A brief moment in the city of Oracle is a rare peaceful day for Rogue.

Now the overall situation of the Holy Alliance has been settled, and only the mess is left to clean up. Rogers let go of the affairs of the Principality of Alay to Adele and Charlie to manage, while he hid in the city of Oracle, which was full of glory and devoted himself to practicing magic.

Of course, his cultivation career is not boring, and it can even make most men envious, and this has been even more so in recent days.

In the early morning sun, Roger came down from the bed with a satisfied smile, took a hand towel and wiped the sweat beads on his head, and then put on a robe.

Amidst her low moans, Effier climbed off the bed with difficulty. Just as she was about to pick up her clothes, Roger took her over and kissed her a few times.

Effier smiled slightly, pushed Roger away, and said, "It's getting late, I still have to go and tidy up the room!"

Roger smiled and said, "Can you tidy up now? Take a rest for a while! Well, you have good martial arts skills. Don't be a maid in the future, just be my personal guard!"

Effier shook his head and said, "The maid is the maid. Even if I accompany you to the chang, I am still a maid. I have to do my duty well."

She struggled to put on her clothes, cleaned her sweaty blonde hair, and walked out the door.

"Effier, you..."

"I'm fine."

The elf girl replied crisply: "I am willing to accompany you, but you cannot be unfair about it." After that, she went out.

Roger had a strange face, and opened his mouth, unable to speak for a moment.

Puchi! Aisirot, who had been sitting quietly in a corner of the room, laughed out loud. Roger stared at the little ice man hatefully, and was helpless to her.

In fact, in terms of appearance, Effier is far from being better than Fengdie, and Androni, these peerless beauties, have ordinary martial arts and no outstanding talents. If it is said that charming and confusing all living beings, it cannot be compared with Froya. But she always has a special feeling, a feeling that makes Rogue's heart move and indescribable. While Rogue has been practicing magic for a few days, he always involuntarily goes to find Effier.

Is it for the elf girl's clear eyes or because of her neat personality? Roger himself doesn't know the answer.

The elf girl was very straightforward in her work, not at all dragging her back, but she was almost stubborn. Since Effier had a great time to join Roger that night, after that, Roger had any requests, she would immediately put down what she was doing. Effier on the bed was extremely wild, even wild to surprise Roger. She was not like an elf girl who had just tried this, and she did not have the shyness that the elf should have.

When the storm passes, tired girls will need the comfort or tenderness of their lovers. But this also does not apply to this alternative elf girl. Except for the first time, after a long rest, Effie and Roger will immediately dress up neatly and do their maid job regardless of their physical fatigue. Every time Roger wants to bring Effie with her, she refuses it, and even the request to ask her to rest for a while will be simply rejected.

Roger could not do this stubborn elf girl. All he could do was to be gentle when intimate.

In addition to his first time with Effier in the bathroom, every time they were intimate since then, Effier Aiselot would watch quietly from the side, which fully satisfied her curiosity. Whenever Roger's kindness was interrupted by Effier, the little Iceman could easily laugh. Although the fat man was depressed by the elf girl, the task on the Iceman also became much easier, which was considered to be both gains and losses.

Roger repeatedly thought about why Effie was so happy to pass away. The elves guardians were willing to do so because of Roger's identity as a god envoy, because they regarded this as dedication and sacrifice to Hilo. Androni and Froya, one was that their special relationship was used despicable and shamelessly by Roger, and the other was because of Roger's growing strength and power. Most of the marriages between the great nobles were the product of interests and politics. With the current status of the fat man, even if he married Froya, who had never lost his country, it would not be considered as a disgrace to her identity. So what about Feng Die? Feng Die was following him for revenge. In her heart, there was probably nothing else except hatred. Amy would love Roger that day, because he was far beyond the demeanor, experience and strength of the young Druid in the village.

Standing in front of the study window, Roger looked silently at the valley that was not as beautiful as the world.

On the other side of the mountain, there are large areas of his land, millions of people under his rule, nearly ten thousand elite warriors, and nearly 100,000 troops who are quickly training equipment! And this beautiful city of elf, the city of oracles that holds the hopes of countless elves, has become a terrifying war fortress, and various magical equipment with great lethality are constantly being created from the hands of elf craftsmen. More than 10,000 elves will become brave warriors, vicious killers, or conquer the enemy with their own appearance when they need it.

When he fled from the south, Roger was just a inferior nobleman. Now, he has ascended the reverent position of the Grand Duke. In a short time, he will go to the imperial capital to accept the canonization and become the prince of the Aslofik Empire, one of the three empires.

In terms of the strong, Roger has the Fengyue and Death Class in the Holy Realm, as well as Androni who has already wandered on the edge of the Holy Realm, and the mysterious Elder Sius. Such a lineup is enough to compete with a great power. Roger himself can be called a magician killer. His spiritual impact, magic instants, curse-bound purgatory in another world, and special physique are all nemesis of other magicians.

