In the Name of the Queen

My master has become stronger.

When Roland opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality.

It was just dawn, and he came to the window and opened his arms to welcome the morning light.

Every pore in his body was stretched, and every cell in his body seemed to be jumping for joy.

He stared at the sun, but it was not dazzling, which made him feel particularly happy.

Stretching his arms and moving his fingers, Roland felt the sense of power coming from his limbs.

[Inheritor] is a hidden branch of the scholar's star path. Only the lucky ones who are proficient in modern knowledge and have obtained ancient heritage can open it.

He has an encyclopedia and super memory, which means he is proficient in modern knowledge. Not to mention ancient heritage, the elf Sif has as much as he wants.

With the help of the elf Sif, he successfully promoted and retained the [Knight] secondary profession.

From today, he embarked on a special path of promotion. On the road of exploring the power of the stars, there are people who are in the same direction as him, but no one walks with him.

The body structures of humans and elves are slightly different. The top combat skills of the elves from the Third Age are not completely applicable, but the parts that can be used have already made Roland overjoyed.

He stared at the soul card in front of him.

[Profession: Inheritor]

[Rank: Eighth Rank]

[Ability: Inherited Memory]

After the promotion, the background color of the card changes from dazzling gold to transparent, and he has to accumulate experience again.

When the card turns gold again, he can be promoted to the seventh rank and face the real enemy, the old Macbeth who has been sleeping for many years.

He can feel the conditions for promotion. He must have achieved world-recognized achievements in literature, science and even philosophy.

Of course, killing more people is also okay.

Life always finds a way out, sometimes more than one.

Although he has just broken through, Roland's combat effectiveness has increased greatly.

He can now defeat a company of elite infantry on the battlefield head-on, and can also easily crush the ninth rank combat profession.

Facing the same rank combat profession, he is not at a disadvantage like ordinary civilians.

Retracting the card, Roland walked out of the room in high spirits.

Lisa was seen from the corner of his eyes.

She was sitting on a small bamboo chair in the corner of the corridor, looking out the window blankly.

He almost said something irreversible last night, but fortunately his spiritual mentor saved him.

Roland came to Lisa, squatted quietly, and looked at her.

His figure appeared in the depths of Lisa's pupils, and Lisa woke up suddenly.

"Ah, you're awake. You must be hungry. I'll go prepare breakfast now."

"I'll do it with you." Roland said softly.

"Oh, you are the leader of the Knights, how can you go to the kitchen in person?" Lisa pinched Roland's face pretending to be relaxed, teasing half-jokingly.

"You are also the chief logistics officer of the Knights, only half a level lower than me."

"After a while, we will buy a few maids, and you won't have to be so busy." Roland said softly.

Lisa suddenly became alert.

Maids in this era can be responsible for washing and cooking, or they can be multi-functional, taking care of the master's life and the master's private life.

Unless she doesn't look good and her master doesn't like her.

Thinking of Roland's youthful age, it was hard for Lisa not to think in a wrong way.

But she couldn't find a reason to object for a while.

She bit her lip and suddenly thought of a suitable reason, but this reason made her even more uncomfortable.

"Miss Sif might be unhappy. She would rather you put your career first." Lisa gently dissuaded.

"I can feel your admiration for Miss Sif. Roland, Sif is not an ordinary earl. She is a member of the royal family and has never been wronged since she was a child. You can't make her angry."

"You don't object?" Roland asked.

"I, what right do I have to object? Miss Sif is so beautiful and has a noble family background. It's your luck to marry her. I can only be happy for you."

"Compared to Elizabeth, who I found for you before, she is the bright moon in the sky. Don't be too proud. You don't know whether she likes you or not."

Lisa smiled and was still stubborn.

This was the ugliest time she had ever smiled in her life.

It was uglier than crying.

Roland asked softly, "Are you really happy for me?"

Lisa lowered her head and continued to be stubborn:

"My good brother can marry a beautiful royal girl, why should I be happy? If my uncle and aunt were still here, they would be happy too. Okay, I'm going to cook, you wait in the restaurant."

Roland didn't say anything, let go of the hand holding Lisa's sleeve, and watched her leave.

Lisa's footsteps were particularly neat, like a soulless zombie moving horizontally.

