In the Name of the Queen

Even if a hundred years have passed, people will still remember the Glory Day celebration in 1791 of the Magical New Calendar.

It was the long-lost warm winter in Sussex, and the warm sunshine filled the earth.

Everyone in Sussex who attended the celebrations will remember the day with joy.

The focus of their conversation was the majestic and beautiful Her Majesty the Queen.

They automatically forgot that the host had said that the actor was Sif, Earl of Tyrone.

They want a queen, not a count.

Some people were happy while others were sad. On the night of the celebration, at the Vladimir Empire Embassy, ​​someone was so angry that he broke three vases.

But there are many people who are more worried than her.

Such as Mr. Finlay.

After the celebration, Mr. Finley, who was the second runner-up, refused the celebration dinner and went home directly because "although the pastor said I was fine, I just felt uncomfortable."

He locked himself in a small dark room and drank glass after glass of strong alcohol in an attempt to numb himself.

He succeeded.

This night, he was both numb and drunk.

How much he wanted to defend his family's honor and restore the glory of his ancestors, but now he was so disappointed.

The chance of winning through upright means and getting a promotion spot is gone.

He can no longer be promoted

No, he still has a chance!

Finley's eyes sparkled with a fiery light.

There is no way to take the normal road, there must be a small trail leading to the destination.

As long as he kills Roland, he still has a chance.

But killing Roland is certainly not easy, but dealing with the aftermath is even harder.

Roland is the Queen's number one favorite, and doing something to him will make the Queen furious.

Even yesterday, he wouldn't have cared too much about the Queen who was not yet in charge and was like a puppet, but now he was a little afraid.

The Queen's appeal is too strong now.

The shouts of "champion" like a tsunami are the surging public opinion.

Although Finley didn't take ordinary people seriously, the combined presence of thousands of ordinary people still made him feel palpitating.

It was these ordinary citizens who made him lose the championship. Naturally, he did not dare to ignore the power of ordinary people.

Even cabinet ministers have to be wary of this power.

How could he have a chance?

Unless he wants to drag his family along with him.

Want to give up?

Finley gritted his teeth and trembled all over.

He is not willing to give in.

Family is important, but does it still mean anything to him without his family?

Hatred and jealousy made Finley's face extremely distorted.

Just when he was bitten by negative emotions and his mentality was about to explode, the butler's voice sounded outside the door.

"Sir, we have a guest from Fort St. Rurik asking to see you."

"No! Wait, St. Rurik Castle?"

Finlay was alert.

His eyes were empty, and after a long time he said slowly: "Please wait a moment, distinguished guest, I will be there soon."

He had no right to refuse, he was already in too deep.

Ever since he started working with the Ruriks, there was no turning back.

He could only comfort himself by deceiving himself. Although Queen Sylph was popular among the people, she was still nothing in front of Queen Sophia.

Once on the pirate ship, there is no turning back.

Since you have embarked on the road of betraying your country and seeking glory, then simply go to the dark side.

At the end of the night of the celebration, many people opened champagne, but the happiest people were not even Roland and Sif. They were just proud but not carried away. However, in the president's office on the top floor of the Sun News headquarters, there were people who were as happy as children.

The most maverick of the Plantagenet family, Mr. Rupert, known as the media tycoon and playboy, danced around the office and even opened champagne, which was extremely rare.

The blood in the Queen's body was awakening, he was very sure.

Perhaps Sylph has not yet realized the historical mission she has shouldered, but the gears of history have begun to turn and it is impossible to stop.

The curtain opens and it's time for the actors to appear.

The Plantagenets have a place in the Pure Land alluded to by the prophecies.

The prerequisite for having this status is to follow the returning Elf Queen.

The editors of The Sun looked at each other in awe as they listened to the excited roar coming from upstairs.

They couldn't figure out what the president was thinking.

Is it hyping up the Queen's scandal or doing positive publicity?

Fortunately, Duke's editor-in-chief was well-informed and made a decision quickly.

Worked overtime all night, arranging two editions.

One version is open for blowing, and the other version is black.

Let’s wait until the CEO wakes up and reports to him the next day!

No matter what decision the president makes, the responsibility does not lie with the editorial department.

Of course, the people who carnival are indispensable include the champion group themselves.

In the name of strict economy, the palace dinner was very simple, just entertaining foreign envoys, officials responsible for organizing the celebration and some representatives of the participants.