With a huge power, honorable status and strong personal strength, even if he is just a fat man with an ordinary appearance, it is enough to make most beauties moved, right? Roger smiled slightly.

But Effier's clear eyes could not see the power magic at all. In her glass-like pupils, Roger only saw himself. The reason why the elf girl did this was just because of him, because he was Roger. Perhaps what he felt from Effier was because of this.

Roger couldn't help but smile bitterly. If the halos on her body were removed, what else would she have? Any elf man might be seven or eight times more handsome than a fat man. Could she still like her viciousness and insidiousness? Can she also be the path behind her with blood and corpses?

Roger stood with his hands behind his back and quietly looked at the scenery outside the window. For a moment, the mountains, rivers and things in his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood, as thick as the road he had walked and was about to embark on.

In this cruel world, just as appearance and figure are the criteria for evaluating women, power and strength are the medals that men claim to be. What people see is only the glory of medals, and no one will pay attention to what is hidden behind medals.

Roger took a deep breath and expelled all the distracting thoughts from his mind. In a few years, he would be thirty years old. Roger knew that although he was so glorious at the moment, it was hard to say whether he could see the thirty-year-old sky in this world.

In the fat man's heart, he has always judged heroes by success or failure. He only has the result, no matter the process. If the result is not satisfactory, what's the point of the process?

After walking through countless bloody storms, Roger knew that he could not find any excuses for his failure. He had already removed the words "hope" and "tomorrow" from his dictionary. Roger was unwilling to let his will be weak and shaken. Although Rodriguez's inheritance brought him strong strength, God knows when the arbitrator of the Church of Light will appear before him. He did not want things to come, so he regretted that he did not work hard to prepare for war.

Just as Roger was thinking about it, the door opened and Froya, who was holding a lot of documents in her arms, walked in.

"Fatty, why are you stunned?" Froya threw the pile of documents on the table.

Looking at Roger's nightgown, she snorted and asked in a strange tone: "Is that elf so interesting? You're almost fascinated when you have time these days."

Roger walked over and smiled, "Effie's really interesting. What are these documents?"

"There are reports sent by the Principality of Ale. Humph, your subordinates are not very capable, but everyone is quite able to write reports. You can write ten pages of things that can be explained in one sentence. I will sort them out for you and just look at the top three."

Roger picked up the top three reports and read them carefully.

First, there was a report written by Charlie. After nearly months of war, he had swept away the large-scale resistance troops in Latvia. All towns have been included in the rule of the Principal of Are. What we need to do next is to transfer new troops from the Principal of Are to replace these long-standing troops and serve as occupying forces.

However, there was not a sing and dancing in Latvia. Charlie's recent victory was to eliminate more than 5,000 remnants of Latvian troops, and as a result, only a few hundred prisoners were captured, most of whom were seriously injured. Many times, the surrounded Latvian soldiers fought to the last one. Charlie was worried that for a long time, the Principality would have to maintain a large number of troops in the newly occupied territory to deal with the resistance forces that would definitely appear. According to Charlie's preliminary estimate, the occupation of the army would require at least 50,000, and 10,000 elite mobile troops. This would definitely be a heavy burden on the national strength of the Principality of Are.

Charlie also mentioned that there is a great shortage of qualified middle and lower-level officers. Cultivating middle and lower-level officers is nothing more than two methods of fighting and military academy. He suggested that counting methods be carried out in parallel. On the one hand, setting up a military academy dedicated to training lower-level officers in the public, and on the other hand, a group of loyal and brave officers were selected to be sent to the Aslofik Empire for training.

The second document was sent by Adeer. After plundering the royal family of Latvia, Adeer's nearly collapsed national strength finally got a breather. After preliminary statistics on the treasury of the Latvian Kingdom, Adeer estimated that Adeer could make Adeer's huge war machine run for at least another year. The crazy woman immediately formulated a new military plan and prepared to arm Adeer's 100,000 troops to the teeth. However, Adeer, who has a strong desire for power, does have a long-term vision in some aspects. She proposed a huge military improvement plan and prepared to allocate a large amount of money to establish the Principal State Alchemy Laboratory to trial the new type of magic equipment and war machinery on a large scale.

Roger's eyelids twitched, and the lines of big words in the Principal State Alchemy Laboratory were very exciting to him. He couldn't help but miss the happy time he had at the God of War Hammer that day. If this laboratory could be hosted by Fis, the great alchemist, under Adeer's squeeze, he would not know how many strange things he would have developed.

The last letter was the report of General Horn who surrendered. This new intelligence network established by the treacherous fox is now in its infancy, but it has cost a lot of money. As for the remaining intelligence network, Horn is mainly used to support the activities of the resisting organization. The old fox's plan is to first allow the resistance organization to accumulate small victories, and wait until they develop to a certain scale, and then induce them to gather all the resisters scattered everywhere, either lightly or invisibly, and then give a devastating blow. Although this cannot guarantee the complete elimination of the resistance movement, it will definitely damage their vitality and cannot resume large-scale activities within ten or eight years. With this time, Horn believes that Roger's rule in Latvia must be indestructible.