If he didn't understand what Lisa wanted now, he was an idiot.

Young people who are not related by blood, living together as siblings, will sooner or later degenerate.

There is no pure friendship for a lifetime.

But a quilt can.

Thank you, the great ancient wise elf Sif.

Roland thought silently.

If she hadn't reminded him, he would probably make the cruelest choice. I can't even imagine how sad Lisa would be.

Kicking off his boots, he walked quietly to the kitchen.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, he watched Lisa pick up the kitchen knife and chop hard at the bones.

Dull sound, swift movement.

It didn't seem like chopping bones, but it had a bit of the calmness of killing someone and removing their bones.

Roland's scalp was slightly numb.

Lisa didn't notice Roland standing at the door of the kitchen. She processed the bones as if to vent her anger and put the picked meat in a basin to wash. Looking at the red flesh and blood in the basin, like a stabbed heart, she suddenly felt sad and murmured in a low voice:

"Roland, there is no place for me in the family anymore. I am going out to wander."

"What should I do if you marry her?"

After their parents died, they were like two little hedgehogs huddled and shivering in the cold winter, with only each other left.

They carefully maintained their distance and kept each other warm.

Pictures of getting along emerge frame by frame.

Linking up her short life.

She was stunned to find that, leaving Roland aside, her life was so thin.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she raised the knife again.

Apply it accurately and cut through the tender meat.

Her knife skills have always been good, but today's knife movement was so precise that it was shocking.

She was slightly stunned.

Could this be compensation from the gods?

Rumor has it that people who are frustrated in relationships can always be compensated in other ways.

Just when she was in a trance, a soft voice sounded in her ears.

"you like him?"

"No. I, I just like him. What's wrong! Don't I have the right to like people? It's not my fault that the person I love loves someone else!"

Lisa seemed to want to vent all her grievances, and her tone rose a bit.

Just when she finished "roaring", her body suddenly stiffened.

What she was asked just now was not the oracle deep in her soul, but the devil's whisper from Roland.

The courage disappeared in an instant.

Lisa was dumbfounded.

She really wanted to jump into the pot and boil herself.

This way you don’t have to look back or face the embarrassing reality.

Of course Roland wouldn't let her jump into the pot. He held her hand quickly and put the boning knife aside.

When engaging in dangerous conversations, always put the weapon down.

He smoothly picked up the kettle of hot water that was about to boil and put it aside to prevent the kettle from ringing inexplicably. Roland's soft eyes fell on Lisa's crimson cheeks.

My sister is a one-in-a-million beauty.

Although she is not as good as Sif, who is like a goddess of beauty descending into the world, she is no worse than Alina.

Even at the royal dinner where all the beauties were vying for glory, she was a dazzling presence.

They have lived together for so long and so naturally that they often ignore a problem.

When young and unrelated men and women live together, it is called cohabitation.

Even if Roland could be cruel enough to abandon Lisa in pursuit of Sif, Lisa would still be no different from the abandoned person in the eyes of others.

He can't do this.

Roland held Lisa's hand and said softly: "Sister, the atmosphere on the stage that day was so wonderful, my heart was indeed moved."

The blood on Lisa's face instantly faded.

Although she knew this was the result, Roland still made her feel dizzy when he told her face to face.

The ugly duckling's fantasy is just a fantasy after all.

She forced a smile and said with a smile: "You have such good taste."

"But I don't want you to leave home either." Roland added.

Lisa looked at Roland angrily, and reminded you angrily: "I'm warning you, Miss Sif is not the kind of aristocratic lady who has an immoral private life, so don't use your crooked brains."

Perhaps thinking of something, she sighed softly: "If you want me to be your housekeeper or head maid, you have to keep your distance from me. It's not okay to be so close now."

"Forget it, I can't be a maid for a lifetime. Sister, I will get married sooner or later, so I can't stay with you for too long."

Lisa's sadness melted into her smile, like plain coffee without sugar.

Roland looked into her eyes and asked casually:

"Does sister have a crush on someone?"

"Sooner or later, am I like someone who can't get married?" Lisa stared at him unconvinced.

"Then what do you think of me?" Roland's heartbeat was racing. This was the first time he had discussed whether he could share a velvet quilt with someone of the same age.

