in the name of the queen

Chapter 11 The sad thick barrier
  Maybe Teacher Margaret thought she didn't have high demands on Roland, but in Roland's eyes, her demands were not strict, but almost perverted.

Although Roland worked hard to complete the training program, she still shook her head slightly disappointed.

Apart from affirming Roland's positive attitude towards hard work, she said nothing else, but she could not hide the disappointment in her eyes.

It was already late at night when she left the post office disappointed.

She left, leaving only Roland, who was completely drained and lying on the ground gasping for air.

He felt that he was not receiving etiquette training, but high-intensity combat skills training.

Step on the handrails in the corridor on the third floor to train the nobles to walk.

Increase the intensity, no problem, reasonable.

Maintain an elegant posture and avoid various flying props?

A little more strength, combined, reasonable.

Using a knife and fork to lightly push away the flying interference props, what kind of aristocratic training is this?

Roland even recalled the fear of being dominated by his father's intense training.

However, he could only grit his teeth and face it.

He had no way out.

By rejecting Alina, the road to success for the Golden Kite is cut off.

Winning the essay championship instantly turned him into a public enemy in the literary world.

Those aggressive little writers were easy to get rid of, but the literary giants he defeated were not easy to fool.

Someone is bound to find trouble when attending the Royal Salon, and if you can't maintain an elegant posture, you will be in trouble.

He didn't care about receiving the award amidst boos and questions. What he was worried about was that the Queen changed her mind amid the boos and questions.

After pushing up his tired body, Roland looked at Lisa who had been watching in a daze and said softly:

"Sister, there is actually no need for you to wait for me all the time. Training is really boring, and you are bored to watch."

"What are you talking about?" Lisa combed her hair and teased with a smile: "I haven't seen such an interesting scene in a long time."

Roland was speechless.

Are you here to watch the monkey show?

After taking the coat thrown by Lisa and putting it on casually, Roland took a deep breath and walked out.

Lisa quickly followed, and with the dim scattered lights on the street and the stars in the sky, the two of them walked home.

In Sussex in 1791, electricity had not yet been tamed by humans and was a patent monopolized by a few magicians. Candles are not cheap enough to be used as daily necessities, and magic lamps are even more shockingly expensive.

A family that can light up a ray of light in a dark night is either rich or noble.

Roland rarely lit candles at home.

Burning candles and reading is too luxurious.

It is not allowed to cut through walls to borrow light.

What kind of family can light up lights every night? How can they live with poor people?

Even if someone next door lights a lamp every day, they will not allow the wall to be cut. If someone dares to cut the wall, the police department will be called to arrest him.

Next door to him lived sister Lisa.

They are all night people who cannot afford to light a lamp at night.

Fortunately, the Sussex Empire was very wealthy, and the library had free lights at night. He often went to the library to read when he couldn't sleep.

Roland's favorite book used to be Law.

If you can't become a mage by learning magic, you can become another type of mage by learning the law.

But he definitely didn't have the energy to go there these days.

On the way home, he couldn't even muster the energy to respond to Lisa's nagging, so he just walked in silence.

Until what Lisa said became more and more off-kilter.

"Roland, I think that Miss Sif is really weird."

Roland thought to himself, you are probably the strange one, "What's so strange?"

"She calls herself the Earl of Tyrone, but I've never heard of that title."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. Earl of Tyrone is a title with a long history. If I remember correctly, this title is related to the royal family and seems to be a branch of the royal family."

Roland quickly searched the encyclopedia in his mind and answered confidently.

"In this case, the fact that Miss Sif is a close friend of Her Majesty the Queen can also be explained."

Lisa looked at Roland in surprise and asked softly: "How do you know so much?"

Roland smiled and said: "Because I often read. To write authentic aristocratic literature, one must dabble in heraldry and historical works."

His eyes were sincere.

He did get the knowledge from the book, but the fact that the book was deep in his consciousness was too mysterious to explain.

Lisa looked into Roland's sincere eyes and felt something was wrong.

Roland must be telling the truth, but not entirely.

Although I don’t know whether it was intentional or accidental, he did hide part of the truth.

Roland had indeed grown up and had his own worries, and would no longer tell her everything.

She sighed softly and said quietly: "Okay, but I still feel that Miss Sif's speech and behavior are different from ordinary nobles."

"She has an awe-inspiring and sacred temperament that ordinary nobles cannot achieve. Even a branch of the royal family can't do it. I always have a feeling that Miss Sif's attitude towards Teacher Margaret is different from others. "

"It's like being her own teacher, but Margaret is the royal etiquette teacher. Even if she serves other nobles, she is not in the capacity of a teacher."

