in the name of the queen

Chapter 9 Do you want to rebel?

Although she was a little uneasy, Lisa quickly calmed down.

These troublemakers were just aggressive, but in fact they were no match for Roland.

She and Roland had learned fighting skills from Roland's father since they were young, and their fighting abilities were very good. Even if these excited guys really rushed in, they wouldn't be able to threaten their safety.

Lisa, who had just been shocked, recovered and was instantly dominated by anger.

"Roland, if you're too embarrassed to do anything, I'll do it. I'll deal with these rude guys. You come here to make trouble when you don't have the ability to win the championship. You don't have the dignity of a cultured person. It's so outrageous!"

Roland shook his head, pointed his finger at the tea cup again, and motioned for Lisa to pour tea.

Although Lisa was a little angry, she still poured tea for Roland.

Seeing Roland enjoying tea leisurely and contentedly, she couldn't help but ask:
  "Why don't you beat them?"

"According to the Empire's Public Security Law, beating them up is a mutual assault."

Roland took a sip of tea and said calmly:

"What's more, there are reporters who are sharper than the Military Intelligence Agency. Now open the door to counterattack. The front page of tomorrow's newspaper will be the battle between the winner of the royal essay competition and the loser."

"Sister, we are people with status now. We cannot fight with maggots in the mud."

Lisa: "."

Although he was a little speechless, Roland was right.

Fireproof, burglarproof and reporter-proof.

These guys are simply pervasive, and their sensitivity to hot information is much better than that of the Military Intelligence Agency.

If the brawl scandal is exposed on the front page of a newspaper, Roland's championship may be revoked in order to save the royal family's face.

Even so, seeing that Roland was too calm, she still reminded him softly:
  "Roland, this door cannot block the anger of so many people. Sooner or later they will rush in."

Roland put down the teacup.

"You're right, letting these idiots dirty my sister's new dress will cause trouble."

He stood up, casually tore off a piece of curtain and tied it to the front of the mop, lit the curtain with a match as Lisa watched in confusion, and stretched it out the window to wave it.

"Roland, what are you doing?"

Lisa looked confused.

Roland did not explain, but just waved the curtain cloth in a counterclockwise circle.

At this time, a convoy of guards happened to be passing by on the long street.

When the driver saw Roland waving the curtains, his expression changed slightly, he tightened his grip on the reins, and the guards also stopped.

The Anti-Clockwise Flame Signal was the emergency distress signal for the Sussex Army.

Someone at the Imperial Post Office sent out such a signal, and the situation must be very serious.

Seeing the motorcade stop, Roland made a gesture of smashing the door with his hands, alerting the other party that thugs were smashing the door.

After doing this, Roland sat back on the sofa and continued to sip tea.

Lisa looked at Roland blankly. She had the illusion that she could not understand Roland more and more.

It seems that since half a year ago, he always likes to meditate and doesn't like to talk to her anymore.

If it was Roland a year ago, he would just shout "Sister, save me" when this happens, but now he can sit there and drink tea peacefully.

The door of the post office, the laws of the empire, the passing motorcade are all his tools.

Is this still the simple brother next door?
  She asked subconsciously: "Roland, are these people included in your calculations?"

Roland raised his head and glanced at Lisa, probably guessing what she was thinking, and said with a smile:

"Sister, don't think blindly. I'm just an ordinary person. I was lucky enough to win the prize in the essay contest. The problem is not me, but them. Of course, you must use legal weapons to defend yourself when facing gangsters."

"Legal weapons?" Lisa repeated in a murmur.

"Of course, our Sussex is a country governed by the rule of law. These days, I am studying law in the library just to study the law. Ahem, study how to use the law to protect myself." Roland said seriously.

Lisa looked at the hammered door with some confusion, and murmured softly:

"Legal weapons."

She is an ordinary person, and her attitude towards the law has always been to respect and stay away from it.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the court is no different from hell. Roland actually wants to use the power from hell to protect himself?

This brother with a familiar face became more and more unfamiliar to her.