"You, didn't you say you like Miss Sif, are you worried about the status gap? You are still young, and you will become an earl or even a duke sooner or later, no problem." Lisa was a little flustered.

Although she had fantasized about it, she was at a loss when Roland actually chose her.

"I want it all."

Roland's heart beat wildly, like a wild bull elephant in heat galloping across the wilderness.

Elf Sif's suggestion is to attack Sif first.

But Sif was too simple, like a fortress without gaps, and Roland didn't know how to start.

He needs help.

Lisa is his helper.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's worth a try.

Lisa was frightened by Roland's words. She broke away from Roland's hand and shook his shoulder.

"Roland, wake up! Followers of the Goddess of Fertility strictly abide by the system of monogamy. Even kings and nobles are no exception."

"Even if they want more women, they can only do it in the name of lovers."

Lisa's words stopped abruptly, and she finally thought of a way to stay at home.

"Roland, I understand what you mean. Do you want me to be your lover?"

The blood returned to Lisa's face, and she said in a nagging voice:

"I don't know the answer. You first find a way to marry Sif."

Roland nodded and shook his head.

"I'm not a believer in abundance, I'm not bound."

Lisa pressed her slender fingers on Roland's lips and gently dissuaded:

"No nonsense! Listen to me, Miss Sif's character is too pure. She can't accept this now unless you become an irreplaceable presence in her life."

"Help her realize her wish, and the opportunity will come. In a few years, if you still remember me, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

Lisa said gently but firmly: "Listen to me, okay? I know women better than you do."

"What are we now?"

"Of course we are a sister and a brother! We'll talk about other things after you catch her."

Perhaps she felt that this was a bit cold, Lisa gently stroked Roland's cheek and said softly:

"We have been a family for a long time, and the sister is helping the stupid brother to catch a wife."

This is indeed the result Roland wanted.

Lisa really knows him too well.

The moment Roland said I want it all, she understood Roland's intention.

Sif is the white rose in his heart, sacred and invincible.

She is the bright red flower that blooms quietly next to the white rose.

The pet drips from the white rose and falls on the petals of the small flower.

That's enough.

She never wants to compete with the bright moon, but just wants to stay quietly by Roland's side, have a quiet little nest at home, and share joys and sorrows with Roland.

Her wish was so simple.

Lisa put her hand on Roland's shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and passed the warmth from her lips to his cheek like a dragonfly touching the water.

Then, she pushed Roland out of the kitchen with force.

The corners of her lips were full of the joy of a successful sneak attack.

She remembered the sweetness of secretly taking a piece of rock candy from her mother's sugar jar when she was a child.

Roland's words made her feel a little melancholy, two parts of peace of mind, three parts of joy and four parts of expectation.

At least she didn't have to worry about leaving Roland.

Holding the boning knife tightly, she gently cut the most tender meat. She forgot what happened just now and focused on the ingredients in front of her.

This is what the [chef] should pay attention to.

After breakfast, Roland went to Sif's mansion.

Lisa did not go with him, but went to the Knights.

Sif also had a good impression of Roland, which was exposed on the stage yesterday.

As long as the person who was in the way temporarily went offline, their progress would be accelerated.

What she worried about before, but now she is looking forward to it.

Sif's house, small study.

Roland smiled and conveyed his joy to Sif, "Sif, I broke through."

"So soon, when?"

"Last night." Roland said with a smile, "I am ahead of you this time."

Sif smiled and shook her head, "Not necessarily, I also broke through last night, and it was a special profession."

"What a coincidence?"

Roland and Sif looked at each other, and at the same time burst out with surprise.

There was no need to hide anything in front of Sif, and their paths to promotion did not conflict.

After listening to Roland's introduction, Sif's eyes were a little strange, and after a long time she slowly said:

"Maybe yesterday's performance was too successful. I really saw the elf hometown that was very similar to your description in my dream, but it was a pity that it had declined. I only found a verdant crown."

"That crown was so beautiful that I couldn't help but wear it, and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was the eighth-level elf princess, and I got a lot of fragments of the elf heritage. Although it was not complete, it was enough."

Sif smiled with some pride.

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