in the name of the queen

Chapter 63 A fire in winter
  "Roland, let's move as soon as possible. Miss Sif's workers are working overtime these days. The new house has been packed up and the furniture is complete."

When Lisa happily announced the good news, Roland, who had just picked up his knife and fork, was stunned for a long time before he realized that she was talking about the house on Belfa Street.

These days, he was busy attending banquets, killing people, grabbing treasures, and scheming. He almost forgot that he had such a small house under his name.

Seeing Sister Lisa's happy expression, Roland felt a little complicated.

He wanted to remind Lisa that this house would be out to sea soon, but the words disappeared without a trace before he reached his lips.

Instead of trusting Lisa to keep the secret, start with him.

Lisa's mood was written all over her face.

She moved into a new house but was not happy. Everyone knew that she had something on her mind. If you peel back the cocoon, you might be able to dig out their secret plan.

Just because the Military Intelligence Bureau is a loser does not mean that the intelligence system of the ministers is useless.

Fortunately, there is still some time.

At least they have to wait until the knights are reorganized before they can go to sea.

No matter what, it will take three or four months.

Winters in Sussex are not cold, but can be somewhat wet.

The new home’s huge fireplace is just the thing to beat the winter chill.

With such an atmosphere, why use cold reality to crush Lisa's dream.

He smiled softly, chewed the steak in his mouth, and swallowed.

"Okay, but there's something to do before we move."

"What?" Lisa was a little curious. Is there anything more important than moving?

"Go to the post office and resign. Say goodbye to M. Troyes."

Lisa's smile froze at the corners of her lips.

Moving to a new home would be too far from the post office.

Moreover, Roland is already the leader of the Knights and cannot continue to stay at the post office.

A month ago, he was still an unknown author, but now he has become a well-known writer in the literary world of the "Megatron" empire.

Not only that, he often visited the palace and chatted and laughed with the countess.

She had long been unable to understand the ambition flowing in Roland's eyes.

Although she successfully embarked on the path of transcendence, Lisa knew very well that the distance between her and Roland had not shortened, but was even widening.

She put away her sigh and covered it up with laughter, "When you leave the post office, I and other colleagues will miss you very much."

"Why do you want me? You also resign." Roland said calmly.

The spoon in Lisa's hand trembled suddenly, and the rich fish soup accidentally fell on the table.

She quickly stood up and looked for the rag, not daring to look at Roland at all.

"I, I'm used to staying at the post office. Besides, I also need a salary. I can't live and eat at your house for free."

"I'll introduce you to a new job."

Roland smiled and extended the invitation, "You have studied accounting and are also very good at mathematics. The Knights need a logistics officer, and I feel relieved if you can do it."

"But I am not a knight at all, and I have no qualifications. Others will not be convinced. If you appoint people around you like this, it will definitely arouse criticism, which will damage your reputation."

Roland finished his second bite of steak, his knife and fork stopped in the air, and he teased softly:
  "Damage your reputation? Could it be worse than 'the pretty boy kept by Her Majesty the Queen'?"

Lisa: "."

That's right, Roland's reputation is already so bad that it's hard to get any worse.

Nepotism is nothing compared to the scandal of getting up the Queen's skirt.

So it turns out that having a bad reputation has positive effects?
  Lisa couldn't be happy at all and even felt sorry for Roland.

"It's so unfair! You didn't do anything, why are you slandering your innocence like this!"

Roland smiled and shook his head, "Isn't it fair? Then it is even more unfair for me to become the leader of the Knights. Besides, this slander is not directed at me, but at the Queen."

"Sister, take it apart and see what's fair."

"Just ice?" Lisa seemed to understand something.

"Yes, fairness is like an ice cube, crystal clear and frozen in beauty. However, as long as you are passionate about it, you will find that it will quickly turn into a puddle of water and disappear."

Roland finished his lunch quickly and stood up calmly.

"Let's go, sister. Put on beautiful clothes and say goodbye to your friends happily." Although Roland was a bit domineering by taking the decision without permission, Lisa was not angry at all, and she couldn't even hide the smile on her lips.

After the meal, Roland changed his clothes and waited for Lisa downstairs.

This wait lasted forty minutes.

Roland was not impatient at all, he just looked quietly at the gray sky.

The time a girl takes to go downstairs is directly proportional to her appearance.

In ancient and modern times, it is like this.

My sister's beauty is incomparable to that of Sif, but she is still a beauty in the slums. Even if she joins a noble salon, she is still in the upper class. It is reasonable to wait a little longer.

Looking at the gray sky, half of Roland's good mood disappeared. Although he had lived in Sussex for eighteen years, he could never get used to this damn fog.

I heard that Brook and Hansa are good places with bright sunshine and moist sea breeze.

I really want to go early.

Just after Roland completed the "Overseas Adventures" in his mind, Lisa finally came out.

Hearing the sound of high heels colliding with the stairs, Roland turned back casually and his eyes quickly fell into Lisa's slightly red dimples.

She wore a skirt that she rarely wore, her red lip gloss was particularly dazzling, and her long flaxen hair was tied up and neatly combed.

Paired with a dainty satchel and translucent crystal pumps, it doesn't feel like quitting your job at all.

It's more like going to a party.

Roland glanced at Lisa's ankle, paused for a moment, and teased softly:
  "It's very beautiful. Are you going to just walk over there?"

With the road conditions of this era, the chance of spraining your feet while wearing high heels is very high.

Lisa pinched the hem of her skirt and turned it in a circle, and said with a smile: "Of course not, I just want you to take a look first, how about it?"

With the light rotation, the crimson dress burned like a flame at noon in winter.

Roland didn't speak, but there were flames dancing in the depths of his pupils.

If you are not good at words, focusing on your eyes can also be a sincere compliment.

Perhaps because he had spent so much time together and witnessed Lisa's growth, Roland's impression of Lisa was that she was a beauty, but he had no idea how beautiful she actually was.

Now he knows.

Lisa lowered her head slightly, bit her lip and reminded, "Hold on to me, I need to change my shoes."

Her heartbeat was a little fast.

Wearing high heels for exercise is indeed tiring, even if she is already a transcendent.

She never asked who was more beautiful than Sif.

She wants neither complimentary lies nor hurtful truths.

She quickly put on her leather boots, carefully wrapped the crystal high heels and put them in her satchel.

This is a gift from Her Majesty the Queen, and I would be reluctant to wear it.

But today is different.

Resigning from the post office is the beginning of a new chapter in life.

A journey of a thousand miles starts with every step.

Wearing dazzling glass slippers and a crimson dress that turned into flames, she made a shining appearance and turned around gracefully in the envious eyes of the general manager and colleagues.

Like a dream.

But it's coming.

Walking side by side with Roland, the dinner scene came to Lisa's mind again.

When can she stand at the center of the stage like Her Majesty the Queen and become the shining star?

But she knew it was fantasy.

The ugly duckling never turns into a white swan.

The cygnets that can turn into white swans are little swans that look like ugly ducklings.

The stories Roland brings are always so true.

So cruel.

(End of this chapter)