In the Name of the Queen

Maybe Teacher Margaret thought she didn't have high requirements for Roland, but in Roland's eyes, her requirements were not strict, but almost perverted.

Although Roland worked hard to complete the training program, she still shook her head slightly disappointed.

Apart from affirming Roland's positive attitude towards hard work, she said nothing else, but she could not hide the disappointment in her eyes.

It was already late at night when she left the post office disappointed.

She left, leaving only Roland, who was completely drained and lying on the ground gasping for air.

He felt that he was not receiving etiquette training, but high-intensity combat skills training.

Step on the handrails in the corridor on the third floor to train the nobles to walk.

Increase the intensity, no problem, reasonable.

Maintain an elegant posture and avoid various flying props?

A little more strength, combined, reasonable.

Using a knife and fork to lightly push away the flying interference props, what kind of aristocratic training is this?

Roland even recalled the fear of being dominated by his father's intense training.

However, he could only grit his teeth and face it.

He had no way out.

By rejecting Alina, the road to success for the Golden Kite is cut off.

Winning the essay championship instantly turned him into a public enemy in the literary world.

Those aggressive little writers were easy to get rid of, but the literary giants he defeated were not easy to fool.

Someone is bound to find trouble when you attend the Royal Salon, and you'll be in trouble if you can't maintain your elegant posture.

He didn't care about receiving the award amidst boos and questions. What he was worried about was that the Queen changed her mind amid the boos and questions.

After pushing up his tired body, Roland looked at Lisa who had been watching in a daze and said softly:

"Sister, there is actually no need for you to wait for me all the time. Training is really boring, and you are bored to watch."

"What are you talking about?" Lisa combed her hair and teased with a smile: "I haven't seen such an interesting scene in a long time."

Roland was speechless.

Are you here to watch the monkey show?

After taking the coat thrown by Lisa and putting it on casually, Roland took a deep breath and walked out.

Lisa quickly followed, and with the dim scattered lights on the street and the stars in the sky, the two of them walked home one step at a time.

In Sussex in 1791, electricity had not yet been tamed by humans and was a patent monopolized by a few magicians. Candles are not cheap enough to be used as daily necessities, and magic lamps are even more shockingly expensive.

A family that can light up a ray of light in a dark night is either rich or noble.

Roland rarely lit candles at home.

Burning candles and reading is too luxurious.

It is not allowed to cut through walls to use light.

What kind of family can light up lights every night? How can they live with poor people?

Even if someone next door lights a lamp every day, they will not allow the wall to be cut. If someone dares to cut the wall, the police department will be called to arrest him.

Next door to him lived sister Lisa.

They are all night people who cannot afford to light a lamp at night.

Fortunately, the Sussex Empire was very wealthy and the library had free lights at night. He often went to the library to read when he couldn't sleep.

Roland's favorite book used to be Law.

If you can't become a mage by learning magic, you can become another type of mage by learning the law.

But he definitely didn't have the energy to go there these days.

On the way home, he couldn't even muster the energy to respond to Lisa's nagging, so he just walked in silence.

Until what Lisa said became more and more off-kilter.

"Roland, I think that Miss Sif is really weird."

Roland thought to himself, you are probably the strange one, "What's so strange?"

"She calls herself the Earl of Tyrone, but I've never heard of that title."

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it. Earl of Tyrone is a title with a long history. If I remember correctly, this title is related to the royal family and seems to be a branch of the royal family."

Roland quickly searched the encyclopedia in his mind and answered confidently.

"In this case, the fact that Miss Sif is a close friend of Her Majesty the Queen can also be explained."

Lisa looked at Roland in surprise and asked softly: "How do you know so much?"

Roland smiled and said: "Because I often read. To write authentic aristocratic literature, one must dabble in heraldry and historical works."

His eyes were sincere.

He did get the knowledge from the book, but the fact that the book was deep in his consciousness was too mysterious to explain.

Lisa looked into Roland's sincere eyes and felt something was wrong.

Roland must be telling the truth, but not entirely.

Although I don’t know whether it was intentional or accidental, he did hide part of the truth.

Roland had indeed grown up and had his own worries, and would no longer tell her everything.

She sighed softly and said quietly: "Okay, but I still feel that Miss Sif's speech and behavior are different from ordinary nobles."

