in the name of the queen

Chapter 6 Sister, we are the champions!

wake up.

Roland stood up sadly.

In the dream, the elf girl held her chin in her hands, with a smile on her lips, listening to him make up a love story about a poor boy and the queen across class, listening to him talk about the three-year agreement, and watching him tilt his lips to act out the coming of the dragon king.

No matter what the story was, she listened patiently.

The smile of the elf girl is the best hymn.

Good dream, but unfortunately I have to wake up eventually.

The moment he opened his eyes, he had never been in love, but was already out of love.

At the most powerless age, I met the first girl I fell in love with, and it was in my dream.

The world is as cruel as ever.

Roland got up numbly, washed, changed clothes, found a suitcase and put his belongings in it.

Although there is nothing valuable worth bringing, you can't be empty-handed and let the Golden Kite laugh at Sussex for being poor and begging for food.

Even if you are begging for food, you must be neatly groomed and look good.

It's impossible to go to work. You have to work tomorrow, so what kind of work do you have to do today?

But the post office must go.

The novel manuscript I worked so hard on is still in the office.

At least leave a souvenir.

Goodbye, Sussex.

Goodbye, royal essay.

Literary dreams be damned!
  After packing up, he straightened his collar and left the humble residence where he had lived for eighteen years.

When walking out of the house, a gust of autumn wind blew by, scattering countless sycamore leaves, which inevitably made the young man who was about to leave home feel a little desolate.

When he arrived at the post office, it was almost after get off work time. A few people were sitting in the lobby communicating with the clerk. The waitress at the front desk had no smile on her tired face.

Everyone was busy and he seemed like an outsider.

Just as he was moving to go upstairs, Lisa appeared in a hurry.

"Roland, there is a distinguished lady in your office."

"Aristocratic lady?"

Roland suddenly became alert. He lowered his voice and asked, "How many people did she bring? Where are her men ambush?"

"ambush?"

Lisa said softly: "This noble lady only brought the housekeeper and maid, not the soldiers. She is reading the novel you wrote in the office. Do you want to go over and have a look?"

No armed personnel?

It doesn't look like he's arresting anyone.

Anyway, I am idle, so there is no harm in going to see him.

When Korrun thought about it, his mood became much calmer.

Isn't she just a noble lady? It's not like Her Majesty the Queen is waiting to interrogate him in her office.

As he went upstairs, his steps regained their vigor.

"Dear young lady, I am Roland, the clerk of the Imperial Post Office. What can I do for you?"

Roland stood at the door of the office and knocked lightly on the door.

The aristocratic girl said nothing and just pointed to the seat opposite.

Roland casually sat down opposite and looked at the noble girl with interest.

Unfortunately, nothing can be seen.

She wore tight clothes and a butterfly mask on her face, obviously not wanting to show her true appearance in front of civilians.

Typical arrogance of an old Sussex aristocrat.

In their eyes, it is offensive for civilians to breathe the same blue sky air as them.

After a moment, the noble girl closed the manuscript and asked softly: "Did young Arthur marry Redbeard's daughter after completing his three-year contract? After all, they were lovers."

"Red Beard's daughter broke the engagement in public, and of course Arthur would not marry her. In the end, Red Beard's daughter became Arthur's slave."

"How could this happen? I thought Arthur still loved her?" The aristocratic girl put her white fingers on her lips and murmured softly.

"Arthur does love her. If he didn't, Arthur should kill her whole family."

Noble girl: "."

Roland's expression was also a little unnatural.

These barbarians from another world don't understand Shuangwen at all, they are just playing the piano to an ox.

"My dear lady, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Sorry, I was so absorbed in reading a novel that I haven't had time to introduce myself yet. I am Sif Tyrone, Earl of Tyrone. I saw your name in the candidates for the royal essay competition. I admire your name and come to visit." The noble girl stood up. Holding the hem of her skirt, she performed a standard noble lady gesture.

Although she couldn't see her face, her movements were elegant and graceful, and her movements had an indescribable noble temperament.

