in the name of the queen

Chapter 114 Sister, help me! (Thanks to the leader of 666EHERO)
  I have become stronger.

When Roland opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality.

It was just dawn, and he came to the window and opened his arms to welcome the morning light.

Every pore in his body was stretched, and every cell in his body seemed to be jumping for joy.

He stared at the sun, but it was not dazzling, which made him feel particularly happy.

Stretching his arms and moving his fingers, Roland felt the power coming from his limbs.

[Inheriter] is a hidden branch of the scholar's star path. Only the lucky ones who are proficient in modern knowledge and have obtained ancient inheritance can open it.

He has an encyclopedia and super memory, and is proficient in modern knowledge, not to mention ancient inheritance. He has as much as Elf Sif can ask for.

With the help of the elf Sif, he successfully advanced and retained the [Knight] sub-profession.

Starting today, he embarks on a special path to promotion. On the road of exploring the power of the stars, there are people who are going in the same direction as him, but no one is walking with him anymore.

The body structures of humans and elves are slightly different. The top fighting skills of the elves from the third era are not fully applicable, but the usable parts have made Roland overjoyed.

He stared at the soul card in front of him.

[Occupation: Inheriter]

[Rank: Eighth Level]

[Ability: Inherited Memory]

After promotion, the background color of the card changes from dazzling gold to transparent, and you have to accumulate experience again.

When the card turns golden again, he can advance to level seven and face his real enemy, the old Macbeth who has been sleeping for many years.

He could feel the conditions for promotion. Must achieve world-recognized achievements in literature, science and even philosophy.

Of course, you can kill more people.

Life always finds a way, sometimes more than one.

Although he has just made a breakthrough, Roland's combat effectiveness has improved tremendously.

He can now defeat a company of elite infantry head-on on the battlefield, and can easily crush a ninth-level combat profession.

Facing combat professions of the same level, he is not at a disadvantage like ordinary civilians.

Taking back the cards, Roland walked out of the room energetically.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lisa.

She was sitting on a small bamboo chair in the corner of the corridor, looking out the window blankly.

Last night he almost said something irreparable, but fortunately his spiritual mentor saved him.

Roland came to Lisa, squatted down quietly, and looked at her.

His figure appeared in the depths of Lisa's pupils, and Lisa woke up suddenly.

"Ah, you're awake. You must be hungry. I'm going to prepare breakfast."

"I'll do it with you." Roland said softly.

"Oh, you are the leader of the Knights, how can you go to the kitchen in person?" Lisa pretended to be relaxed and pinched Roland's face, teasing her half-jokingly.

"You are also the general logistics officer of the Knights, only half a level lower than me."

"After some time, we will buy some maids, so you won't have to be so busy." Roland said softly.

Lisa suddenly became alert.

In this era, maids could only be responsible for washing and cooking, or they could have multiple functions. In addition to taking care of the master's life, they could also take care of the master's private life.

Unless it's too long and the owner doesn't like it.

Thinking that Roland was in his prime of life, it was difficult for Lisa not to think about it wrongly.

But she couldn't find a reason to object for a while.

She bit her lip and suddenly thought of a suitable reason, but this reason made her even more uncomfortable.

"Miss Sif may be unhappy. She would rather put your career first." Lisa dissuaded her softly.

"I can feel your admiration for Miss Sif. Roland, Sif is not an ordinary count. She is a member of the royal family. She has never been wronged since she was a child. You must not make her angry."

"You don't object?" Roland asked.

"I, what right do I have to object? Miss Sif is so beautiful and of noble birth. You are lucky to marry her. I will only be happy for you."

"Compared to the Elizabeth I was looking for for you before, she is the bright moon in the sky. Don't be too proud, you don't know whether others like her or not."

Lisa smiled, still speaking harshly.

This was the ugliest laugh she had ever seen in her life.

It's uglier than crying.

Roland asked softly: "Are you really happy for me?"

Lisa lowered her head and continued to speak harshly:

"Why am I not happy that my good brother can marry a beautiful royal girl? If my uncle and aunt are still here, they will be happy too. Okay, I'm going to cook. You wait in the restaurant."

Roland said nothing, let go of Lisa's sleeve and watched her leave.