After a brief pause, Lisa murmured softly: "You can't hide the noble temperament of a royal member in Miss Sif. Coupled with her relationship with Margaret, let me think about it again."

Roland thought to himself, is this a woman's sixth sense or a burning soul of gossip?

Of course he wouldn't argue with Lisa over such a thing.

He didn't even care much about Sif's identity.

Teacher Margaret's class today made Roland deeply aware of the difference between civilians and nobles.

It is too difficult to integrate into the aristocratic circle.

It was almost impossible for commoners to advance to the nobility.

In the martial Sussex empire, the fastest way to advancement was through military service or pioneering.

You can get promotion points by performing military merits, and you can get a knighthood by collecting enough points.

Although most of these titles are not hereditary, and most of those that can be hereditary will be demoted from generation to generation, at least they are given to ordinary people.

Roland sighed in his heart, because of this unreachable thought, his father was gone.

The designer of the Sussex Empire's military knighthood promotion system is very evil. While giving everyone hope, they also set up more obstacles, which will only benefit a few people.

As long as you get on the thief's car, you have to keep making meritorious deeds to gain points, otherwise all your previous efforts will be in vain.

Just like a scam, they first trick you into getting into the car, and then they hook you little by little, making you keep paying more in order to withdraw cash.

Yet the vast majority of poor donkeys will never get to eat the carrot dangled in front of them.

Occasionally, donkeys are eaten, also for publicity.

In short, the military merit system is a deep pit that must not be entered.

This is also the reason why Roland accepted knight training but did not join the army.

It would be worth it if he sacrificed his life to protect his family and country. Dying to defend the power of a feudal lord is simply a shame for a time traveler.

There is another way to become a noble, which is to open up territory for the empire.

Beyond the continents of Sussex and Rodinia, there are still many wild places.

These overseas wild lands are the focus of competition among several major empires.

The Sussex Empire issued licenses to pirate leaders and adventurers. After going to sea, these people used fire and sword to complete the pioneering work stained with the blood of the indigenous people, and obtained titles based on the value of the developed territory.

This kind of title dyed with howling and blood is called blood knight, which is looked down upon by others.

Roland was deeply opposed to this dangerous and bloody title.

In addition to these two obvious roads, there is a third road.

Gift. The emperor could grant titles to people he liked, but such grants needed to be reviewed by both the House of Nobles and the House of Commons.

If the emperor himself or the candidate is not popular, it will be difficult to pass the double review. Even if he passes, the title will most likely not be hereditary.

The House of Nobles can also solve the problem through interest exchange and bribery, but it is difficult to pass the review of the House of Commons.

The path of gifting is actually not easy to follow.

Roland had also imagined that the Queen would reward him with a count or something.

Later he woke up.

This class on aristocratic etiquette also made Roland less interested in entering the aristocratic circle.

The nobles and common people are almost going to have reproductive isolation, so what do they want if they don't have it?

Now he just wants to get the bonus of five hundred pounds of gold coins as soon as possible, buy a house on Belfa Street, hire a few servants and become a small rich man.

By the way, Lisa, who had always taken care of him and loved his siblings, was brought there to enjoy the blessing.

With the remaining money, it would be great to buy a few more shops along the street and put them out to collect rent.

When the time comes, it would be nice to quit my job at the post office and work as a full-time writer at home.

The realistic goal of "two shops, a few cows, a wife and children and a warm fireplace" is applicable to any era.

Although this era is bad, everything is easy as long as you have money.

The dream of squeezing into the aristocratic circle and marrying Bai Fumei is rare.

Common people coming into contact with noble ladies will not end well.

Charlotte, his childhood friend, fell in love with the daughter of a certain earl half a year ago. His relationship with the aristocratic girl progressed rapidly, and he even arranged for his own people at key positions. He thought that this wave of raw rice and cooked rice was stable. , but his legs were broken by the father of the noble girl and thrown into the Thames River.

The dream of a poor boy is uncertain, but the fish in the Thames River are full.

This is the gap between nobles and common people.

Roland knew very well that Lisa was not usually such a gossip, and the repeated mention of Sif's identity was to remind her not to follow in Charlotte's footsteps.

Roland knew what Lisa was thinking, but he just didn't know how to respond.

He is not an idiot, how could he daydream like this?

Seeing that Roland was silent, Lisa knew that he was in a bad mood, so she stopped talking and silently followed him home.

