day of the holy spirit
"Yes, Your Majesty." Earl Boli replied without concealment, "It is indeed my proposition that the navy remain neutral."
At that time, the internal political situation of the Roland Empire was chaotic, with different heirs to the throne and various forces represented by their descendants competing with each other, and the capital of the empire was shrouded in terrifying plots and assassinations. Earl Boli believes that if the navy also joins in the political struggle, Rose Strait will lose its strength to hold on. Once the enemy attacks, the empire will fall into real danger of subjugation.
"It just backfired."
Although the imperial navy did not participate in the battle for succession to the throne, it gradually left the control of the royal government after the vote he advocated at the beginning. The Naval Military Council has been reduced to a group of maggots, and the navy, which has too much autonomy, is arrogant and has the tendency to disobey the imperial order. Earl Boli saw all this in his eyes, but it was difficult for him to reverse it by himself.
"Like hyenas that have tasted blood, it is difficult to make them give up the food in their mouths based on morality and mission alone." The young queen described it this way, "Only with bullets and flames can they be deterred. If your will to protect the empire is not Change, and I hope you will embrace the changes that are coming to the Navy."
Earl Bolly was silent for a moment.
An unprecedented queen in the empire is synonymous with turmoil and restlessness. He cannot easily put the last sea power of the empire in her hands—no one knows, whether she will be overthrown soon. Therefore, after the coronation of Adele Roland, although the empire had a clear monarch, Earl Boli still maintained a neutral attitude, did not participate too much in the political affairs of the empire, and only stuck to the Rose Strait.
The Queen didn't urge him, but just quietly waited for him to make a choice.
On one side is the decaying and out-of-control navy, and on the other side is the queen who has always held the royal power tightly through the turmoil.
"I need to see that you do have the bullets and fire to deter hyenas."
Finally, Earl Bolly replied.
The queen agreed.
"You did it."
Earl Boli looked at the queen sitting opposite with a somewhat complicated expression. To this day, Earl Bolly still feels admiration for everything that happened on the night of the Port Rose rebellion. The blood of the rebel nobles and the recovery of the Secret Fleet prove that the queen does indeed have the power to deter ravenous hyenas.
When the night of the Rebellion came to an end, Earl Bolly did not break his promise to offer his allegiance to the Queen.
—The time has come for the empire's fleet to return to the king's flag.
"You didn't break your promise." Adele smiled, and then said, "I invite you to come here today, in fact, I mainly want you to accept a person to officially enter the navy."
Earl Boli already had the answer in his heart.
Abigail put on a bright red navy uniform with gold epaulets on both shoulders, stepped on her combat boots and walked in, saluting the Queen and Earl Bolly respectively. Earl Bolly stood up and studied Abigail for a moment.
"The 'Nemesis' is one of the first royal warships of the Empire," said Earl Boly. "Your Majesty wishes that it will be able to show the splendor it should have in your hands."
Facing this legendary old general who had been guarding the empire for nearly a lifetime, even Abigail, the pirate leader, restrained his flirtatious spirit and became more serious. Although in essence she and other members of the Iron Cross Pirates belong directly to the Queen, after all, Earl Bolly is the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Navy, so she is still his subordinate in name.
"The most important motto of the Imperial Fleet is 'Glory'," Earl Bolly said solemnly and rigidly. Even though everyone knew that Abigail in front of him was reused by the queen, he was still not gentle, as strict as any ordinary soldier. Soldier, "Can you swear that you will defend the glory of the Empire with your life? Can you swear that you will be loyal, friendly, brave and tough?"
"I swear that I will protect the glory of the empire with my life." Abigail straightened up, "I swear that I will be loyal, friendly, brave and tenacious."
"Well then, welcome to the Imperial Navy."
Earl Bolly nodded and raised his hand to pat Abigail on the shoulder.
Abigail froze slightly.
It's not courteousness and preferential treatment for ladies. The hand extended by the rigid and serious old general standing in front of him has nothing to do with gender, without discrimination or preferential treatment, but the recognition and welcome of a new soldier who joined the fleet. In the action of the other party patting her on the shoulder, there was also a little hope from the elders.
She subconsciously looked at the Queen.
"I saw it at the tower that night," he said, "and you're doing well."
Hearing his rare compliment, Abigail raised her eyebrows, a little surprised. After all, the navy is the most repulsive to her female officer, and Earl Bolly seems to be the most serious and rigid soldier.
Adele looked at them with a smile, as if she had already expected Earl Boli's attitude. Seeing Abigail looking over, she lightly raised her glass and said with a smile: "Earl Boli is the most steadfast guard sword in the empire, Abigail."