Lisa's steps were particularly neat, like a soulless walking zombie moving in a straight line.

He was an idiot if he didn't understand what Lisa wanted by now.

Young people who are not related by blood and live together in the name of brother and sister will deteriorate sooner or later.

There is no pure friendship that lasts a lifetime.

But a quilt will do.

Thank you, the great ancient wise elf Sif.

Roland thought silently.

Without her reminder, he would probably have made the cruelest choice. I can't imagine how sad Lisa would be.

He kicked off his boots and walked quietly towards the kitchen.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, he watched Lisa pick up the kitchen knife and chop it hard towards the bones.

A dull sound, a swift movement.

It's not like chopping bones, but it's a bit calmer than killing people and deboning them.

Roland's scalp was slightly numb.

Lisa didn't notice Roland standing at the door of the kitchen. She processed the bones as if to vent her anger and put the picked meat in a basin to wash. Looking at the red flesh and blood in the basin, like a stabbed heart, she suddenly felt sad and murmured in a low voice:

"Roland, there is no place for me in the family anymore. I am going out to wander."

"What should I do if you marry her?"

After their parents died, they were like two little hedgehogs huddled and shivering in the cold winter, with only each other left.

They carefully maintained their distance and kept each other warm.

Pictures of getting along emerge frame by frame.

Linking up her short life.

She was stunned to find that, leaving Roland aside, her life was so thin.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she raised the knife again.

Rub it accurately and cut through the tender meat.

Her knife skills have always been good, but today's knife movement was so precise that it was shocking.

She was slightly taken aback.

Could this be compensation from the gods?

Rumor has it that people who are frustrated in relationships can always be compensated in other ways.

Just when she was in a trance, a soft voice sounded in her ears.

"you like him?"

"No. I, I just like him. What's wrong! Don't I have the right to like people? It's not my fault that the person I love loves someone else!"

Lisa seemed to want to vent all her grievances, and her tone was raised a bit.

Just when she finished "roaring", her body suddenly stiffened.

What she was asked just now was not the oracle deep in her soul, but the devil's whisper from Roland.

The courage disappeared in an instant.

Lisa was dumbfounded.

She really wanted to jump into the pot and boil herself.

This way you don't have to look back or face the embarrassing reality. Of course, Roland wouldn't let her jump into the pot. He held her hand quickly and put the boning knife aside.

When engaging in dangerous conversations, always put the weapon down.

He easily picked up the kettle of hot water that was about to boil and put it aside to prevent the kettle from ringing inexplicably. Roland's soft eyes fell on Lisa's crimson cheeks.

My sister is a one-in-a-million beauty.

Although she is not as good as Sif, who is like a goddess of beauty descending into the world, she is no worse than Alina.

Even at the royal dinner where all the beauties were vying for glory, she was a dazzling presence.

They have lived together for so long and so naturally that they often ignore a problem.

Young and unrelated men and women live together, which is called cohabitation.

Even if Roland could be cruel enough to abandon Lisa in order to pursue Sif, Lisa would still be no different from the abandoned person in the eyes of others.

He can't do this.

Roland held Lisa's hand and said softly: "Sister, the atmosphere on the stage that day was so wonderful, my heart was indeed moved."

The blood on Lisa's face instantly faded.

Although she knew this was the result, Roland still made her feel dizzy when he told her face to face.

The ugly duckling's fantasy is just a fantasy after all.

She forced a smile and said with a smile: "You have such good taste."

"But I don't want you to leave home either." Roland added.

Lisa looked at Roland angrily and reminded you angrily: "I'm warning you, Miss Sif is not the kind of aristocratic lady who has an immoral private life. Don't use your crooked brains."

Perhaps thinking of something, she sighed softly: "If you want me to be your housekeeper or head maid, you have to keep your distance from me. It's not okay to be so close now."

"Forget it, I can't be a maid for a lifetime. Sister, I will get married sooner or later, so I can't stay with you for too long."

Lisa's sadness melted into her smile, like plain coffee without sugar.

Roland looked into her eyes and asked casually:

"Does sister have a crush on someone?"

"Sooner or later, am I like someone who can't get married?" Lisa stared at him unconvinced.

