in the name of the queen

Chapter 35 The sinful guy

At Sif's insistence, the carriage took Roland directly to his new home.

Looking at the new yard that Roland bought, Xif frowned slightly and secretly blamed herself.

"Roland, I have a manor in the southern suburbs of the city. Although it is a bit small, it is at least a hundred times the size of your current dwelling. It is fully furnished and has more than a dozen servants. If you are not too far away, I will give it to you."

Roland looked at Sif's clear eyes and didn't know where to start.

First of all, a two-story single-family house with an independent courtyard in the core area of ​​the imperial capital is definitely not a small house!

Then, what does it mean to give it to him, and what reason does he use to accept it?

Short hands for holding things from people.

Now that he and Sif are friends, can he still feel confident after taking over the manor?
  Besides, is this what he wants? He wanted to become a real master through his support. A mere manor is nothing. He wants a real castle and lives a depraved life of wine and meat behind closed doors.

Roland smiled and said: "Xif, if you really have an extra yard, why not sell it and cash it out to fund our activities after we go overseas."

He likes money, but he loves money in a wise way.

Don’t even think about giving less than a penny of what you should take, and never reach out for what you shouldn’t take.

The last Mr. Lorry, who liked to stretch his hands, is already suffering in the underworld.

Roland neither accepted nor refused outrightly, but skipped the topic in a half-joking way.

In Sif's mind, his image became even more majestic.

She silently adjusted Roland's evaluation from S- to S.

I originally thought that Roland's desire for money was a bit exaggerated, but it seems that she misunderstood.

Seeing Sif's silence, Roland knew very well that no matter how polite a rejection was, it was still a rejection, and the countess was obviously unhappy.

However, a large manor worth thousands of pounds was a considerable amount of wealth even for Count Sif, so there was no reason to accept it for no reason.

He wants to maintain his independent personality, so naturally he cannot be taken care of.

Considering Sif's delicate and sensitive self-esteem, Roland moved closer, covered the corner of his lips with his right hand, lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
  "Sif, why are you spending this unjust money? We are all working for the Queen, no matter what, we should be rewarded by her, don't you think?"

"I don't believe that Her Majesty the Queen doesn't have a spare manor. Of course, I don't insist on rewards. If her political vision can be a little further and she can convert all these things that cannot be taken away into cash, I would rather have nothing."

Sif: "."

She lowered her head slightly and asked softly: "Do you really want nothing?"

"I want a lot, not just a manor. Now we have limited resources, and every coin must be used wisely."

When it came to money, the atmosphere in the carriage was a little solemn. Roland simply got up and got out of the car. Before leaving, he lowered his voice and reminded:

"Everyone is working in their own interests, no exceptions."

"For the foreseeable future, your interests and mine are aligned."

When it comes to this, it is basically a bright card.

Sif also understood.

Roland missed someone.

A person who neither exists nor exists.

Queen Sylph.

Seeing that Roland was about to leave, Sif stopped him and said softly: "I will find a construction worker for you. This is help from a friend. You are not allowed to refuse."

"Thank you."

Roland smiled and waved to her, then turned and left.

Sif's house is large and needs constant repairs and maintenance. Of course she has channels to find workers, which is better than him being cheated.

This is indeed the kindness of a friend.

The carriage started again and gradually accelerated.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the gray sky of the imperial capital through the curtains, Xif's mood was indescribably beautiful.

It sucks.

Everything sucks.

If there really is Queen Sif in this world, she is just Count Sif.

It was obvious that Roland, like her, was carefully maintaining their relationship and did not use her as a springboard to get close to the Queen.

She was touched.

But as she was moved, she noticed that the situation was changing.

The earl is an earl and the queen is the queen. In Roland's eyes, they are different.

Roland came to help her for her sake and was not familiar with the Queen.

How could she not be moved by being so loyal to friendship. But then came the headache.

She really had no intention of deliberately deceiving Roland.

She is indeed Sif, Earl of Tyrone, but she also has a hidden identity.

It was inappropriate for the Queen to leave Sheffield Castle at will, but the visit of her good friend Earl Tyrone to the palace was nothing.

She and Roland were not familiar with each other at that time, so they would definitely not blow themselves up.

Now they can trust each other, she can take off the veil to reveal her true appearance, but she cannot take off the veil to tell him that the queen is also her.

She is afraid of losing.

The teacher is old, and the only one she can rely on is Roland.

After thinking about it, Sif's eyes lit up and she finally thought of a solution.

If you tell Roland directly, he will probably jump up in anger. Then wait, wait until this guy does something sorry for her.

Then everyone will be even.

Yes, this is what Roland taught her.

"If you ask to open the windows, the other party will probably not agree. Then ask to remove the roof first, and then the other party will probably agree to open the windows."

Just do it!

She really knows how to learn and apply.

Thinking of the perfect solution, Sif was in a good mood, so she stopped the carriage by the Thames River, got off the car and went to the river to enjoy the breeze.

This is the best place for riverside viewing. You can see the wide Thames River turning a big bend and running towards the sea.

This is one of the busiest waterways in the world.

Although there was no sunshine, it was still an interesting experience watching the various ships coming and going.

Sif stood casually on the observation deck, remembering that Roland had said that she should follow the path of being close to the people, and hesitated whether to try to communicate with ordinary people today.

However, she was shocked to find that everyone else was avoiding her.

The originally bustling crowd automatically separated on both sides of her and gradually dispersed.

The hand she had just raised froze in the air. The autumn wind blew in through the gaps in the lace gloves, and her slender fingers felt slightly cold.

This is probably the "thick barrier" Roland said.

The air was like an invisible wall, separating her from others.

Their gorgeous clothes and elegant and noble temperament make them incompatible.

I should try civilian clothes next time.

Sif thought silently.

Just when she thought no one dared to approach her, a newsboy moved cautiously, his eyes full of expectation.

She waved her hand and motioned for the newsboy to come over.

"My dear and beautiful lady, would you like a copy of the Sussex Sun? This special edition is only one shilling."

The newsboy said timidly, the newspaper in his hand trembling slightly.

The lady in front of him was extremely noble, he was betting.

Earn an extra tip or be whipped away by a noble's servant.

Sif doesn’t have pockets for money, but she does have mobile payment tools.

The coachman quickly followed her, asking her for instructions with his eyes, and at the same time tightened his grip on the riding crop in his hand.

If Sif asked him to drive away the newsboy, the whip would be thrown away without hesitation.

"Give him a shilling and a tip of three shillings!"

Shiv had very little contact with small currencies such as shillings and had no idea of ​​purchasing power, so she paid four times the amount casually.

The newsboy looked at the powerful coachman and was a little scared at first, but getting four silver coins made him tremble with excitement.

He quickly bowed to Sif and thanked her, then slipped away even faster.

He had never seen such a kind noble lady.

Even though she was veiled, he was sure of it.

She is very beautiful.

Just like today's newspaper content.

(End of this chapter)