in the name of the queen

Chapter 19 I Have a Queen Friend

The mist curls up, and the fragrant fragrance of tea hits your face.

Perhaps because of the awkwardness of the zero-tacit cooperation just now, neither Roland nor Sif spoke, but just drank tea in silence.

Under the sunset of late autumn, warm black tea can not only dispel the chill of autumn, but also make the embarrassment gradually disappear.

The maid poured the tea, saw Sif waving, and asked Roland if he had any requests. After receiving the answer, she bowed and left.

The maid who knows her master when she meets her, the beautiful and elegant maid and the devil maid in Alina's mansion are simply two extremes.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Sif's heartbeat gradually calmed down and she said softly:
  "Roland, there is a painting on the wall behind you. What do you think of the painting?"

This was obviously a waste of words. Roland knew that Sif was trying to lighten the atmosphere, so he turned around and looked at the painting.

Roland was stunned after just one glance. The girl in the painting was beautiful, but that wasn't the key. The key was that the girl in the painting was at least eighty-nine points similar to the elf he met in his dream.

Although he does not have the characteristics of the elves such as the pointed, slender and long ears, his milky and silky skin is very similar to the elegant and tranquil forest atmosphere.

The face is almost the same as that of the elf girl.

If there is such a girl in reality, she will definitely trigger a war between the two countries and be the most beautiful woman in the modern era.

"This girl is so beautiful that words cannot describe it. Fortunately, she is just the one in the painting."

"How do you say that?" Sif raised her eyebrows and asked softly.

"If such a beautiful girl existed in reality, she would definitely bring trouble to all living beings."

Xif murmured leisurely: "Having trouble for all living beings? Your wording is still so vivid. You are right. Without enough strength, being too beautiful is not a good thing."

After thinking for a moment, she said slowly: "Turn around."

Roland turned around obediently.

Then he saw the person in the painting sitting opposite.

The world has lost its color.

All the colors and lights are concentrated on Sif's face.

Roland's heart stopped.

He almost stood up and asked if the elf in the dream was you?
  But he held back.

If you look closely, they all have different looks, and their temperaments are completely different.

Compared with the ignorance and simplicity of the elf girl, there is a hint of sadness in Sif's clear eyes that is difficult to detect but makes people feel heartbroken.

It’s not the boredom and sadness of a young girl in spring feeling that the petals have fallen all over the floor, but the sadness of being unable to solve a difficult problem.

She has something on her mind.

Roland was only a little bit close to unilaterally declaring his divorce, but his mind was still clear.

Men like pretty eighteen-year-old girls.

But a wise man will not be so simple as to marry someone based on appearance.

The dense tea mist happened to drift in front of me, and the beautiful face was a little blurred in the mist.

The mist is blown by a breeze and looks like a river.

Charlotte, who liked the Count's daughter, was still lying under the Thames River, keeping company with fish every day.

Wake up.

The tea mist in front of you is a thick barrier.

The elves in the dream walked into the painting and drifted out of the painting into reality.

But this is all false.

The real world was still black, white and gray, and Sif's light hurt his eyes. But he quickly calmed down and even felt a little disappointed.

This world is not perfect after all.

People will always criticize the 99-point player for not getting full marks, and the same goes for Roland's loss.

Sif was not surprised by the gaze she saw for the first time.

She always wears a mask or veil, not arrogant, just troublesome.

However, the next change in Roland's eyes surprised her.

Roland's expression showed no greed, no surprise, and no humiliation, but only loss.

Lost?

The temperature on Sif's cheeks rose rapidly.

Do I look so disappointing?
  How rude!

She didn't want Roland to be seduced by beauty and stare at her with greedy eyes. But that doesn't mean she accepts that Roland thinks she's not beautiful enough.

Although she was unhappy, Sif managed her emotions well and said softly:
  "Roland, I don't have many friends, except Her Majesty the Queen, who is you. My teacher taught me to treat friends with sincerity. So I show my true appearance."

"Everyone has secrets. There are some things you will know later, but not now."

Roland's eyes hurt Sif's self-esteem.

