The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

She was meticulous to the point of being harsh, upright, and intolerant of even the slightest imperfection.

Madam Mosconi quickly sifted through the Empress's packed schedule and selected a few suitable items for Roger, listing them out.

"There's a project that needs acceptance in the afternoon, then a meeting with representatives of the goblin merchants, and in the evening, an awards ceremony for outstanding officers who emerged during the Restoration Army's operations."

"In addition, there are three or four small projects that won't take up much time and can be interspersed between the scheduled events."

After Roger finished reading, he smiled and shook his head: "Madam, this schedule is impossible to complete."

Madam Mosconi said: "Lord Brando, please believe that I have received professional training. With the help of teleportation magic, you can manage all the scheduled events."

"But I need to rest at six o'clock. As you can see, that conflicts with the celebration banquet for the officers. I'm afraid I can't attend."

"His Majesty has appointed you as her special envoy. This is your honor."

Madam Mosconi's delicate eyebrows furrowed instantly.

Which subject of the Empire, upon hearing that they are to serve His Majesty, doesn't show 120% enthusiasm, completing all the work even without sleep?

Moreover, countless officials would be vying to attend such a celebration banquet.

The Restoration Army's operations have been extremely successful, and these military officers have bright futures.

A banquet might even help forge connections for the future.

But Roger firmly replied: "If you don't adjust the schedule, then I'll do as much as I can, however much I can do before six o'clock."

"Is your rest more important than the Empire's national affairs?"

"I don't care what others think, but that's certainly what I think."

"Lord Brando, I will truthfully report these rude words to Her Majesty and have you dismissed from your position!"

Madam Mosconi was so angered by his attitude that her face turned frosty.

Roger was delighted: "Then I thank Madam Mosconi very much. Please quickly ask the Empress to dismiss me."

This madam is truly a kind person!

Although his current goal is to 'lie flat in the court,' he ultimately needs to find a way, through multiple trial and errors, to succeed.

Slacking off under the Empress's watchful eyes is much more difficult than in a grassroots position.

Madam Mosconi's expression froze instantly.

"Madam, why haven't you left yet?"

"Dio Brando, don't take your favor for granted!"

Madam Mosconi said resentfully.

Young man, I'm just making a threat, don't force me to make it real!

I really can't make it real.

I'm just a head maid, what bad intentions could I have?

No matter how trusted I am, it's impossible to ask Her Majesty to dismiss a cabinet minister.

According to Her Majesty's personality, if Madam Mosconi can't even handle such a small matter, she will be punished along with him...

Roger looked at her innocently. I sincerely thank you, how did that become taking favor for granted?

Injustice!

Madam Mosconi calmed down from her rage.

She stared at Roger, saying each word distinctly:

"I've heard that Lord Brando's courage and demeanor are extraordinary. Today, I've truly broadened my horizons. I'll help you reschedule the itinerary."

Roger: ???

What happened to the strictness? What happened to not tolerating imperfections?

Is that it?

Madam, you're too disappointing!

...

...

Soon after, Madam Mosconi prepared the new schedule and coordinated with the relevant departments involved.

She handed the newly written schedule to Roger: "Please, my lord, get on your way."

Roger didn't take it: "Madam, it's lunchtime now. I'm having my meal. We'll meet in front of the Maple Spirit Moon Shadow Palace at one o'clock and depart."

Madam Mosconi: ???

She had never seen such an arrogant subject who dared to delay the tasks given to him by His Majesty!

At this moment, Madam Mosconi recalled the fear of being dominated by the kingdom's bloated bureaucratic system when the late king was alive.

But Madam Mosconi had to cooperate with Roger.

Because she really couldn't go to complain.

Thanks to Madam Mosconi's glare, even the originally dull imperial palace lunch became delicious.

After eating, he took a short nap and walked unhurriedly onto the teleportation array at one o'clock.

Madam Mosconi followed him.

"What are you doing?"

"You are working for His Majesty, and I need to supervise you to see if you are disgracing the nation."

"Whatever."

Roger shrugged indifferently.

At this moment, he really found the "sense of lying flat" as a public servant.

Lying flat in the court, there's hope!

Thank you, Madam Mosconi!

...

...

Roger first met with the representatives of the goblin merchants.

The Seven Gods are ostensibly at war, but secretly united against the Azure Vine Empire.