He can stick to the port for the empire for a lifetime, stay away from power and interests for the empire, and give up prejudice for the empire.
In the previous life, in the "Night of the Fire Rose", some people in the imperial fleet betrayed, some surrendered, and some escaped. However, Earl Boli commanded the "Tulip" to fight to the death and die for the country.
After a pause, the queen said again:
"From now on, the throat and sharp sword of the empire will be in your hands."
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After Earl Bolly and Abigail left, Dalton turned in from the other side of the terrace.
He didn't know how long he stood there, and neither Abigail nor Earl Burley noticed his arrival. Leaning his back against the beam post, he hid in the shadows and quietly watched the queen sitting on the terrace.
In fact, when he was ordered to escort Cardinal Luvis to the Papal State, at first he had the idea that his feelings for the queen would naturally dissipate after leaving Roland. Time and distance will wear away the fascination with a person, but the fact is that in those days he always wondered what Her Majesty was doing at this time, who her magnificent eyes were looking at, and who surround her.
In the end, even a minute and a second of time became extremely tormented.
When returning, the speed can be called lightning, otherwise it would be difficult to arrive in time on the night of the mutiny in Rose Strait.
What a completely strange feeling, it seems that it can make people soft and fragile, and it seems that it can make people invincible.
Even the simplest gaze brings a sense of stability and joy.
Dalton watched for a long time, staring at the queen almost greedily, and noticed that when she smiled at Abigail and Earl Bolly and let them leave, there was a faint and hard-to-find exhaustion in her expression-she always concealed her exhaustion. Well, even the best actors are hard to beat.
People always only see her strong and determined appearance, but forget that her hands are actually thin wrist bones.
"I have received the letter from Cardinal Luvis. The Pope election will be held within a week." Hearing the sound of footsteps, Adele raised her eyes and was not surprised to see that it was Dalton. Inadvertently contributed to this, Dalton."
"So," Dalton sat down beside the queen, "what kind of reward do you want to give me?"
He was wearing a well-tailored black coat, with neat cuffs and neckline, and the usual flamboyance of nobles was rarely seen on him. He seemed too lazy to hide the cruelty of a battlefield machine in his bones. When walking towards the front, it is like a saber cutting through the air and noise, and it is incompatible with the beautiful and complicated palace.
"That depends on what you want."
the queen replied.
At the end of January, the winter is coming to an end, and the rose vines wrapped around the climbing frame of the terrace have begun to tentatively spit out new green shoots in the chilly wind. The shadow of the graceful vines fell on the queen's beautiful face, and her hair shimmered at the edges in the sun.
Dalton looked at her for a while, but did not directly answer the queen's words: "Congratulations, Rose Strait will become the fortress of the empire, and the navy will become your sharp edge on the sea. How time flies, Your Majesty."
There was a little exclamation in his tone.
From July last year to the present, many things have happened one after another in half a year, and the turmoil seems to never stop. And nine months ago, no matter who had told him that one day he would willingly live and die for someone, he would never have believed it. But looking back at that time now, Dalton felt that it had become extremely distant and blurred.
"I'm very happy that you took the gift I gave you." Dalton said, "I'm extremely grateful for my choice."
Fortunately, what he wanted to give her was a gun at that time. Fortunately, at that time, he specially asked someone to order the "little rose" suitable for the queen.
"Thank you for the gift, which has served its purpose," the Queen reminded him. "You haven't said what you hope for."
"A small request."
Dalton has a high nose bridge and sharp eyebrows, which often gives people a cruel and ruthless feeling, but when he focuses on a certain person, the overly deep eyebrows and eyes make him appear dangerous. Just like you know that it is a ferocious wolf, but that wolf is willing to crawl and lie beside you.
"One afternoon."
"Um?"
The queen didn't understand what he meant for a while, and looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows.
"Please take a good rest. There will always be fleets, new trade routes, and everything you hope to see will come true. But before that, you need to take a good rest, Your Majesty." Dalton held her A kiss fell on the pale and thin wrist.
It's as soft as kissing a rose that blooms in winter.
"Ms. Kelly is already very angry, because you haven't had a good rest for half a month. Do you really think you are a god? Or do you want the empire to lose its most precious treasure before it ushers in a new era? Dalton stood up, took off his coat, and put it on the Queen, "Please allow me to ask you for an afternoon, and in this afternoon, please don't worry and have a good rest."
"Whether it's me or the empire, I absolutely don't want to see you ignoring your own health."
"This afternoon, even if the sky falls and the earth shatters, I will block it for you."
Wearing a clean white shirt, he stood behind the Queen, leaning over and wrapping his arms around her gently.
"You wouldn't refuse such a small request, would you?"