"She has an awe-inspiring and sacred temperament that ordinary nobles cannot achieve. Even a branch of the royal family cannot do it. I always have a feeling that Miss Sif's attitude towards Teacher Margaret is different from others. "

"It's like being her own teacher, but Margaret is the royal etiquette teacher. Even if she serves other nobles, she is not in the capacity of a teacher."

After a brief pause, Lisa murmured softly: "You can't hide the noble temperament of a royal member in Miss Sif. Coupled with her relationship with Margaret, let me think about it again."

Roland thought to himself, is this a woman's sixth sense or a burning soul of gossip?

Of course he wouldn't argue with Lisa over such a thing.

He didn't even care much about Sif's identity.

Teacher Margaret's class today made Roland deeply aware of the difference between civilians and nobles.

It is too difficult to integrate into the aristocratic circle.

It is almost impossible for commoners to be promoted to aristocrats.

In the martial Sussex Empire, the fastest way to be promoted is to join the army or open up new land.

Military merits can earn promotion points, and if enough points are accumulated, you can get a title.

Although most of these titles cannot be inherited, and most of those that can be inherited will be downgraded from generation to generation, it at least gives ordinary people a hope.

Roland sighed in his heart, because his father was gone because of this unattainable thought.

The designer of the military merit promotion system of the Sussex Empire was very unethical. While giving everyone hope, he set up more obstacles, which would only allow a small number of people to taste the sweetness.

As long as you get on the thief's car, you have to keep making merits and get points, otherwise all the previous efforts will be in vain.

It's like a scam, first trick you into the car, then hook you little by little, and let you keep paying more before you can withdraw cash.

However, most of the poor donkeys will never get to eat the carrot hanging in front of them.

Occasionally, a donkey can eat it, but it's also for publicity.

In short, the military merit system is a deep pit and must not be entered.

This is also the reason why Roland accepted knight training but did not join the army.

If he sacrificed for the sake of defending his country, it would be worth it. However, dying for the sake of defending the power of the feudal lords is simply a shame for a time traveler.

There is another way to become a noble, which is to expand the territory for the empire.

There are many wild lands outside the Sussex continent and the Rodinia continent.

These overseas wild lands are the focus of competition among several major empires.

The Sussex Empire issues licenses to pirate leaders and adventurers. After going out to sea, these people use fire and knives to complete the pioneering work stained with the blood of the indigenous people, and obtain titles based on the value of the expanded territory.

This title stained with howling and blood is called a bloody title, which is despised by people.

Roland resists this dangerous and bloody title from the bottom of his heart.

In addition to these two obvious paths, there is a third path.

Gift.

The emperor can grant titles to people he likes, but this granting needs to be reviewed by both the House of Lords and the House of Commons.

If the emperor himself or the candidate is not popular, it will be difficult to pass the double review, and even if he passes, the title will most likely not be hereditary.

The House of Lords can still be solved through interest exchange and bribery, but it is difficult to pass the review of the House of Commoners.

The road of grace is actually not easy to take.

Roland once fantasized that the queen would reward him with a count or something.

Later he woke up.

This aristocratic etiquette class also made Roland lose his mind to enter the aristocratic circle.

The nobles and commoners are almost reproductively isolated, so why think about these things.

Now he just wants to get the bonus of 500 pounds of gold coins as soon as possible, buy a house on Belfa Street, hire a few servants and become a small rich man.

By the way, take Lisa, who has always taken care of his life and is like a sister to him, to enjoy the good life.

With the remaining money, buy a few shops along the street and let them collect rent.

At that time, it would be nice to quit the post office job and be a full-time writer at home.

The realistic goal of "two shops, a few cows, a wife and children, and a warm fireplace" is applicable to any era.

Although this era is bad, as long as you have money, everything is easy.

It is better not to dream of squeezing into the aristocratic circle and marrying a white, rich and beautiful woman.

Commoners will not have a good end if they come into contact with aristocratic ladies.

Charlotte, his friend since childhood, fell in love with the daughter of a certain earl half a year ago. His relationship with the aristocratic girl progressed rapidly, and he even arranged his own people in key positions. He thought that this wave of raw rice was cooked and settled, but he was broken his legs and thrown into the Tamas River by the father of the aristocratic girl.

The poor boy's dream was not settled, but the fish in the Tamas River were full.

This is the gap between the nobles and the common people.

Roland knew very well that Lisa was not so gossipy at ordinary times. He repeatedly mentioned Sif's identity to remind her not to follow Charlotte's footsteps.

Roland knew what Lisa was thinking, but he didn't know how to respond.