"Then what do you think of me?" Roland's heartbeat was racing. This was the first time he had discussed with someone of the same age whether he could share a velvet quilt.

"You, didn't you say you like Miss Sif, are you worried about the status gap? You are still young, sooner or later you will become an earl or even a duke, no problem." Lisa was a little flustered.

Although she had fantasized about it, she was a little at a loss when Roland actually chose her.

"I want it all."

Roland's heart beat wildly, like a wild bull elephant in heat galloping across the wilderness.

Elf Sif's suggestion is to attack Sif first.

But Sif was too simple, like a fortress without gaps, and Roland didn't know how to start.

He needs help.

Lisa is his helper.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's worth a try.

Lisa was frightened by Roland's words. She struggled to break away from Roland's hand and shook his shoulders.

"Roland, wake up! Followers of the Goddess of Fertility strictly abide by the system of monogamy. Even kings and nobles are no exception."

"Even if they want more women, they can only do it in the name of lovers."

Lisa's words stopped abruptly, and she finally thought of a way to stay at home.

"Roland, I understand what you mean. Do you want me to be your lover?"

The blood returned to Lisa's face, and she said in a nagging voice:

"I don't know the answer. You should first find a way to marry Sif."

Roland nodded and shook his head.

"I'm not a believer in abundance, I'm not bound."

Lisa pressed her slender fingers on Roland's lips and gently dissuaded:
  "No nonsense! Listen to me, Miss Sif's character is too pure. She can't accept this now unless you become an irreplaceable presence in her life."

"You help her realize her wish, and the opportunity will come. In a few years, if you still remember me, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Lisa said gently but firmly: "Listen to me, okay? I know women better than you."

"Then who are we now?"

"Of course it's my sister and brother! We'll talk about the rest after you catch up with her."

Maybe she thought it was a bit cold to say this, so Lisa gently stroked Roland's cheek and said softly:

"We have been a family for a long time. My sister is helping my stupid brother chase his wife."

This is indeed the result Roland wants.

Lisa knew him too well.

The moment Roland said I want it all, I understood what Roland meant.

Sif is the white rose in his heart, sacred and inviolable.

She is the bright red flower blooming quietly next to the white rose.

Love pet drips from the white rose and falls on the petals of the little flower.

This is enough.

She never wanted to compete with the bright moon, she just wanted to stay quietly by Roland's side, have a quiet nest at home, and be able to share her joys and sorrows with Roland.

Her wish was so simple.

Lisa put her hands on Roland's shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and conveyed the warmth from her lips to his cheeks like a dragonfly.

Then, she pushed Roland out of the kitchen forcefully.

The corners of her lips were filled with secret joy of a successful sneak attack.

She recalled the sweetness of sneaking a rock candy from her mother's candy jar when she was little.

Roland's words made her feel one part sad, two parts relieved, three parts secretly happy and four parts expectant.

At least you don't have to worry about leaving Roland.

Holding the boning knife tightly, she gently cut through the most tender meat. She forgot about what she had just done and focused on the ingredients in front of her.

This is what [the chef] should focus on.

After breakfast, Roland went to Sif's mansion.

Lisa did not accompany them, but went to the Knights.

Sif also has a crush on Roland, which was exposed on the stage yesterday.

Their progress will be accelerated as long as the obstructionist is temporarily offline.

What she worried about before is now what she looks forward to.

Sif Mansion, small study.

Roland smiled and conveyed joy to Sif, "Sif, I have a breakthrough."

"So soon, when?"

"Last night." Roland said with a smile, "I'm ahead of you this time."

Sif smiled and shook her head, "Not necessarily. I also made a breakthrough last night, and it's a special profession."

"What a coincidence?"

Roland and Sif looked at each other with surprise at the same time.

There is no need to hide anything in front of Sif, and their paths to promotion do not conflict.

After listening to Roland's introduction, Sif's eyes looked a little strange. After a long time, she slowly said:
  "Perhaps yesterday's performance was too successful. In my dream, I really saw the hometown of the elves that was very similar to what you described. Unfortunately, it has declined. I only found a green crown."

"That crown was so beautiful that I couldn't help but wear it, and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was the eighth-level elf princess, and I received many fragments of the elf heritage. Although it was not complete, it was enough. ”

Sif smiled proudly.

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