After returning home, Lisa went to the kitchen to roast a few potatoes and made a simple dish, and she and Roland filled their stomachs with sauce and grilled fish.

Because it was too late to get home and I couldn't bear to light a candle when cooking, the meal was a bit sloppy.

Seeing the different Sussex dark delicacies on the table, Roland knew very well that Lisa was not in the mood to cook today.

He totally understands.

After all, a lot happened today.

Roland, who usually had an appetite whetted by Lisa's cooking skills, found it somewhat difficult to swallow the Sussex cuisine, which can be called dark cuisine.

Out of politeness, he still swallowed reluctantly, and even almost got stuck on a fish bone.

While Roland was fighting with the Soviet delicacies, Lisa suddenly grabbed Roland's sleeve.

"Roland, I figured it out!"

Roland thought for a long time and couldn't figure out what Lisa had figured out. He looked at her in surprise and some confusion.

"What did you think of?"

"I guessed Miss Sif's identity!"

Lisa leaned close to Roland's ear, and the warm air swirled around his ear.

"Miss Sif has elegance and impeccable royal temperament, but she cannot be Her Majesty the Queen, so her identity is"

Roland's heart moved, he put down the knife and fork in his hand and pricked up his ears.

Lisa has keen observation skills and can always discover details that others cannot notice, and she often has surprising things to say.

Could it be that she is really a genius, and this bit of information can deduce Sif's identity?

His curiosity was piqued.

First of all, it is certain that Sif is not the queen, and her aura is not like that of an ordinary earl. What is her identity?
  Facing Roland's expectant gaze, Lisa smiled proudly and lowered her voice and said:
  "If my guess is correct, she is Her Majesty the Queen's biological sister, maybe even a twin."

Roland: "."

He took back what he said about Lisa being a genius.

Picking up the knife and fork again, Roland sighed softly, "Sister, let's eat first, it's almost cold."

Lisa was a little unconvinced and looked at Roland with wide eyes.

"What, you don't believe it?"

"letter!"

Roland picked up a small potato and stuffed it into his mouth.

You cannot talk while eating, this is true for both gentlemen and ladies.

Lisa knew that Roland didn't believe it, so she was just prevaricating, feeling a little confused.

She bit her lip and moved her dark eyes as if she was thinking about something.

How could Miss Sif be just an earl?

Absolutely not!

Maybe there are more secrets in her.

She couldn't let go of every opportunity to observe closely. She would definitely unlock the truth and let Roland, this bratty brother, know that he was wrong.

After finishing the meal, Lisa looked at Roland's back as he picked up the plate and prepared to wash the dishes. Lisa had an inexplicable feeling that Roland was getting further and further away and could no longer guess.

She quickly pulled Roland's sleeves and said softly: "Go and rest. You are exhausted today. There will be a training class tomorrow."

Roland said nothing, looking at Lisa's hand from the corner of his eye. She retracted her hand as if she had been stung by a mosquito.

Although he shrank quickly, Roland had already seen it clearly.

There is an inconspicuous cut mark at the base of the white finger.

In the dark night without light, cutting vegetables and cooking is really troublesome.

Even journeymen make mistakes sometimes.

Roland reminded with a smile:
  "Sister, remember to light candles when cooking at night. We will have money soon."

After a brief pause, he picked up the bowl and cutlery.

When he walked out of the small restaurant, he stopped and did not look back.

"Sister, I know the difference between me and Miss Sif. It doesn't matter whether she is a royal, the queen's sister, or an earl. There is a thick barrier between us."

"This barrier is invisible and intangible, but it separates the two worlds."

"Don't worry, I'm very realistic. Sister, don't force me to go on a blind date, and I promise not to think too wildly."

After saying this, Roland took the tableware and left.

Looking at his back, Lisa suddenly felt a little wet at the corners of her eyes.

Roland knew everything, he just didn't say anything.

There was no need for her to remind him that he would not make the same mistakes that Charlotte did.

She was also reflecting on whether it was right to force Roland to go on a blind date. She secretly vowed not to force Roland to meet those "marriage partners" she thought were suitable.

He is her last relative in this world.

If he can find an excellent wife, she will give her silent blessing.

If he can't find one, it doesn't matter if he takes care of his brother for a few more years.

After Lisa finished washing, she returned to the bedroom. Her soft cheek was pressed against the somewhat hard pillow, and her smile spread slightly.

She no longer cared about Miss Sif's identity.

not at all.

After all, they are people from two worlds.

(End of this chapter)