In the Name of the Queen

The mist was curling, and the rich tea aroma was blowing in the face.

Perhaps it was because of the awkward cooperation just now, Roland and Sif didn't speak, but just drank tea silently.

Under the sunset of late autumn, warm black tea can not only dispel the chill of autumn, but also gradually make the embarrassment disappear.

The maid poured the tea, and when Sif waved her hand, she asked Roland if he had any requests. After getting the answer, she bowed and left.

The servant knows the master. The beautiful and generous maid and the puppet maid in Alina's mansion are simply two extremes.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Sif's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she said softly:

"Roland, there is a painting on the wall behind you, what do you think of the painting?"

This was obviously a conversation. Roland knew that Sif was trying to ease the atmosphere, so he turned around and looked at the painting.

Roland was stunned after just one look. The girl in the painting was beautiful, but this was not the key point. The key point was that the girl in the painting was at least 80% similar to the elf he met in his dream.

Although she does not have the characteristics of the elves, such as the pointed and slender long ears, her milky and silky skin and the elegant and peaceful forest atmosphere are very similar.

Her face is almost the same as that of the elf girl.

If there is such a girl in reality, she will definitely be a beauty that can cause war between two countries and be the most beautiful in the world.

"This girl is so beautiful that it cannot be described in words. Fortunately, she is just a person in the painting."

"What do you mean?" Sif raised her eyebrows and asked softly.

"If there is such a beautiful girl in reality, she must be a disaster to all living beings."

Sif murmured slowly: "Disaster to all living beings? Your words are still so vivid. You are right. It is not a good thing to be too beautiful without sufficient strength."

After thinking for a moment, she slowly said: "Turn around."

Roland turned around obediently.

Then he saw the person in the painting sitting opposite him.

The world lost its color.

All the colors and light condensed on Sif's face.

Roland's heart stopped beating.

He almost stood up and asked if the elf in the dream was you?

But he held back.

A closer look at the faces is different, and the temperament is even more different.

Compared with the innocent and simple spirit girl, Sif's clear eyes carry a subtle but distressing sadness.

It's not the bored sadness of a young girl lamenting the petals falling all over the ground, but the sadness of encountering a difficult problem that cannot be solved.

She has something on her mind.

Roland was just a little bit away from unilaterally announcing that he was no longer single, but his mind was still clear.

Men all like beautiful eighteen-year-old girls.

But a wise man would not be so simple as to marry someone for appearance.

The mist of tea just happened to float in front of him, and the beautiful face was blurred in the mist.

The mist was blown by a breeze and looked like a river.

Charlotte, who liked the earl's daughter, was still lying under the Tamas River, accompanying the fish every day.

Wake up.

The tea mist in front of him was a thick barrier.

The elves in the dream walked into the painting, and then floated from the painting into reality.

But it was all fake.

The real world was still black, white and gray, and Sif's light hurt his eyes. But he soon calmed down, even a little disappointed.

This world is not perfect after all.

People always criticize the 99-point contestant for not getting full marks, and Roland's disappointment is the same.

Sif was not surprised by the gaze of seeing her true face for the first time.

She always wears a mask or veil, not arrogant, but just finds it troublesome.

However, Roland's subsequent change of eyes surprised her a little.

Roland's expression was not greedy, not surprised, and not ashamed of his humbleness, but only disappointed.

Disappointed?

The temperature of Sif's cheeks rose rapidly.

Do I look so disappointing?

It's so rude!

She didn't want Roland to be confused by beauty and stare at her with greedy eyes. But this doesn't mean she accepts Roland's view that she is not beautiful enough.

Although she was unhappy, Sif managed her emotions well and said softly:

"Roland, I don't have many friends, except for Her Majesty the Queen, you are my only friend. My teacher taught me to be honest with my friends. So I showed my true face."

"Everyone has secrets, and you will know some things later, but not now."

Roland's eyes hurt Sif's self-esteem.

But she recognized Roland.