The Queen gently praised the Minister of Culture and Education for doing things properly and for being a capable minister.

The Minister of Culture and Education silently accepted the praise, but there was a bit of desolation on his face when he lowered his head.

This is not the result he wants.

Her Majesty the Queen has gone further and further down the road of nepotism and there is no way back.

Those of them who were loyal ministers saw that Roland, a pretty boy, was getting more and more powerful and famous, and they didn't even know who to talk to about their worries.

Of course the Queen is good, but what will happen in the future under the influence of Roland, the jester?

The Minister of Culture and Education was very anxious.

No one cared how anxious the Minister of Culture and Education was, at least not Roland.

After the dinner at the palace, the group moved to the Earl's Palace and officially opened champagne to celebrate.

This bottle of champagne has been around for a long time.

Sif invited Teacher Wald, but the old man declined on the grounds that he did not want to disturb the gathering of young people.

Sif was a little puzzled. The teacher would never use this excuse to reject her, let alone say things that would affect young people's gatherings.

What's going on here?

In any case, she was relieved that the teacher was not coming.

With both parents gone, Teacher Wald is the only elder who needs to be respected.

It would be boring to be cautious on such a festive occasion.

Roland and Lisa naturally would not refuse the invitation, but another guest, Alina, did not come.

She did not even attend today's celebration performance, but was replaced by embassy staff.

Just when Sif was wondering why Alina didn't come, the housekeeper from Alina's house came to visit and handed over a handwritten letter.

She had something urgent to go to Port Duval in the south and had not been in the imperial capital in the past few days.

It seems like something is really going on.

Maybe something happened in Jin Yuan's country, otherwise he wouldn't even attend the celebration.

A diplomat with a good background like Alina would normally not do such a rude thing.

She was probably really in trouble.

Although I was vaguely worried about Alina, tonight was a time to celebrate, so I had to temporarily put aside my worries about her and pop open the champagne.

Lisa participated in the celebration with all members of the Knights in the VIP seat, and she watched the entire celebration performance.

There is only envy except envy.

Putting on a beautiful evening dress, she once thought she was a princess.

Now she realizes how wrong she was.

Sif is just a girl from a branch of the royal family, and her elegance and calmness are beyond her imagination.

An ugly duckling will always be an ugly duckling, and that won't change even if it's covered in velvet.

Although she was disappointed, Lisa adjusted fairly quickly and quickly accepted the reality.

She was not meant to be compared to the royal white rose.

Compared with ordinary girls, she is already good enough.

She picked up the wine glass and wanted to congratulate Roland for winning, but she could only watch silently as Sif and Roland softly discussed interesting things during the performance.

The story is interesting.

But it has nothing to do with her.

Because she wasn't there.

She originally thought that Roland had no lines from beginning to end and had nothing to say, but she was wrong.

When a man wants something to say, he is more talkative than an orator.

Roland commented on the performance of other players.

Roland Rui criticized Finley's script for losing points.

Roland tenderly recalled Sif's melodious singing voice.

His voice was as soft as an autumn leaf, falling on the lake of my heart and causing ripples.

Sif held her chin in her left hand and held the crystal goblet in her right hand. She didn't take a few sips of wine, but her cheeks had already turned crimson.

She forgot when the shaking goblet was empty, and she forgot to refill the glass of victory champagne.

Joy is not in the wine glass, it flows in the dimples.

Roland's sincere voice seemed to have a special magic that was more intoxicating than wine.

Sif's peripheral vision inadvertently saw Lisa's hand frozen in the air and the slightly trembling wine glass. She calmly raised her arms and cut off Roland's words when he paused.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just went on stage to sing a few songs. Let's raise a toast to Roland's wonderful plan."

She hinted to Roland with her eyes, stop bragging, there are outsiders here.

Roland quickly poured wine for himself and Sif, then raised his glass.

"Sister, let me toast you."

"I, I have nothing to respect." Lisa lowered her head slightly, with some loss in her voice.

"Of course thank you, you are my only relative." Roland said seriously.

From writing the script to performing, Lisa really had nothing to do.

Perfunctorily saying that Lisa is also the hero behind the scenes will only make her feel more uncomfortable.

It's better to get close to each other.

Hearing Roland's words, Sif also raised her glass, "Miss Lisa, without your careful care and help sharing the work of the knights, Roland and I would not have time to rehearse, and it would be difficult to win the championship."

