in the name of the queen

Chapter 38 The best thank you gift
  The carriage started slowly and sped away.

The speed is fast, but the cabin is not bumpy.

The streets of this era were paved with stone slabs, and the roads were uneven. Domestic garbage and animal excrement could be seen everywhere.

Some people even maliciously speculated that the way the nobles walked cautiously on tiptoes and holding the corners of their skirts was to avoid stepping on dirty things.

This statement is recognized by most people.

What makes the carriage stable is the magic circle under the carriage.

The most advanced magic array must take into account multiple functions such as vertical stability, temperature control, buffering, power and even defense.

Most of the cost of a high-end carriage is spent on the magic circle.

The petrochemical raw materials in the plane of Theia were exhausted in the previous eras, directly announcing that the era of the internal combustion engine was over before it even began. The magical civilization also fell together with the creation tower of the magic empire in the pre-magical era.

It's called the New Era, but it's actually a civilization depression in the history of the plane.

Sif, who was sitting in the carriage, was thinking about the heavy topic of the future of mankind. She was deeply involved in another annoying thing that made her upset.

Roland firmly believed that she and the Queen were two different people.

He usually has a sharp gaze and is extremely smart, but he is very powerful in this matter.

This is probably what the sages said, "No matter how smart a person is, there are times when he is confused."

This beautiful misunderstanding is almost impossible to explain.

She was not familiar with Roland at first, so naturally she would not tell him the truth.

Thinking back carefully, the opportunity only lasts for a moment, when the mask is taken off.

Tell the truth while letting him see the "truth."

If she missed that moment, when Roland sought benefits for Count Sif in the name of the Queen, she completely lost the chance to speak.

How could it be embarrassing for Roland to confess now?

Just as Sif was holding her little face in distress, the carriage slowly stopped.

The carriage did not drive into Sheffield Castle, but to the Walder house.

Reporting to the Queen is simple, completed in an instant on the sea of ​​consciousness.

Notifying teachers is not easy.

Teachers can't stand bad news.

Sif carefully told Walder the tidbits from The Sun, but the teacher had no reaction.

Just when Sif was surprised, he asked slowly: "Does it have any impact?"

"Of course!"

Sif almost jumped with excitement.

What a joke!
  She has never even held hands with someone of the opposite sex of similar age, yet she is slandered as a bad woman with a chaotic private life and even pregnancy. Isn't this serious?
  Faced with the students' complaints, Wald smiled and shook his head, "These are all trivial matters. Think about the specific reasons slowly."

It's not that he deliberately manipulated it, but it's really inconvenient to say.

This child Sylph is so pure that she doesn't look like she comes from the royal family.

Compared with those members of the royal family and aristocracy whose private lives were chaotic and corrupt, she was like a dust-free elf in the sea of ​​flowers.

Sif looked up at the teacher and asked softly: "What about Roland's suggestion?"

She is somewhat conflicted.

If the teacher vetoed Roland, it would be difficult for her to support either side.

"Of course it must be implemented! Even if the slander is harmless, it cannot be offended casually. The Plantagenet family can ignore it, but the person behind the contributor cannot be ignored."

A cold light flashed in Walder's originally cloudy eyes, and he said coldly: "Leave this matter to me. If someone bullies my good student, how can a teacher ignore it?"

"Go and remind Roland that you should also pay attention to the bards in the square. They like to read newspaper stories to illiterate citizens to shut them up."

"be quick!"

Looking at Sif's hurried away figure, Walder had a proud smile on his lips.

Although the little fox Roland is smart, he is nowhere near as mature and stable as him.

You have to rely on him at critical moments.

Seeing that the sun was gradually turning westward, Sif hurriedly left, and the carriage started again, heading straight to the slums with extremely poor environment.

When the carriage entered the slums, the children playing on the roadside stopped and got out of the way as if they were ghosts.

Children cannot recognize the quality of the carriage, but they know that those who can ride in the carriage are powerful people.

If you are hit by a carriage, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

If you block the road of the nobles, you will only pay a small amount of money if you are killed.

Under the hateful gazes of the children, the carriage quickly arrived at Roland's mansion.

Sif hurriedly got out of the car and frowned as she looked at the garbage everywhere on the ground. She bit her pink lips, rolled up the hem of her skirt in her hands, and got out of the car on tiptoes.

She is now willing to believe that nobles are trained to stand on tiptoe so as not to step on garbage.

The coachman ran over quickly and knocked hard on the door.

"Tom, knock gently!"

Sif frowned, that was so rude.

The driver's hand shrank slightly, and he quickly stopped banging on the door and called for the door to be opened.

The door opened slowly, not Roland, but Lisa.

Looking at each other, Sif and Lisa had an idea at the same time.

why you?

Where is Roland?
  Fortunately, Lisa's mind moved quickly. She greeted Sif with a smile, "Roland didn't come back. I thought he was with you."

"Not back? Then do you know where he often goes at night?" Sif was a little anxious.

"If it's normal, it's probably the library."

Sif mentally rejected Lisa's speculation.

Roland would definitely not go to the library when encountering such a big thing.

Seeing that the night was approaching and the bard was about to start performing under the street lights, Sif ignored the search for Roland and directly ordered the carriage to rush towards the Square of King's Power.

Solve the problem first and think about the consequences later.

If there is still a minstrel show tonight, then the coachman violently interferes.

Tom was no ordinary coachman, he was very good at fighting.

If you can find a reason, arrest him in a high-sounding way; if you can't find a reason, arrest him first and then discuss it later!

Sif bit her lip and thought.

When she put on the mask and hurriedly got off the carriage and stood in the King's Power Square, she was shocked to see Roland already under the streetlight.

The bard was indeed performing, but the content was not for today's "The Sun" but for what Roland would be submitting tomorrow.

Has he already thought of it?

Although wearing a mask, Roland still recognized Sif in the crowd.

Some people are born extraordinary, and they will always be the most dazzling presence in the vast sea of ​​people.

Such as Sif.

Roland could always recognize her at a glance when more than five hundred people gathered.

He squeezed his way through the crowd and came to Sif with a smile.

"Why are you here? Have you reported to His Majesty?"

"Ah."

"What did she say?" Roland asked curiously.

"She took your advice and thank you for everything you did." Sif said quietly.

Roland thought to himself, this is not bad.

It’s okay to work hard, but you can’t go behind the leader’s back. She needs to be told harshly.

Not only do you have to be able to do things, but you also have to let people who can promote you see how hard you work.

"Roland, how did you convince them? Bards are all arrogant guys."

Sif cleverly changed the subject.

Roland opened his left hand with a beautiful gold coin in his palm, then clenched his right hand into a fist and said with a smile:

"Bards are people too and need to eat."

He shook his fist and said, "As long as you have enough patience, communication is not difficult."

Sif was amused by Roland.

This guy was always so humorous in front of her, but he never concealed his fierce and cold side in front of others.

"Thank you."

Perhaps feeling that saying thank you in vain was too perfunctory, Sif winked at the coachman and asked him to bring the money bag, preparing to reward Roland with a bag of gold coins.

Roland saw through her thoughts and quickly waved his hand to stop her.

He opened his right hand, and the crystal pendant that could summon the White Rose Knight was in his palm.

"The best thank you gift I've ever had."

(End of this chapter)