Men who are not tempted by beauty either have problems with their sexual orientation or are extremely self-disciplined.

Roland is obviously the latter.

She decided to accept Teacher Mary's advice and train Roland as a team.

She didn't have much capital to attract young talents.

So she might as well be sincere.

"Tell me, what is so urgent that you have to send a handwritten letter to the palace and find me."

She blew the floating leaves and continued to use the action of drinking tea to adjust her emotions.

"I sold the essay champion."

Roland knew that Sif was very busy, so he explained the situation in a concise style of essay writing.

"Puff!"

The tea sprayed all over the table, and Sif's face flushed, without any ladylike manner.

She had seen the world.

She had experienced the death of her father, what scene had she not seen?

But she was still choked by Roland.

Even if Roland wrote a love poem on the spot to express his admiration, she would not be surprised, although it was outrageous, it was logical.

However, what Roland was doing now was completely unreasonable.

"How much did it sell for?"

Sif bit her lip, and although her voice was soft, the chill filled the room.

"One thousand five hundred pounds." Roland was very honest.

Sif slowly put down the teacup, the corners of her lips trembling slightly, "This is for me. I won the championship for you from Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Without me, you would have been hanged in the Forum."

Of course Roland would not say that without Sif, he would have brought Lisa Run Golden Kite with him.

But this can't be said. If you don't say it, you have to acquiesce to Sif's statement.

Sif pressed her temples with her slender fingers, trying to calm herself down.

She almost didn't do it, but luckily she remembered Teacher Wald's teachings.

"Even the most heinous felons have the right to a defense."

The teacher was right, at least let Roland finish what he said.

Sif breathed a long sigh of relief, and the soft voice disappeared, replaced by coldness.

"You can quibble."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. Sif's performance far exceeded his expectations.

Teacher Mary had hinted to him that she would recommend him to a certain powerful royal girl.

Roland thought about it for a moment and understood.

It's definitely not the Queen, but Sif.

Compared to the Queen, whom she had never met before and could kill someone in a fit of rage, Sif was obviously closer to her.

Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, the queen is too dangerous.

He and Sif were at least friends.

To be a friend, you only need to be pleasing to your eyes, but if you are doing things for Sif, you have to consider whether the leader is worth following.

Sif was observing Roland, and Roland was observing her.

Here at Roland, Sif scores a lot.

He also understood that his starting score in Sif's heart had dropped to zero and it was time for him to get a higher score.

Roland took a sip of tea, gathered his thoughts, and told the truth about the whole process of entering the publishing house and being threatened and bribed by Byron.

During the narration, Roland also presented his own analysis process.

As he spoke, Sif's face gradually softened, and finally became extremely solemn.

"Roland, there's no need for this, it's too dangerous."

Roland recalled the past and said leisurely: "My father's fighting skills are very good. Under his stick teaching, it is not difficult for my fighting skills to deal with gangsters."

"But they're in the dark."

Sif said anxiously: "I can let the Military Intelligence Agency"

She stopped mid-sentence.

By the time those losers from the Military Intelligence Bureau find out who is behind this, Roland will either have solved the problem or be solved by it.

Sussex ranks first in the world in terms of overall national strength, but the Military Intelligence Agency is a waste.

This is the consensus.

What's even more embarrassing is that she can't even handle these losers.

Sif suddenly felt sad.

If a person can't even control rubbish, isn't that even more rubbish?

Seeing the light in Sif's eyes gradually disappear, Roland could guess what she was thinking.

He felt a little distressed for no reason and blurted out:

"Miss Xif, we are friends. If you have any difficulties, I will do my best!"

He just feels sorry for his friends, nothing else.

But it's a bit strange to say it no matter how you think about it.

Fortunately, Sif didn't think much and just stared at Roland.

Just when Roland felt a little scared in his heart, Sif said softly: "I don't have any trouble, but I have a good best friend who is the queen of the Sussex Empire. She has many difficulties. Can you help me? Help me think about it for her. Any idea?"