delegate power to the cabinet, you should realize your own superiority in identity... You are both a duke and a priest. Although the "Rose Cross" will not allow a duke to become a mastermind, you have a legitimate identity to contact the ruling class within the sect. Do you know what this means?"

Sally's eyes gradually brightened, and she realized that she had been dead ends before: it was indeed narrow to always look at the problem alone as a "duke" or "priest". And Roddy's meaning was obvious - since "Rose Cross" might become an obstacle to the development of Iversa, why not completely incorporate this sect into her own control?

When the prefect, regional bishop, and the clergy management and military power in various places are controlled by themselves, what is the difference between who the Pope?

"I think I understand..." Sally nodded, then grimaced at Roddy: "I didn't expect that you, the wood, has studied power and strategy so deeply. I said, have you already planned me?"

As she said this, Sally reached out to pinch Roddy's neck like a playful thing. Roddy cooperated and shouted "Duke up your life", but found that she had been unknowingly hanging on her body, and her breath was full of the sweet smell of her body. Roddy gradually stopped moving and reached out to push her a little messy blonde hair - this distance is very suitable for kissing with her eyes closed, and Sally obviously planned to do this...

"Wait, someone is here."

Roddy's voice made Sally open her eyes again with some anger, but then the duke discovered that Roddy was not intentionally interrupting the good things of the two - because his face suddenly became serious.

"Sharp environment" made Roddy hear the slightly rushing footsteps outside the house. He gently helped Sally up. The two of them tidied up their slightly wrinkled robes at the same time. When they turned their heads, the attendant who was hurried outside the house was just holding letters into the hall with both hands.

"Prime Minister, an emergency letter from Elson City."

Seeing the pure red envelope in the other party's hand, Roddy realized that this was probably not a trivial matter. The only one who sent the letter was Camilla, and using the red envelope that represented the most emergency situation must mean that she encountered a problem that she could not handle.

Roddy just glanced at the letter, and his brows frowned tightly.

His thumb joints, which were pinching the letter paper, turned white, which obviously showed that he was feeling uneasy at the moment. Sally came over to see it curiously, and was also shocked by the contents of the letter and covered his mouth - "This, is this true? That Tasman's..."

"I'll go back and deal with it immediately, don't let others know what happened." The flames at Roddy's fingertips burned the letter paper to ashes on the spot. This skillful magic control skill scared Sally, "This matter is very critical, and perhaps more things are involved."

Roddy held her hand and knew that the plan to stay for a few more days had failed. He was about to say something, but Sally patted him on the chest: "Go quickly! After the process is done, don't forget to come to me."

At this time, everything is unnecessary to answer, and Roddy said goodbye directly with a deep kiss. When he left, Sally, who was staying in the hall, finally sighed and looked extremely lonely.

*******

"Silvia! Welcome to Elson, which will be the greatest city of the High Elves in the future!"

Who said this? Ah... It was said by the senior who greeted him when he arrived here after graduating from his hometown college.

Senior...

Oh, and the mentor Kardga.

He was a mentor with a gentle smile on his face, and he sometimes spoke in a sensible way, but as the greatest arcane who invented the "energized crystal", his profound knowledge and powerful arcane level were always mountains he needed to look up to.

Sylvia felt that she had recalled many things, about Elson's various things, about her life here - she broke the potion bottle in the laboratory for the first time... She was confessed by a tall senior in the library...

The originally mottled and broken memories have been sequenced, and the peaceful days were suddenly broken by the war reports from afar - the arrival of "war" made the atmosphere in Elson City solemn, the news of "orcs", "demons", and "city fall" one after another, and then...

The enemy is coming.

Countless orcs attacked the city frantically, and the light of the floating tower continued to stop at night, but the enemy died one after another, as if they could never be killed...

Turing!

This name suddenly popped up in his mind, reminding Sylvia of the look of joy and fear on his face as Tutor Kadega looked at Turing's whispering city attack.

After that…

As if suddenly, the picture of memory changed color - the roaring orcs, the stiff humans, the infectious beasts surrounding them and the arcane cast in their hands mixed into a bright red picture. As scenes flashed quickly, Sylvia shouted "ah"-

So, she finally woke up from her sleep.

"Is this... a nightmare?"

It seemed as if the drowning person suddenly came ashore, and the suffocation still remained in his consciousness. Sylvia glanced around in a daze and found that this was the laboratory she usually managed in the Pashar Demon Tower.

"Huh... the orc hasn't been in yet."

She stroked her chest, muttered a few subconsciously, and then suddenly stopped - because she found that she didn't feel her heartbeat under her palm.
Chapter completed!