Just as she couldn't understand how Roland got the essay prize, she also couldn't understand how Roland dared to use the power of hell to protect himself.

Perhaps seeing through her doubts, Roland smiled and pointed to the door, "Who is the bad guy, me or them?"

Lisa would answer this question, "Them!" "Since I am a good person, why should bad people point a stick at me? I want to protect myself."

Roland patted the thick wooden stick beside the chair. "It's a weapon, and so is the law."

Lisa let out a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't trust legal weapons, she believed in the thick stick Roland held.

Just when she was anxious, the dull sound of iron boots on the stairs came from the corridor.

"A crowd gathered to besiege the Imperial Post Office. Do you want to rebel?"

A loud voice came from outside the door, and a big hat was buckled firmly.

The din of excited crowds fell silent for a moment.

Then came the debate.

The angry young people whispered words such as "shady", "imperial order", "shameless", etc., but their confidence was much weaker.

After they finished complaining, a clear girl's voice sounded.

"The results of the essay competition are determined by Her Majesty the Queen. If you object to the results of the essay competition, you are questioning Her Majesty the Queen's decision."

These words are very serious, who dares to accept them? The troublemakers quickly spoke out to explain.

"I didn't mean that."

"I would never dare question Her Majesty the Queen."

They didn't dare question and reprimand the girl.

The aristocratic aura on the girl's body was unmistakable, and she was followed by the Royal Guards. From the looks of it, she was a close associate of the Queen.

Facing Roland, they were aggressive and struck hard.

Facing the nobles, they were submissive and whispered.

Looking at these people with disdain, the noble girl reprimanded coldly:

"You should be lucky that no serious consequences were caused, otherwise you should consider spending a few years in jail."

"Go back and reflect on yourself. If you don't win the prize, you will find trouble with the champion. This kind of mentality will never make you want to become a master."

Seeing that the noble girl softened her tone, the young authors naturally walked down the steps and admitted their mistakes one after another and said they would seriously reflect on it.

Just as they were about to leave, the noble lady's butler reminded her coldly:

"You want to leave without compensating for the damage to the post office?"

The young authors knew that they were wrong, so they didn't dare to refute, so they had no choice but to go to the front desk and pay compensation.

Naturally, the post office will not let them off lightly.

All losses were demanded at ten times the price, and these reckless guys were punished until their faces were ashen, their lips were pale, and they no longer had the arrogance they had before.

Just when the situation calmed down, the office door slowly opened.

Roland smiled and expressed his gratitude to the noble girl.

"Thank you, Miss Sif."

He had long recognized the voice of Count Sif, but he just didn't want to meet his colleague who was dominated by boredom and jealousy.

No matter what, thanks are necessary.

Sif's handling was very appropriate, and Roland couldn't find anything wrong with her.

After all, these young people are all scholars, and they are all potential recruits for the imperial public service system. If he is really sentenced to a heavy sentence because he was instigated to siege the post office, the impact will be too bad.

As long as they didn't dare to come again, Roland didn't bother to argue with a group of angry young people.

He will soon become a minor literary giant, and he will lose his status by competing with his younger generation.

Faced with Roland's thanks, Miss Sif smiled and said, "There's no need to thank you. I just happened to bring the etiquette teacher here. If you want to thank me, just learn aristocratic etiquette. You are the champion appointed by the Queen. If you make a fool of yourself, you will embarrass her." "

She did not wear a butterfly mask today, but covered her face with a veil, still remaining mysterious.

"Don't worry, Her Majesty the Queen is wise, powerful, and discerning. I will never disappoint expectations."

Roland knew that Count Sif was the Queen's best friend and close minister, and he did not hesitate to speak kindly to the Queen.

He believed the Queen could hear the compliments through Count Sif.

Don’t be afraid that others won’t hear you when you praise you behind your back, there will always be someone to spread the word.

Praise, praise hard!
  But he didn't notice that Miss Sif's cheeks covered by the veil were slightly red, and there was a hint of imperceptible shyness.

(End of this chapter)