in the name of the queen

Chapter 1 Fake News!

The withered yellow sycamore leaves fall with the wind and slowly stick to the window, dyeing the autumn atmosphere golden.

The afterglow of the sun poured into the room and shone on Roland. It was warm, dispelling the autumn cold and lulling him to sleep.

Stretching vigorously and leaning towards the blank manuscript paper on the table, the young clerk smiled to himself.

As we all know, there are only three parts of a novel that are difficult to write.

Beginning, middle and end.

At the moment he was worried about the beginning.

He was a clerk at the Imperial Post Office, and his main job was to write for illiterate people.

I am not too busy at work, my hobby is fishing at work, bah, writing novels.

He aspires to be Liu, an electrician in this magical world. He goes to work and writes novels. He uses his talent to enter literary salons organized by nobles, and meets beautiful noble ladies. While gaining a comfortable life, he pays the price of losing worries.

However, the ideal is as plump as a lady, and the reality is as dry as a wallet. He has been rejected by publishing houses continuously.

For the first time, he wrote a passionate chapter about the fallen young genius who made a three-year agreement with the pirate leader Red Beard and then counterattacked.

The editor sneered at this. Pirates have no moral bottom line. Just throw them into the sea and feed them to the sharks. Whoever doesn't like it will make a three-year contract with you.

The second time, he wrote a royal story in which a brave man defeats the evil dragon, counterattacks and marries the princess.

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He didn't care about the next plot, but was worried about Roland's mental state.

Roland is a time traveler who has lived in the Sussex Empire for eighteen and a half years. He has not seen his mother since he can remember. His father, a junior officer in the empire, also died in the war three years ago.

Perhaps it was because his father's death was such a shock that although Roland inherited his father's fighting talent, he refused to join the army or become an independent adventurer. Instead, he chose to take the civil service route.

At the coming-of-age ceremony, he unlocked the memories before time travel, and also unlocked a mysterious soul-binding card.

[Occupation: Writer]

[Rank: Ninth Level]

[Level: Normal]

[Ability: Elementary Memory]

With the help of primary memory ability, he can recall the books he came into contact with before traveling through time. As the ability continues to improve, the content that can be recalled will gradually increase.

If he were an ambitious time traveler, he would probably immediately take out "Friends of Military and Civilian Talents" and other sacred books, but Roland had no ambition, only a desire to fish.

He chose fiction. If these excellent works are localized in a different world, wouldn't it mean that they can become a great writer in an instant? This is the choice that is consistent with the career of a writer.

However, in the class-conscious Sussex empire, the story of a hot-blooded boy's counterattack and a poor boy marrying a rich and beautiful girl is destined to have no market. His literary dream was severely humiliated.

Literary dreams can be slowed down, but food still needs to be eaten.

Fortunately, the empire took good care of the orphans of soldiers. He inherited the public house assigned by his father, and he also found a formal job at the post office with a nine-to-five job under the introduction of an acquaintance, so that he would not have to cover himself with a quilt under the bridge. Wipe away tears.

Just when Roland was worrying about how to write, a refreshing laughter came from behind with a fragrant breeze.

"What genius ideas does the future great writer have?"

The smell of perfume turned into a beautiful big sister wearing a post office uniform, sitting down opposite.

No one hates a generous and wealthy older sister, and Roland is no exception.

The girl's smile was as bright as the sun, and the collar of her uniform trembled slightly, dispelling the troubles in the boy's heart.

Putting down the quill that was not dipped in ink, Roland responded with a smile, "Miss Lisa, you are in a good mood today."

"Correct me again, it's Sister Lisa! Sister!"

Lisa held her chin with her left hand, her blue eyes filled with a clear smile.

By any standards of time and space, she was beautiful.

The charm of youth hits you, accompanied by the devil's whisper.

"Roland, your parents passed away too early. It's time for you to learn to mature like an adult."

Mature? Like getting married?
  forgive me!

Traveling to another world and being forced into marriage?

He's not even nineteen years old!
  Rejecting directly would only result in more nagging. Roland simply patted his chest impassionedly and kept talking, "I don't want to think about this before writing a masterpiece that will be handed down for generations."

"Can I interpret this as a declaration of singleness?"

The slender fingers drew an elegant and soft arc, and landed accurately on the center of the blank paper.

"The call for short story essays is due today. How many words has our great writer written? Oh my God, it's actually zero."

Lisa looked at Roland with a bit of regret.

Young people with no status or money always like to imagine themselves as writers.

If others had said this, she would have thought it was the impetuousness of young people, but Roland was different.

The clerk's work is tedious and it is not easy to write letters on behalf of others. He often encounters guests who have difficulty expressing their thoughts.