Roger put down three reports and began to ponder.

Charlie was determined to fight back to the south, but he knew that Roger would not be able to rebel against the Aslofik Empire at least in the past few years. However, he was still focused on training troops. In addition to suppressing possible resistance from the occupied areas, he also wanted to play more roles in the future when the imperial army was in the south.

Horn's plan is vicious. It is very feasible to fatten the pig first and then kill it with one knife.

But Adeer's plan seems to be too ambitious. Fortunately, the Aslofik Empire is still martial and any duke has an army of tens of thousands. If it is in the two empires in the south, just Roger's expansion of the army will be enough to cause a catastrophe.

Roger was not interested in reading other reports. Since Froya thought it was not important, it was really nothing important. Although this little fairy was weird, she would never be confused about these big things.

A piercing pain suddenly came from Roger's weakness on his lower back, pulling him back to reality from his contemplation.

The fat man was so painful that he took a breath of cold air. When he turned around, he saw a small electric fire still jumping freely on Fuluya's fingertips. Her green eyes were full of smiles, and the rippling eyes almost completely submerged the fat man.

"Fatty, are your broken reports so beautiful? After so long, I didn't even look at me directly?"

Roger smiled and reached out to bring Fuluya over, looking carefully at the twin woven Biquan, which was as deep as a cold pond. A raging fire ignited in Fuluya's eyes and stared back without showing any weakness. Her overly full chest pressed heavily on Roger's chest, making Roger unable to help but feel panic.

"Are you playing with fire? Be careful not to burn yourself!" Roger frowned.

"I'm going to play with fire! What can you do to me?" The little fairy began to provoke.

Roger picked her up, strode into the bedroom, threw her hard onto the bed, and then said, "What are you doing? That's it!"

Two thick lightnings suddenly lit up, and still in the air, a lightning flashed in each of Froya's hands and slashed towards Roger!

The fat man was caught off guard and was hit hard by lightning, and fell down under the entanglement of small electric fire.

Fuluya instantly activated her magic protection and flew up, ready to escape, but a black flame wall suddenly appeared at the door, blocking her.

Fuluya let out a low voice, waved her backhand, and several free blue electric balls flew behind her. She added another fire shield to herself. Now she is almost immune to fire damage and is about to break through the flame wall.

Hundreds of silver silk threads suddenly appeared around Froya, and suddenly wrapped around her shield, and they were strangled down hard! In a blink of an eye, the two outermost magical protections could not resist, and burst into a gorgeous magical fireworks.

Froya was panicked. Before she could recite the next spell, Roger's low voice suddenly rang in her ear: "Your Highness, go to the bed obediently!" A powerful force came from Froya's waist. Amid the screams, the little fairy was finally thrown heavily on the bed.

Roger smiled and began to untidy, but the shiny silver light in his eyes did not weaken at all. This little fairy had too many tricks, not to mention that she was a magic weapon, even if she was naked, it was extremely dangerous.

"Wait a minute!" Fuluya said in a panic, "Fatty! Are you going to come here really, are you?"

"What do you think?" Roger replied coldly, his hands moving non-stop.

"Okay... come on!" Froya lay down with her fate, pulling her face over the quilt and covering her face, but her exposed shoulders were swaying slightly, as if she was sobbing quietly.

Roger gently lifted the quilt.

Froya's eyes were closed, and two tears were flowing down her cheeks.

Roger hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you remember what happened that day again?"

Froya's body trembled for a moment, nodded slowly, and whispered: "Don't bother me. Come on! Anyway, you only need people, don't be careful."

Roger smiled, gently wiped away Froya's tears, and said, "Okay, let you go this time. But, I won't be so polite next time!"

"Really?" Froya opened her eyes, and tears were still hanging on the corners of her eyes, but there was a smile in her green eyes!

Roger cried out inwardly, and before he could react, he was firmly sealed inside by a piece of blue ice.

The little fairy escaped from the room like a gust of wind, and a crisp laugh came from afar.

With a bang, the ice that trapped Rog suddenly exploded. He stood up as if nothing had happened, looked at the direction where Furoya escaped, and laughed softly: "I actually let you cheat again..."

In the long corridor of the Hall of Gods, Effier was walking away holding a large red porcelain vase.

"Wait!" The sudden scream behind Effier's hands trembled and she almost threw the vase down.

The elf girl turned around and saw Froya standing behind her. The little fairy stood casually, with countless charms. Her green eyes were carefully observing Effier from top to bottom, and Effier was also observing her.

"Are you Effier?"

"Yes."

"you……"

"I'm not pretty, my figure is average, my martial arts are very poor, my identity is just a maid, and I'm straightforward and have an unlovely personality. Miss Froya, what else do you want to know?"

The elf girl's simply surprised Froya. She finally came to her senses and said, "But Rog..."
Chapter completed!