But she recognized Roland.

Men who are not seduced by beauty either have sexual orientation issues or are extremely self-disciplined.

Roland is obviously the latter.

She decided to accept Teacher Mary's suggestion and train Roland as a classmate.

She does not have much capital to attract young talents.

Then just be more sincere.

"Tell me, if something is so urgent that you need to send a handwritten letter to the palace, you should come to me." She blew on the floating leaves and continued to calm her emotions by drinking tea.

"I sold the essay champion."

Roland knew that Sif was very busy, so he explained the situation in the concise style of an essay.

"puff!"

Tea sprayed all over the table. Xif's face turned red and she showed no graceful attitude.

She has seen the world.

She has experienced her father's death, what scene has she not seen?

But he was still choked by Roland.

Even if Roland wrote a love poem to express his love on the spot, she wouldn't be surprised. Although it was outrageous, it was still logical.

However, what Roland is doing now is completely unreasonable.

"How much did it cost?"

Sif bit her lip. Although her voice was soft, chill filled the room.

"Fifteen hundred pounds." Roland was honest.

Sif slowly put down the teacup, her lips trembling slightly, "This is the championship I gave you. I won for you from Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Without me, you would have been hanged in the Forum."

Of course Roland would not say that without Sif, he would have brought Lisa Run Golden Kite with him.

But this can't be said. If you don't say it, you have to acquiesce to Sif's statement.

Sif pressed her temples with her slender fingers, trying to calm herself down.

She almost didn't do it, but luckily she remembered Teacher Wald's teachings.

"Even the most heinous felons have the right to a defense."

The teacher was right, at least let Roland finish what he said.

Sif breathed a long sigh of relief, and the soft voice disappeared, replaced by coldness.

"You can quibble."

Roland was relieved, Sif's performance far exceeded his expectations.

Teacher Mary had hinted to him that she would recommend him to a certain powerful royal girl.

Roland thought about it for a moment and understood.

It's definitely not the Queen, but Sif.

Compared to the Queen, whom she had never met before and could kill someone in a fit of rage, Sif was obviously closer to her.

Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, the queen is too dangerous.

He and Sif were at least friends.

To be a friend, you only need to be pleasing to your eyes, but if you are doing things for Sif, you have to consider whether the leader is worth following.

Sif was observing Roland, and Roland was observing her.

Here at Roland, Sif scores a lot.

He also understood that his starting score in Sif's heart had dropped to zero and it was time for him to get a higher score.

Roland took a sip of tea, gathered his thoughts, and told the truth about the whole process of entering the publishing house and being threatened and bribed by Byron.

During the narration, Roland also presented his own analysis process.

As he spoke, Sif's face gradually softened, and finally became extremely solemn.

"Roland, there's no need for this, it's too dangerous."

Roland recalled the past and said leisurely: "My father's fighting skills are very good. Under his stick teaching, it is not difficult for my fighting skills to deal with gangsters."

"But they're in the dark."

Sif said anxiously: "I can let the Military Intelligence Agency"

She stopped mid-sentence.

By the time these losers from the Military Intelligence Bureau find out who is behind this, Roland will either have solved the problem or be solved by it.

Sussex ranks first in the world in terms of overall national strength, but the Military Intelligence Agency is a waste.

This is the consensus.

What's even more embarrassing is that she can't even handle these losers.

Sif suddenly felt sad.

If a person can't even control rubbish, isn't that even more rubbish?

Seeing the light in Sif's eyes gradually disappear, Roland could guess what she was thinking.

He felt a little distressed for no reason and blurted out:
  "Miss Xif, we are friends. If you have any difficulties, I will do my best!"

He just feels sorry for his friends, nothing else.

But it's a bit strange to say it no matter how you think about it.

Fortunately, Sif didn't think much and just stared at Roland.

Just when Roland felt a little scared in his heart, Sif said softly: "I don't have any trouble, but I have a good best friend who is the queen of the Sussex Empire. She has many difficulties. Can you help me? Help me think about it for her. Can you do anything?"

(End of this chapter)