In the Name of the Queen

Margaret was very satisfied with Roland, so she added a lot of things to the training. She not only taught Roland to grasp the sense of boundaries, but also told him many unknown secrets in the aristocratic circle.

In the evening training class, she gave Roland a good midnight snack according to the ancient and authentic etiquette of the upper aristocracy.

She did not tell Roland the source of these etiquette, but just asked him to learn first.

After a whole day of training, Margaret wiped the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief and reminded with a smile:

"Go home, take a hot bath and go to bed early, and continue tomorrow."

Roland sent Teacher Mary to the door, and secretly complained in his heart. He also wanted to take a beautiful bath and fall asleep, but it was impossible.

He still had an appointment to keep.

Thinking of the Golden Kite female spy, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This guy is definitely not as simple as she looks.

You must be careful to get along with her, so as not to be eaten alive.

It is not difficult to be a portrait model, but it is difficult to be a model for Captain Alina.

The last time he painted a portrait, he had his back to Alina, posing in a classic meditative pose.

The painting went smoothly.

If there hadn't been a chill from behind.

Being stared at by Alina while she was painting, he always felt like a prey being stared at by a tiger.

After putting on his coat, Roland closed the door of the manager's office and walked out of the post office.

When he got off work, Lisa had already gone home.

She was a little worried that Roland couldn't stand the special training, so she cheered him on.

After Margaret's course became a theoretical teaching, she was the one who couldn't stand it.

The etiquette class was too boring.

She had to leave first.

After all, the post office is not a charity organization. Roland has important tasks to do and can miss work, but she can't find any reason not to work.

Starting in the afternoon, Lisa returned to work.

Roland didn't rush home, but took a shortcut to Captain Alina's secret lair.

Although very tired, the agreement must be fulfilled.

Walking in the alleys along the Thames River, the autumn wind mixed with a bit of chill hit him.

He could feel the change in Margaret's attitude towards him.

Since the training class this afternoon, her attitude has been much milder.

The content of the evening training class opened Roland's eyes.

Teacher Mary thought he knew nothing and did not tell the truth.

But he read a lot and he knew a little about traditional aristocratic etiquette.

Margaret is the Queen's etiquette teacher. She is measured and will not do anything beyond the limit.

Sif is the Queen's close friend and close minister, and she will not waste time on irrelevant people for no reason.

If it is just to examine his literary skills, it has been completed before, and there is no need to come again.

There is only one explanation for the various behaviors of Margaret and Count Sif.

Her Majesty intends to confer a title on him.

It is not easy to confer a title on a civilian.

If the two roads of military merit and pioneering are not feasible, there is only a gift.

The Queen has just ascended the throne, and the House of Nobles will most likely give her face, which is better.

But the House of Commoners is different.

There are all kinds of people here, some are spectators, some hate evil, and many are genuine unruly people.

If you want them to pass, you must have a good reason.

Roland can even guess the general direction of the matter.

Sif inspected the site on behalf of the Queen, recognized his talent, and then made plans to confer a knighthood.

The next Royal Art Salon is his stage to show himself.

If he can convince most people, it will not be a problem for him to be conferred a knighthood.

If he does not perform well, this matter will probably not be mentioned.

After all, the Queen needs talents, not waste.

Things in the aristocratic circle are really complicated.

Roland sighed in his heart. He was not complaining. He just participated in an essay competition and got some prize money to improve his life. How could he be involved in such a complicated struggle?

If he had a choice, he really wanted to take out the old ticket and board the big ship to Jinyuan.

But he had no choice.

Time cannot be reversed.

Retreat? Just think about it. As long as he wins the championship, he will offend the entire literary world. He has been in the game for a long time. Where can he retreat?

He will not be an ostrich with his head buried in the sand.

Since he must participate, he will be the most handsome guy in the audience.

Alina's place is not far away. He can get it by crossing two blocks and going around Belfa Street.

Looking at the high-end houses on Belfa Street, Roland's slightly dull mood became lively again.

In any case, the 500-pound prize will be in his hands.

He will take Lisa to settle down on this street.

This is the most important thing.

When he came to Alina's house, he just raised his hand and didn't knock on the door, and the iron gate slowly opened to both sides.

It was dark, no one was around, and the door opened by itself.

This scene was somewhat creepy.

Roland walked in calmly.

Although it was a bit eerie, Roland didn't care.

Alina was not a demon, and the imperial capital was not a place where dirty things could run wild.

It was nothing more than a little shock to him.

It was similar to the show of strength given by teacher Margaret.

The only difference was that one gave him physical strength, while the other gave him psychological strength.

Roland strode into the yard and saw a light on the second floor.

The magic lamp emitted a soft light, guiding the direction.

Although he didn't see anyone, Roland believed that there must be someone in the dark corner.

Going straight up to the second floor, Roland stood outside Alina's room and knocked on the door gently.

"Captain, I'm here."

"Passenger Roland, please wait."

With a "squeak", the door opened, and Alina, wearing pajamas, stood at the door, rubbing her groggy eyes, looking at Roland blankly.

"It's so late. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Roland: "."

"Captain Alina, I made a special trip to make the appointment. Did you forget the appointment?"

"Promise? Promise, yes, promise!"

Alina's expression was a little panicked, and her white little finger pointed in the direction of the living room.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be there soon."

Roland responded with standard gentlemanly courtesy and waited in the living room.

Looking at his back, Alina was thoughtful, her brain felt dizzy, and she stretched out her hand to hold on to the door frame before barely standing still.

She quickly returned to the room, got dressed, and was about to go out when she suddenly thought of something. She turned around to find her glasses and put them on before walking to the living room.

When she came to Roland, she became the captain who had accurate information again.

"Mr. Roland, although our agreement does not have a specific time, it is definitely not a gentleman's behavior to disturb a single girl's rest late at night."

Alina's face looked a little cold.

Roland completely understood.

Being woken up right after falling asleep would make anyone get angry when they wake up.

Faced with Alina's dissatisfaction, Roland was particularly frank.

"Sorry, etiquette classes have been arranged for me these days, and I'm only free at night. If it's really inconvenient, I won't come in the next two weeks."

"Absolutely not, this is an agreement!"

Alina adjusted her glasses and hummed, "The etiquette class is your business, I have nothing to do with it. But you must fulfill your agreement. Come on, let's get started."

"Please tell me what I'm doing." Roland took off his coat and cheered up.

I am very sleepy and tired, but I must fulfill my promise.

"Take off!"

Alina gave the order concisely and concisely.

Roland almost fell to the ground.

He swore that he would never let Alina speak out again.

I've seen straight ones, but never this straight ones.

He glared at Alina angrily and refused decisively, "I refuse! Our agreement does not include human body art models."

"It won't work unless you pay more!"

Roland's bottom line is indeed very flexible, but that doesn't mean there is none.

His flat refusal made Alina stunned for a moment, and she instantly understood what Roland was talking about.

With fire burning in her reddish eyes, Alina's fists hardened, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a cold voice word by word.

"Please take off your shirt and expose your shoulders and back. No! Exactly! Take off! Bare! I'm going to paint!"