In the Name of the Queen

The reward was in hand, heavy.

Roland was not in a hurry to go back and take Lisa to see the house, but went to find Earl Tyrone first.

He did not expect to be protected, but wanted to tell the truth as soon as possible.

Outsiders thought that this champion was chosen by the Queen, but only Roland knew that this champion was fought for by the Queen's good friend Sif.

He could argue that the transaction was urgent and he was forced, and any reason would be fine, and Sif would probably understand.

But he must tell her as soon as possible afterwards.

This is respect, she has the right to know.

Respecting others is respecting yourself.

If Sif knew that the essay champion was exchanged for money afterwards, she would definitely be unhappy.

Roland could not care about what the enemy thinks, but he must consider her mood.

They are friends.

The thick wall barrier is not always there. Aren't Xun Ge'er and Zhu also good friends? Bah, it's Tuzi brother.

Although Sif was even reluctant to take off the veil, her attitude towards him was indeed a friend.

When they discussed the plot of the novel in the study, they were just authors and readers.

Roland understood that he was a sentimental person and was not worried that Sif would be angry and retaliate, or even complain to the Queen.

Sif was not there, but the housekeeper had seen Roland and smiled and said:

"Mr. Roland, the young lady has a close relationship with His Majesty and often stays in the palace. She will not be back today. If you have something to do, please come early tomorrow."

The earl went into the palace to change clothes and became the queen. Why would he leave the palace again if there was nothing to do.

The housekeeper knew, but he didn't say it.

Roland hesitated for a moment and said softly: "This matter is very important. I will write a handwritten letter and ask you to help send it to the palace."

"Can't you wait for one night?"

The housekeeper frowned slightly, without directly refusing or agreeing.

"The earl can choose not to read it, but I must tell you today."

"It seems that this matter is indeed important, so let's talk about it in person."

Just as Roland insisted, a soft voice sounded from behind.

It was Sif herself.

Looking at Roland's straight back, Sif suddenly thought of teacher Margaret's recommendation, and her irritable mood calmed down a little.

Just an hour ago, teacher Walder was extremely angry at her.

The fierce words and impulsive tone were completely inconsistent with the name of a wise man.

The teacher fainted on the spot in anger. If the doctor hadn't been nearby, something might have happened.

Sif understood Walder's anger.

She was a little bit unambitious.

But she also had something to say.

Can Queen Sofia be provoked casually?

In the past ten years, there have been several queens in the world, but they all let their husbands become emperors and themselves become queens.

There were also those who didn't do so, and they all died.

What the teacher said was right. How could the queen of the Sussex Empire bow to the barbarians in the Land of Winter? But who can afford to provoke Sofia?

Thinking of being an enemy of such a female devil, Sif felt chilled.

Is this a question of whether you want to or not?

She actually thought that she didn't have the ability.

Now she has not officially ascended the throne yet, strictly speaking, she is not the empress yet, and Sophia will not bother with her for the time being.

When she officially ascends the throne, Sophia will definitely send a friendly handwritten letter, asking her if she has any plans to get married and let her husband act as the emperor.

If not, then she is the enemy.

Sif wants to be an emperor quietly, even if she is a mascot. She just doesn't want to die. Is this request too much?

The teacher feels wronged, and she is still wronged.

Who has ever understood her?

She was originally a leisurely and chic little princess in the earldom, but she was forced to be the empress, and she didn't even have a reliable helper. Is it easy for her?

While silently complaining, the words of teacher Margaret suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Roland has great potential. Maybe he is not conspicuous now, but he is definitely a rough diamond."

She didn't think so at the time.

Where do so many rough diamonds come from? All jade will only support a bunch of good-for-nothings.

But looking at Roland's straight back and his calm smile after turning around, she suddenly had a bold idea. Since Teacher Mary recommended him, why not give it a try?

Anyway, she had nothing to lose.

Teacher Margaret had seen many young nobles, but she had never seen her praise anyone. Maybe Roland was really outstanding?

With the beauty filter recommended by Teacher Mary, when Sif looked at Roland again, she suddenly found that this guy was handsome and attractive.

The stereotype brought by the reactionary book "Oh my God, the Queen is pregnant, who did it?" was also improved a lot.