Roland didn't expect the other party to be so polite, but he was a little confused.

He didn't even know what to say in return.

Gentleman's courtesy? He is not an aristocrat.

military salute? He is not a soldier.

Knighthood? He is not a knight.

While hesitating, he looked at the girl and gave her a focused gaze.

Fortunately, Miss Sif didn't care about his rudeness and just motioned for him to sit down.

"Are these novels written by you?"

Roland silently apologized to his colleagues in the other world, and after using the excuse that "it won't affect their profits in this world" as an excuse, he said calmly:

"At least in this world, their copyright belongs to me."

"Your words are full of humor unique to writers." Sif pursed her lips and chuckled.

She discussed the plot of the book with Roland with great interest.

Because these books have experienced submission failures, they all have no endings, so Sif is naturally curious about the ending of the story.

After Roland briefly told the ending, the curiosity in Sif's eyes became more and more intense.

"Mr. Roland, your stories seem to have happy endings, which seems to be different from the mainstream tragedy writing methods in the literary world. You must know that the most famous works in our country's literary world are the four major tragedies."

Roland shrugged and said calmly: "I can understand. Most of the people who study are aristocrats or social elites. They generally have no pressure in life. While they have wealth and beauties, they also lose their worries, so they want to read in literary works. You’re asking for trouble.”

"What they like is not tragedy, but psychological satisfaction."

"I prefer to write stories for ordinary people. So I hope to write more stories about kind people with good endings and family reunions."

"There are already many stories dedicated to nobles, and I am one of them."

Sif looked at Roland silently. She could feel that Roland was venting some emotions that had been accumulated for a long time through the words just now.

The image of a down-and-out writer who was willing to write stories for ordinary people and full of literary character was quickly completed in her mind.

She almost took out the invitation letter and handed it to Roland, but a gust of breeze blew through the leaky window and she suddenly woke up.

"Is this the reason why you wrote such a shocking work as "Oh my God, Her Majesty the Queen is pregnant, who did it?"?"

"Do ordinary people like this kind of novel?"

Facing Countess Sif's soul questioning, Roland knew very well that this was a special envoy sent by the Queen to inspect him.

Maybe he should put on a good show, maybe he should take the opportunity to explain that Her Majesty was a princess when he wrote, and that he didn't mean to slander.

But the words turned into a "Yes."

Just kidding, violent pornography is always the most eye-catching topic, coupled with the hazy beauty brought by the queen's noble status, who can control it?
  The air fell into a deathly silence.

The silence was deafening.

After a long time, Earl Sif said softly: "I understand that you are not hurting the Queen's reputation, it is just necessary for the plot."

"Dear Miss Sif, you are truly a wise man bathed in the light of wisdom."

Roland did not hesitate to praise him.

If Her Majesty was half as smart as Earl Sif, why would he bother?
  Seeing Roland's relieved expression, Count Sif said softly: "I am a close friend of Her Majesty the Queen, and she entrusted me to examine your literary talent."

"Congratulations, you won the essay competition championship."

Count Sif took out an invitation from the small crocodile skin bag he carried with him, pressed it on the table and pushed it forward.

The invitation floated in front of Roland and stopped slowly.

"In two weeks, Her Majesty the Queen will hold the first Art Salon of her reign at Sheffield Castle, and the winner of the essay competition will attend the salon as a special guest."

"You have never been to such a party, right? Don't worry, the dress and etiquette teachers have been specially prepared."

Sif stood up and prepared to leave.

Roland quickly stood up and prepared to see him off.

"If you want to thank me, write these stories in full. I want to read them."

Count Sif left these words and left.

Two maids held floor-length skirts, and the figure of the noble girl gradually disappeared at the door.

Haha, I finally don’t need to moisturize anymore.

Roland couldn't help but want to laugh wildly.

But after laughing, he realized the seriousness of another thing.

What to do with the agreement with the female spy Jin Yuan?
  (End of this chapter)