In the Name of Empress-Chapter 529 - 331: Your Country Did It Too_3

Sif was just about to ask her secretary to see the guest out—at such a time, what mysterious guest was worth her meeting in person?

But she quickly thought of a name and instantly changed her mind.

Red-haired traveler? Nonsense, it’s clearly the red-haired pirate.

Since the distinguished guest sought Sif, Alina couldn’t stay much longer and found an excuse to leave quickly.

The Sussex Navy is the best in the world; naturally, the red-haired pirate came to join Sif.

It’s a pity they’re not the land’s heroes, Alina felt slightly regretful.

Allies are something you can never truly own.

During the war, they were allies, but what about after? Ocean nations and land nations are always different.

They will still have conflicts, have competition.

The Soul Blood Link prevents them from fighting to the death, but they still need to determine superiority.

The person Alina most doesn’t want to lose to is Sofia because a loss could mean death; the second person is Sif, as losing to her would be as painful as death.

After Alina left, Sif’s mood improved significantly.

Considering the guest’s identity, Sif even changed into a refined navy uniform, preparing to discuss navy and ocean with the old sea dog waiting in the reception room.

Since Sif changed, Roland dared not show weakness either; he too donned a fine navy general’s uniform, standing beside Sif with a somewhat couple-like appearance.

As the two walked into the reception room with solemn expressions, a fair-skinned, handsome guest in formal dress was sitting there drinking tea.

This guest was well-maintained, showing no signs of long-term life at sea.

No skin wrinkled by sea breezes, no face darkened by waves—the distinguished guest looked about twenty-five, but according to Alina’s intelligence, the true age of this red-haired pirate...

Wait a minute, who is this? He’s not the red-haired pirate!

Roland watched the guest with caution, exchanging a glance with Sif, both somewhat puzzled.

"Esteemed guest, I am the Sussex Empire’s Empress Sylph York, and this is our Caesar Roland. May I ask who you are..."

"You can call me Catania, or by my other name, Catherine."

Roland: "..."

Sif: "..."

After a long, slightly awkward silence, Sif couldn’t help but remark, "Mr. Catania, excuse me for being blunt, but I have the Divine Artifact Magic Mirror, and it tells me you’re a beautiful woman, yet..."

"Yet I’m a man?"

Catania burst into hearty laughter, then collected himself and said seriously:

"Compared to our potential collaboration, is my gender really that important?"

Sif chuckled, ending the subject. Indeed, fixating on someone’s gender is unnecessary; perhaps, gender constraints aren’t as rigid on the New Continent.

In short, "You mentioned... cooperation?"

"Yes, I believe your intelligence agency surely knows my true capabilities."

Catania spoke with confidence, using respectful language yet naturally placing himself on an equal footing for collaboration.

Sif frowned slightly, speaking softly, "A distinguished guest from afar, I don’t want to disappoint you. Tell me your proposal."

While speaking, Sif discreetly activated the Insight Skill.

However, Insight wasn’t omnipotent; at least this time it didn’t work. She saw Catania slowly raise his hand to cover his face, subtly reminding her not to use Insight.

Without hesitation, Sif withdrew the Insight, calmly sipping her tea as if nothing happened.

If she insisted on using the Insight Skill, she could perhaps see through Catania, but at the cost of ruining the cooperation.

No strong individual likes being spied on, and Catania was no exception.

Sif remained silent, her gaze steady on the red-haired male pirate.

He indeed had the qualifications to discuss cooperation, and even possessed approximately equal status, but he must understand who is the Empress of the world’s strongest nation.

If positions are not correctly placed, so-called cooperation is a joke.

Catania carefully revealed his intentions.

He wanted to become the ruler of the New Continent, and in return, he would firmly side with Sif in the upcoming decisive battle.

As soon as his terms were mentioned, Sif stood up and calmly said, "Mr. Catania, please leave."

"Oh?" Unmoved by the eviction notice, Catania leisurely continued drinking tea from his chair.

Roland knew it was time for him to act; since Sif was the bad cop, naturally, he had to be the good cop.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Catania, excuse me for being blunt, but you don’t understand our country. The ocean strategy is a fundamental national policy, and anyone who gives up the sea will be nailed to the historical pillar of shame."

"The New Continent’s size is no smaller than the Rodinia Continent. Though it is temporarily underdeveloped, it is rich in resources. Wanting to claim an entire continent—you’re being, excuse me again, too arrogant."

"Arrogant?" Catania smirked, closing his eyes before opening them suddenly.

When closed, he had two eyes, but upon opening, they merged into one slightly protruding eye with an extended field of view.

Roland and Sif’s expressions shifted subtly, momentarily unsure of what to say.

"Would Plaiden of the Celestial Eye Clan have the qualification to speak with you on equal terms and take the territory desired as a reward for mutual benefit?"

Roland and Sif exchanged a glance, seeing the astonishment in each other’s eyes.

Of course, they knew the name Plaiden.

It was mentioned by those Sea Demons during their visit to the Undersea City.