Some guests spoke with thick country accents and could not speak a few words over and over again. Even a senior clerk like her had a headache.

However, Roland can always use his smile and various communication methods to understand the guests' intentions, and write concise and clear letters, which have received rave reviews.

He has talent.

Passionate.

Very handsome.

Handsome young men can easily go astray. As the sister next door who lives in the same house, she must lead Roland, who has lost the control of his parents, to the right path.

Young people should be down-to-earth. For example, marrying Miss Elizabeth, who has meaty legs and a big butt from the Baker Street Alchemy Workshop, and having three, four, five, six or seven eight children in one breath to start a family.

Don't neglect your duties, Roland!
  Faced with Sister Lisa's questioning, Roland's cheeks turned slightly red, and he was full of obscure and complex terms such as "As soon as the idea is completed, the writing will fly quickly" and "The author doesn't want to write, it's just that he's stuck".

The air in the post office instantly became cheerful.

Lisa was so amused that her branches trembled wildly, and she smiled without any image.

"Maybe you're right, but there's only one hour before the deadline, so it's too late."

"Who says it's too late, come and feel it, write it now!"

Roland's competitive spirit was aroused, he grabbed the quill and hovered over the white paper.

This essay competition is required to revolve around gods, royalty, mystery, suspense and gender. The shorter the better.

"First it involves the gods!"

Roland wrote "Oh my God" on the paper.

There is a god.

Seeing his focused expression, Lisa inadvertently closed the corners of her mouth in disapproval.

It was obvious that Roland was serious.

Roland wrote the words "Oh my God, the Queen, pregnant" in succession according to the purpose of the essay and strung them together.

"Oh my God, the Queen is pregnant, who did it?"

"Hey, the title of this book is quite interesting. My curiosity has been aroused. Tell me quickly. What's next?"

Lisa's beautiful big eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she urged the update on the spot.

"There's no more down there."

"No more down there?"

"Yes, this is the whole novel." Roland looked serious.

Lisa was a little angry and reached out to pinch Roland's ears, but was surprised to find that Roland was sitting upright and half a head taller than her. She could no longer act like a child, with her fingers frozen in the air.

Roland, who didn't notice anything strange about Lisa, put away the manuscript paper and showed a relaxed smile.

"It's done, let's submit it now."

"Wait, what if it fails?" Lisa never forgot to bring Roland back on track.

"Then next time."

"That won't work! If you fail this time, you have to listen to me and at least go and meet Miss Elizabeth. She is kind, knows alchemy, and is pretty. And she has a big butt that is good at giving birth."

Seeing Roland running away without looking back, Lisa followed him out the door, "Hey, are you listening?"

Roland's figure flew dozens of meters away.

Maybe I heard it, but I definitely didn't listen.

Like listening.

Finally caught up!
  Roland, who had finished submitting the manuscript before the publishing house closed, was walking on the street, thinking about the editor's problem.

"Why not a princess? I think readers would prefer princesses."

"Mr. Byron, there really is a princess in our country! Slandering the royal family is a capital crime."

Could this damn bald editor want to harm him?

This essay competition was funded by the royal family. It would be fine to write about the queen being pregnant, but not the princess.

"Sir, bring me a newspaper, today's news is absolutely explosive!"

A ragged newsboy jumped out like a rabbit, stopped in front of him, waved the "Sussex Sun" in his hand, and loudly sold Roland.

Normally, Roland would politely but firmly refuse.

After all, he didn't get his money from the wind.

The Sussex Sun is a standard toilet newspaper, focusing mainly on gossip about high-society celebrities.

The news stories reported by this newspaper were rarely accurate and were particularly wild.

But he was in a good mood today, so he casually took out two pence and gave it to the newsboy and took the newspaper.

"The shocking news is that His Majesty Edward, who is admired by all, was ambushed by unidentified enemies when passing through Southco Bay with his fleet. His Majesty, the Prince and the entire Planck fleet were killed!"

It is indeed a toilet newspaper.

This news is wilder than wild history.

Roland was amused on the spot.

The Sussex Empire is the largest maritime power in the world, with a directly administered territory of tens of millions of square kilometers.

The world's second to ninth-ranked fleets combined are not enough to defeat the Sussex Royal Fleet. This is the consensus of the world.

Who would dare to risk his own life and attack the Royal Fleet?
  Even if there are such idiots, Admiral Planck is also a famous general in the world, and he will definitely teach them how to behave every minute.

"Fake News!"

Every word of the current political news in the toilet newspaper is an insult to your intelligence.

He crumpled the newspaper and threw it into the trash can.

What a great day, except for the wasted two pennies.

(End of this chapter)