Just when Sif's mind was fighting, Roland turned around and greeted Sif with the gentleman's etiquette he had just learned.

He was the champion of the essay contest and a guest of the Queen. It was reasonable for him to regard himself as a gentleman.

Looking at his polite appearance, Sif couldn't help but marvel in her heart.

No wonder Teacher Mary specifically recommended him. Roland is a guy who learns things really fast.

Roland didn't know that his impression of Sif had improved, and he was a little nervous.

After all, he won the championship in exchange for money.

Although he had his considerations, it was sold, and that was the fact.

How should he speak later?

Roland was entangled, and so was Sif.

She had never thought about how many opportunities she would have to meet Roland before, and she didn't even take off her mask. Although she had a good reason, it was indeed a bit rude.

It was a bit of a distance.

What if Roland believed in his heart that she was an arrogant noble?

How should he speak later?

Seeing Roland and Sif looking at each other in silence, the housekeeper couldn't help himself.

What do you two have to say? Come in and talk, are you standing here playing? There will be reporters eavesdropping outside the door later.

The mature and prudent housekeeper coughed and reminded: "Miss, it's cold outside, please invite the guests in for a cup of tea."

Sif woke up suddenly, pinched the corner of her skirt to return the greeting to Roland, and then made a gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Roland, my family has Marlan black tea specially supplied by the royal family, please have a cup of tea with me."

"It's my honor."

Roland stretched out his right hand, Sif was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that this was the hand-holding gesture popular among the upper nobles in the Plantagenet Dynasty.

Ladies often wear long skirts to attend dinners, which is inconvenient to walk, and considerate men will stretch out their right hands for ladies to hold.

Ladies who attend dinners all wear gloves, but they will not touch directly.

This etiquette quickly became popular because it expresses politeness and does not take advantage.

After the Plantagenet Dynasty was replaced by the Sussex Empire, this etiquette continued among the upper nobles until a later episode.

The tyrant nicknamed Blue Eyes cut off the hand of Duke Alphonse.

The reason was that Duke Alphonse offered the hand-holding gift to Blue Eyes' secret lover.

This serious violation of the rules of the game unsurprisingly triggered a civil war.

Blue Eyes' performance on the battlefield was very eye-catching, far from being worthy of his reputation for bloodlust and cruelty.

After the defeat, Blue Eyes himself was exiled, and his direct descendants were deprived of the right of inheritance, and Sif's ancestors inherited instead.

Perhaps because the throne was not obtained legitimately, Sif's ancestors had an ambiguous attitude towards the hand-holding gift that triggered the civil war in the empire.

This gentlemanly etiquette gradually faded into the long river of history.

Looking at Roland's right hand stretched out horizontally, Sif was stunned.

This secret was unknown to the public, but she was a member of the royal family, so she naturally knew it.

But how did Roland know? Could it be that he had an unknown background behind him?

She hesitated a little, whether to put her hand on it.

She did wear gloves, but the gloves with white gauze lace were so thin that they were almost not worn.

Putting it on like this felt like putting her hand directly into Roland's hands.

The hand that she subconsciously extended hung in the air, as if frozen.

At the moment she hesitated, Roland cursed herself in her heart.

He just learned something and showed it off, ugh.

Even if Sif treated him as a friend, the gap between the nobles and the common people still existed.

Sif would definitely not know this ancient etiquette that had long been lost.

In the simple Sussex, unmarried men and women rarely had close contact, so it was inappropriate for Sif to mistakenly think that he wanted to take advantage.

In a flash, Roland reacted and immediately retracted his hand.

In a flash, Sif also reacted and immediately extended her hand.

No matter how many twists and turns there are behind the hand-shaking ceremony, there is no problem with the etiquette itself.

Roland invited her in a gentlemanly manner, and it would be rude for her to refuse without reason.

This is not okay.

She is an elegant queen, a royal girl, and she cannot be rude in front of guests.

They acted at the same time in tacit understanding.

Roland retracted his hand, and Sif extended his hand.

The fingertips of the two seemed to touch in the air, and sparks were rubbed

Passing by fingers.

The old butler standing behind them looked up at the sky in silence.

This damn cloudy day is really annoying.

We are good in Sussex, except that there is too little bright sunshine.