"This champion deserves one-third of the credit."

"Let us drink to the championship we strive for together!"

Teacher Wald said that the winner should be open-minded.

Humility after victory will not only not reduce the value of the championship, but will also win the favor of neutrals.

Sif thought to herself that Lisa would be very happy if she gave one-third of the credit.

Yes, Lisa was very happy, and her heart almost burst with anger.

There is nothing wrong with Sif's words being taken as an official statement.

But it shouldn't be said here, or to her.

A champion who has nothing to do with her gives her one-third. What is this, a charity?

Even if Sif is a member of the royal family and a distinguished earl, he cannot mock her like this.

Lisa raised her wine glass and looked up at Sif. When she was about to think of a way to respond, she saw that Sif's eyes were as clear as a clear spring, without any impurities.

She froze.

Maybe it's because there are too many plastic sisters around her, and she's used to seeing intrigues in person and behind the scenes. She has never seen a simple guy like Sif.

A little anger is like a ball of fire, drowning in a clear spring.

No matter how clever Sif is, Lisa can deal with it seriously. She has seen too many girls fighting overtly and secretly, and she is very familiar with it.

But facing Sif, who had no scheming at all, she was helpless and could only raise her glass and drown her disappointment in a smile.

The small celebration party lasted until late.

Sif warmly invited them to stay overnight, but Lisa insisted on going home. In the end, she had to ask the driver to make a hard trip to send them back.

On the way home, Roland lowered his head and said nothing.

Lisa looked at Roland with her peripheral vision and saw that he was motionless. She thought he was angry and said quietly:

"Roland, I, I didn't mean it, it's just that I feel uncomfortable living in the Earl's Mansion. Although her family's conditions are far better than ours, I still want to go home."

Seeing that Roland still didn't speak, Lisa felt disappointed and whispered, "Alas, I know what you are thinking. Don't worry, I will definitely support you. Who makes you my good brother."

"Roland, your performance today is really shocking"

"Roland, didn't you see Finley's face after his failure, he was as pale as a dead man"

"Roland, and the Vladimir Empire envoys have been getting cold every once in a while. They are having a hard time today."

"Roland, hey, Roland, talk!"

Lisa pushed Roland angrily and was shocked to find that he was drunk.

"Really, you don't have to drink so much even if you are happy."

Roland, champagne is not a strong liquor, can you get drunk with two or three bottles?

Maybe it's not the wine that makes people drunk, but the people who make themselves drunk.

Seeing that Roland was feeling a little uncomfortable with his head drooping, Lisa laid him flat, letting him lie on her soft thighs at ease, and helped him comb his messy hair.

The pale moonlight sprinkled into the car through the window, making the car a little brighter.

Under the dim moonlight, Roland's face seemed to be far away in the sky and could not be seen clearly.

Lisa and Roland lived together day and night, and his appearance had long been remembered in the depths of her soul.

But she could not understand Roland more and more.

Maybe it won't be long before she will fall far away in an unknown corner and will never see this neighbor and relative who grew up with her.

No, absolutely not!

Lisa's eyes were dancing with flames, and she was suddenly full of fighting spirit.

If a pampered aristocratic girl like Sif could grow up, how could she be willing to stay where she was.

Breaking through the extraordinary gave her the qualifications to pursue, and she would never give up.

Lisa reached out and stroked Roland's cheek with a gentle smile.

She murmured Roland's name and told about the busyness of these days when Roland was away.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since Roland last slept soundly on her lap.

Perhaps they were too familiar with each other, and many memories were gradually blurring out.

Just like she couldn't remember how much Roland could drink.

Roland was certainly not drunk.

He had too many secrets, and getting drunk was a luxury beyond his ability to bear.

He didn't want to get drunk and say a secret that was fatal.

He wouldn't get drunk unless he wanted to take the opportunity of being drunk to say some "drunk talk".

He had originally thought so.

When his sister carried him back, he could pretend to recognize the wrong person and drunkenly call Sif's name to end the game.

It just hurt.

But when Lisa touched his cheek, he hesitated.

I don't know when Lisa changed from a familiar neighbor sister with no secrets to a big sister full of feminine charm.

If it was based on the principle of first come, he couldn't tell who touched his heart first between Lisa and Sif.

No matter what choice he makes, it's like cutting off a part of his heart with a knife.

What should he do?