in the name of the queen

Chapter 10 Take two steps if you have nothing to do

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Roland vaguely felt that Count Sif's tone of voice was a little softer and less condescending.

After leaving the dress and arranging the etiquette teacher, Sif said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, she called the post office manager and gave her a few words of advice before boarding the carriage and leaving.

Watching Sif leave, Lisa, who was intimidated by Sif's aura and never dared to speak, finally seized the opportunity, bit her lip and asked in confusion: "What is Miss Sif's identity? How come she is protected by the royal guards when she goes out."

"Sister, stop asking about important people's affairs."

Roland said calmly: "She is a close friend of Her Majesty the Queen, and perhaps a white-glove agent who handles trivial matters for the Queen, but that is not important."

Lisa shook her head, dispelling the bold and absurd thoughts, and said with a smile: "Yes, the most important thing now is how you transformed from a commoner to a gentleman who masters aristocratic etiquette in just half a month."

Lisa's words made Roland's smile freeze instantly.

He had long heard of the cumbersome aristocratic etiquette in Sussex.

Nobles talk, act, communicate and even walk completely differently from ordinary people.

Those tedious details are torture in the eyes of others, but they are small things they are accustomed to.

Nobility is cultivated.

The birth of nobles from three generations is not just something you say casually.

He might not be able to imitate Miss Sif's graceful way of walking.

Fortunately, he is not a noble, so he doesn't have to be so harsh. He just needs to master the most basic etiquette and don't be rude in the royal salon.

Just as Roland was secretly complaining, the etiquette teacher Sif hired for him walked towards him with elegant steps.

She looks to be in her forties or fifties, with crow's feet leaving traces of time at the corners of her eyes, but she can tell that she was a beauty when she was young. Time has left not only wrinkles on her body, but also elegance that has been brewing for many years.

She just stood there, making Lisa, who was usually lively, afraid to speak.

A soft and magnetic voice sounded, "I am Margaret Sumari, you can call me Teacher Mary. I once served as the etiquette teacher for the late Emperor Edward, Prince Fino and the current Queen Sylva."

Roland was in awe, he turned out to be the etiquette teacher of the royal family.

Disrespect and disrespect.

Damn it, a teacher of this level must be an old stubborn man with a pointer in hand and a straight face, and he has strict requirements, right?

Just as Roland was complaining, Teacher Mary's soft but emotionless voice sounded.

"Roland, I have very strict requirements for formal students. But you are different. You are not a noble after all. As long as you pass the exam, it will be fine."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile: "What is considered qualified?"

"Let the most discerning people think you are a true noble."

That's it? so far so good.

What a ghost!

Roland's smile froze instantly.

Isn’t this demanding of riding a horse?

Seeing Roland's expression of wanting to protest but hesitating to speak, Teacher Mary said softly: "I have never seen Miss Xi Fu value an ordinary person so much."

"Maybe it's an illusion, but I always feel that if you study hard, you won't waste it."

Since Teacher Mary talked about this, Roland naturally would not be pretentious. He had a serious expression and greeted Mary with student etiquette.

"I will work hard to be the best student I can be, Ms. Mary, when do we start?"

Margaret was very satisfied with Roland's attitude. She nodded gently and said calmly: "Time is precious, start now. I will arrange the most rigorous training for you in these two weeks. Four hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon every day." hours, and practice two or three more hours in the evening depending on the situation. Any questions?"

"Don't worry, I will develop a corresponding training plan based on the characteristics of each student. You will definitely be able to withstand it."

The teacher had said so, but Roland could only nod and accept what he could say.

Fortunately, it is just etiquette learning. Although it is tedious, it is not too tiring.

Roland thought silently.

But he soon discovered that he was too naive.

Margaret is not an ordinary teacher. Her training method is unique. She took him directly to the corridor on the third floor and asked softly: "Have you received training in fighting skills? Yoga or other physical skills are also acceptable."

"I have received professional training in knight fighting skills."

Thinking of his father's education since childhood, Roland complained silently in his heart.

What are the benefits of being a knight? My father was an excellent knight, but he died on the battlefield while standing behind a large army.

Brave and fearless, inspiring to sing and cry.

And then a poor orphan is left behind. There won't be even a single word about Old Jack in the history books.

Roland felt a slight sense of belonging to the Sussex empire, but not much.

He did not object to reaping the dividends from the expansion of the empire, but he would just use his life to lay the foundation for the empire.

He is a commoner, not an imperial ruler.

Margaret's words brought back old memories, and Roland fell into silence.

Margaret is indeed the most professional etiquette teacher. She doesn't ask about matters that have nothing to do with her profession, and she doesn't care why Roland received knight training but didn't join the army or become a professional knight. She just carefully understands Roland's physical skills. Then point your finger towards the stair railing.

"Your foundation is very good. It seems that your training can be more intense. Stand up."

Roland looked at Margaret in astonishment.

Isn’t this training etiquette? How can it be the same as combat training?

"If you can maintain perfect strides on the handrail, it will be easier on the ground."

It turned out to be the case.

Although he didn't quite understand it, Roland accepted the arrangement.

He jumped up like a show of skill and landed firmly on the handrail of the stairs.

Margaret's expression did not change at all. She came to a few steps in front of the handrail and stood still, holding her chest high and her head high, concentrating on her energy. Her whole temperament instantly changed.

Just the changes in her posture and eyes changed her from a kind middle-aged woman to a flawless sample of aristocratic manners.

Roland's pupils shrank slightly.

At this moment, Margaret looked even more aristocratic than Miss Sif.

In other words, she has a very standard aristocratic temperament.

"The modern aristocratic pace is gradually formed over a long period of evolution. The main characteristics are that the shoulders and head remain stable, and the stride frequency and stride length are uniform. The body movements are natural and soft, and cannot be stiff."

"And most importantly, don't panic or be hasty at any time."

"Even if the Thames River stops flowing in front of you, your face will remain unchanged and you will remain calm and natural."

Margaret paused slightly and said softly: "Of course, what you have to do is not so strict. You just need to be steady and dignified, with basically the same pace and stride, and not panic."

"Let's start training."

Margaret gave a demonstration first.

There was only appreciation in Roland's eyes.

As expected of being the etiquette teacher of the royal family, this nobleman walked with an authentic look.

The top-notch supermodels I saw before traveling through time were simply vulgar compared to her.

After Margaret walked a while, she looked back at Roland.

Roland stood on the armrest and clapped softly.

Margaret kept a straight face and wanted to reprimand her, but Roland's sincere smile prevented her from saying harsh words.

A true lady will not refuse sincere appreciation.

In order to prevent Roland from climbing up the pole, she said with a straight face: "I hope you can win my applause at the end of the training. You take a few steps first and let me see."

"As ordered!"

Roland took a deep breath, adjusted his body posture according to Margaret's instructions, and then walked forward.

Although the handrails are very narrow, it is not difficult for him to maintain balance after receiving professional knight training, if there is no pointer flying towards him.

Just as Roland started to move forward, Margaret threw the pointer in her hand and hit Roland on the waist.

Roland turned around to avoid the pointer and glanced at Margaret with a hint of pride.

What he meant was obvious.

Teacher, is this a show?

It is indeed very impressive. Margaret said coldly: "Just a slow-flying pointer makes you forget to maintain your posture. You are not qualified. You need to practice more tonight!"

(End of this chapter)