The various racial regimes they control naturally isolate the Empire as well.

But the Empire is strong, with powerful magical manufacturing capabilities and a constant stream of human craftsmen. After the blockade, many commodities are increasing in price.

So the goblin merchants couldn't sit still.

The human race in the Eternal Night World has the least firm beliefs, and the goblins, who are only after profit, closely follow.

So they are preparing to quietly restart trade routes with the Empire.

The Empire is naturally happy to see things that make money for nothing.

The negotiations went smoothly. The officials of the foreign trade department will naturally draft the professional matters. Roger will act as a hype man, responsible for applauding and cheering.

At two o'clock, the meeting adjourned, and Roger went to the North City Barracks.

The officers here learned that this Dio Brando was the recorder who compiled the 'History of the Azure Vine Empire', and they welcomed him very much.

Volume 10 wrote a lot of things they didn't know, which were real and moving.

Everyone was very grateful to Roger for making the image of the Eternal Night Empress more full.

Roger also respected these heroes who risked their lives to go deep behind enemy lines.

He recited the letter of commendation previously written by the Empress with emotion, and personally pinned medals on each meritorious officer.

Although touching fish wastes some time to get off work, he is still very serious about treating his work.

The Seventeen Kingdoms have a vast area, so there are a lot of "Restoration Army generals" needed. At this moment, there were hundreds of people being awarded medals.

Roger's expression was sincere to the point of being somewhat sacred, giving these young officers the greatest respect, patiently waiting in line for him to pin the reward medal on their chests.

Before long, the time came to three o'clock.

The magic clock on Roger's body rang.

He stopped the movements in his hands and looked apologetically at the long line behind him.

The lieutenant general who received him immediately said very tactfully: "Lord Brando, if you have important matters, go ahead and take care of them first. The brothers have already felt His Majesty and your intentions."

Madam Mosconi, who was in charge of supervising Roger, frowned.

What is this kid doing again?

The itinerary has been reduced again and again, but the award ceremony has only just begun, and he is going to drop the ball again?

The officers waiting behind were also confused, a little annoyed.

Roger waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, just need to interrupt the award ceremony first."

"I wonder what you want to do?" The lieutenant general asked curiously.

"It's three o'clock, time for tea!"

Roger took out a full set of tea sets and snacks from the space ring, set them up calmly, and asked the lieutenant general, "Can the brothers have afternoon tea together?"

Everyone was stunned.

What is afternoon tea?

"Drinking tea? This subordinate will arrange it immediately!" The lieutenant general said immediately.

Roger said again: "The brothers on guard outside have also worked hard, let's have tea together first. Can the core hinterland still have the church messing around?"

The lieutenant general nodded with a bitter face.

You are the Empress's special envoy, you have the final say!

At three o'clock, all the soldiers in the North City Barracks put down their work and drank tea together.

Although everyone didn't understand what Lord Brando was doing, stopping in the middle of busy work and resting for a while felt...

Unexplainably comfortable?

Chapter 35 Even a salted fish has its uses

Afternoon tea did not gradually become popular in the upper class of England until the 17th century. The game world of the Middle Ages naturally did not have this custom.

But Roger invited everyone to drink tea together and chat easily, and the officers were also very happy.

Roger told the officers the 'Empress's Secret History' that could not be written in the national history, and the officers told him the real battles they had experienced on the front line. Everyone was very interested in talking.

After all, they are all young people. The award ceremony is solemn and sacred, but also quite boring.

If you skip it...

It doesn't seem unacceptable?

Roger jokingly said: "The remaining brothers come and take their medals, I will tell you a few more paragraphs that are not allowed to be written in the book, how about it?"

Everyone naturally cheered.

Even the lieutenant general became interested.

Only Madam Mosconi had a dark face.

This group of stinky soldiers is actually using the Empress's black history to eat!

Everyone came up to find their medals, quickly collected them, and waited eagerly for Roger to tell the story.

Roger was not stage-frightened either. In his opinion, isn't this just live-streaming the plot?

It's his old job, no pressure at all.

But in this way, this form is actually over ahead of schedule.

Madam Mosconi seized an opportunity and asked for instructions: "Lord Brando, the matter here is over, and there is still time left. We can add an extra itinerary."

"Oh, is it all done? Then Madam, sit down and have some tea, chat, and spend an afternoon without performance pressure!"