He was not an idiot, how could he have such a daydream?

Seeing that Roland didn't speak, Lisa knew that he was in a bad mood, so she stopped talking and followed him home silently.

After returning home, Lisa went to the kitchen to roast some potatoes and made a simple dish. Roland and Lisa ate the sauce and grilled fish to fill their stomachs.

Because they came home too late, they were reluctant to light candles when cooking, so the meal was a bit sloppy.

Seeing the Sussex dark food on the table, which was different from usual, Roland knew that Lisa was not in the mood to cook today.

He completely understood.

After all, a lot of things happened today.

Roland, who usually had a picky appetite due to Lisa's cooking, found it somewhat difficult to swallow the Sussex food, which could be called dark food.

Out of politeness, he still swallowed it reluctantly, and even almost got stuck by the fish bone.

Just as Roland was fighting with the Sussex food, Lisa suddenly pulled Roland's sleeve.

"Roland, I figured it out!"

Roland thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what Lisa had figured out. He looked at her in surprise, a little puzzled.

"What did you think of?"

"I guessed Miss Sif's identity!"

Lisa leaned close to Roland's ear, and the warm air swirled around his ear.

"Miss Sif has an elegant and impeccable royal temperament, but she can't be the Queen, so her identity is..."

Roland's heart moved, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and pricked up his ears.

Lisa has a keen observation ability, always able to find details that others don't notice, and often has amazing words.

Is she really a genius? She can infer Sif's identity with this little information?

His curiosity was aroused.

First of all, it is certain that Sif is not the queen, and her aura is not like that of an ordinary earl. What is her identity?

Facing Roland's expectant eyes, Lisa smiled proudly and said in a low voice:

"If I guess correctly, she is the queen's biological sister, or even twins."

Roland: "."

He took back what he said about Lisa being a genius.

Picking up the knife and fork again, Roland sighed softly, "Sister, let's eat first, it's getting cold."

Lisa was a little unconvinced and looked at Roland with wide eyes.

"Why, you don't believe it?"

"Believe it!"

Roland picked up a small potato with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.

You can't talk while eating, gentlemen and ladies are like this.

Lisa knew that Roland didn't believe it, but just made up a story, and she felt a little blocked in her heart.

She bit her lip, her dark eyes turned, as if she was thinking about something.

How could Miss Sif be just an earl?

Absolutely not!

Maybe there are more secrets about her.

She couldn't miss any opportunity to observe closely. She would definitely unlock the truth and let Roland, her stinky brother, know that he was wrong.

After dinner, watching Roland pick up the dishes and prepare to wash the dishes, Lisa felt that Roland was getting farther and farther away and could no longer be guessed.

She quickly pulled Roland's sleeve and whispered, "Go and rest. You are exhausted today. There are training classes tomorrow."

Roland didn't say anything. He looked at Lisa's hand from the corner of his eye. She retracted her palm as if she was stung by a mosquito.

Although she retracted quickly, Roland had already seen it clearly.

There was a not very conspicuous cut at the base of the white finger.

It was indeed a bit troublesome to cut vegetables and cook in the dark night without light.

Even skilled workers can make mistakes.

Roland smiled and reminded:

"Sister, remember to light candles when you cook at night. We will have money soon."

After a slight pause, he picked up the bowl and tableware.

When he walked out of the small restaurant, he stopped and didn't look back.

"Sister, I know the gap between me and Miss Sif. Whether she is a royal family, the empress's sister, or an earl, there is no difference. There is a thick barrier between us."

"This barrier is invisible and intangible, but it separates the two worlds."

"Don't worry, I'm very realistic. Sister, don't force me to go on a blind date, and I promise not to have any wild thoughts."

After saying this, Roland left with the tableware.

Looking at his back, Lisa suddenly felt a little wet in the corners of her eyes.

Roland knows everything, but he just doesn't say it.

He doesn't need her to remind him, and he won't make the same mistake that Charlotte made.

She is also reflecting on whether it is right to force Roland to go on a blind date. She secretly vowed not to force Roland to meet those "marriage partners" she thinks are suitable.

He is her last relative in this world.

If he can find an excellent wife, she will silently bless him.

If he can't find one, it doesn't matter if she takes care of her brother for a few more years.

After washing up, Lisa returned to the bedroom, her soft cheek pressed against the somewhat hard pillow, and her smile gently swayed as she rose slightly.

She no longer cared about Miss Sif's identity.

Not at all.

After all, they were from two different worlds.