in the name of the queen

Chapter 49 Are you also a royalist?

October 1791, 10 in the New Calendar of the Magic Era, a seemingly ordinary day.

Sussex Sunshine was as stingy as ever and refused to come out to meet people.

The gloomy haze urged people to take an early rest.

As night falls, the imperial capital quickly hides under the dark night.

But where there is darkness there is light.

The main ballroom at Fort Sheffield was brightly lit as daylight.

The darkness outside has nothing to do with this place.

As night falls, carriages drive into Sheffield Castle to join the feast.

In this hierarchical world, even the way to enter the castle shows the differences in levels.

The royal members first entered the back garden of Sheffield Castle, and then entered the banquet hall through the back door in a palace carriage.

Officials, nobles and special guests from all walks of life enter the palace from the main entrance, and then enter in order from low to high in order of status and status.

The order in which everyone enters is very particular.

If the Duke entered the banquet before the Count, it would be a serious organizational mistake and could even be considered a malicious offense.

Fortunately, the palace manager is well-informed, and he has arranged many high-end dinner parties with only two to three hundred people, so he can't go wrong.

Roland is different from them.

He was neither a member of the royal family nor an ordinary guest, so he did not go through the front door or the back door, but entered sideways.

Not many people can enter and exit through the side entrance of Sheffield Castle, but Earl Sif is among them.

Roland rode her carriage naturally without any obstruction.

The palace guard opened the door for him very respectfully.

They didn't know Roland, they were just doing it for Count Sif's sake.

Roland lifted the curtain of the car window and took a look, sighing: "What a pity."

"What's the pity?" Lisa, who was so nervous that her fingertips were sweating, didn't even dare to look out the car window. She was trembling and embarrassed for fear of being caught by the guards as a thief.

Listening to Lisa's slight trembling, Roland casually leaned over and whispered in her ear:

"I have read many novels. The plot at this time should be that the guard looks down on others, stops the protagonist from talking nonsense, and then gets slapped in the face."

Although she was still nervous, Lisa was still teased by Roland and laughed.

"Nonsense, how can there be such a stupid person? People who can work in Fort Sheffield have been carefully selected and have good eyesight. Besides, how can anyone use an arrogant fool to guard the door?"

Roland smiled, held Lisa's hand with his backhand, and said softly: "Are you not nervous anymore?"

"Nervous? Nonsense! When did I get nervous?"

"Your left eyelashes are trembling very badly." Roland didn't look back and just said lightly.

"Okay, I admit I'm a little nervous. Is there any way you can control your nervousness?" Lisa bit her lip and gave up the idea of ​​being tough to the end.

Roland used a little force to cover her soft palm with his other hand.

Lisa instantly understood that Roland was also nervous, and his palms were sweating.

Of course he would not tell Lisa that he was nervous not because of the salon itself, but because of possible accidents in the salon.

Alina's note was clearly written, but the content was very vague.

"Dear author, more people like tragedy, don't forget it."

Damn the Riddler, what does this mean?
  This sentence can be interpreted in many ways.

The first is the literal meaning. This interpretation can be ruled out directly. Alina is not that boring.

Since it is not a literal meaning, it must be a hint.

People who like tragedy?

Most of the guests attending tonight's dinner have a happy life. In their spare time, they probably like to read tragic novels and the like.

Alina is an astrologer and loves being the Riddler.

But she wasn't bored enough to send an intelligence agent to sneak into his house and leave the note.

Although the handwriting was different, the spelling mistake that Jin Yuan talents tended to make exposed their identity.

After so much effort, it was natural to pass important information to him. Unfortunately, there is too little useful information. The only information that can be extracted is that someone wants to deal with him.

If it weren't for this note, he really wouldn't be nervous.

He decided to have a good chat with Alina after the banquet. At least he would know the style of her code words, so that he would not be confused again when he received a note next time.

In any case, this dinner was destined to be anything but peaceful.

It's the only thing he knows.

Since he didn't know what would happen, Roland didn't bother to think about it.

Holding Lisa's hands together and feeling each other's wetness, the tension between the two of them eased a lot.

Although Roland was nervous, he was not panicked.

After all, this is a literary salon held by the Queen, and even if someone is looking for trouble, it will still be a literary fight.

You can't take out your pistol and duel him at the royal banquet.

Roland held her slightly trembling hand, and Lisa's nervousness eased a lot.

She suddenly remembered Teacher Margaret's teachings, "If you really don't know what to do, just do nothing. Not doing it will never be wrong."

She thought about it.

Just find a corner to bloom shyly.

Or simply focus on a variety of beautifully prepared foods.

The food in Sussex can be called dark cuisine, but the palace cuisine at Sheffield Castle is outstanding.

The most ideal career path for top Golden Kite chefs is Sussex's upper class.

Nothing is classier than a palace, so here are some of the best chefs in the world.

Lisa made up her mind to fill her mouth with delicious food and not to talk too much and make trouble.

Earl Sif's carriage entered the backyard of the palace from the side door, and guards immediately came to greet them and guide them to wait in the back garden for the time being.

Roland is the protagonist tonight, so naturally he cannot appear too early.

Waiting was boring, so Roland simply got out of the car to get some fresh air.

Lisa was wearing an evening dress, so it was not convenient for her to get out of the car and accompany him.

Shortly after Roland got off the bus, another carriage slowly drove in.

Roland looked over curiously and recognized the emblem of the Plantagenet family.

He didn't want to meet the Plantagenet family on such an occasion, but before he could get back to the carriage, the carriage window over there had stretched out his hand to wave to him.

The other party had already sent out an invitation, and it would be rude to pretend not to see it, so Roland simply got on the Plantagenet family's carriage.

Before he could say hello, the passengers in the carriage had already taken off their hats and bowed slightly to him.

"Mr. Roland, although you are a long-term writer for our newspaper, this is the first time we have met. Let me introduce you to me, Rupert, who is currently the president of The Sun."

"It turns out to be Earl Preston, disrespectful."

Meeting in a carriage does not require complicated etiquette.

Roland bowed slightly to say hello.

He was slightly shuddering. Was it Rupert's arrangement to meet in the carriage? Meeting in such a small space can virtually shorten the distance between people.

"Relax, my friend, I mean no harm."

Rupert smiled and said: "You are a friend of Count Sif, and you will be the head of the Royal Knights after tonight. Naturally, you are a member of the Royalist Party. We are fellow travelers."

Roland narrowed his eyes, thinking about how to respond.

Seeing Roland's vigilant expression, Rupert teased disapprovingly: "You should have read the contents of the Sun. You can master so much first-hand information. Of course I have a complete intelligence network."

"You know, there is no intelligence network in Sussex that is more incompetent than O.I., so it's not surprising that I have some inside information."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I just think the term royalist is a bit strange. After all, the Royal Knights exist because of the Queen."

"Do you reject this title in your heart?"

Rupert snorted softly, his voice turned cold, "The Sussex Empire's imperial power is supreme, and now it has reached the point where the royalists dare not admit their identity out loud. It's really sad."

(End of this chapter)