In the Name of the Queen

Although the misunderstanding just now made the atmosphere a little awkward, as long as he is not embarrassed, it is only the atmosphere that is awkward. Roland smiled calmly, threw his coat on the table, sat upright in the chair, and posed as a "thinker" according to Alina's request.

Alina took off her glasses, slightly corrected Roland's posture, and sat back to start painting.

The "beep, pop" sound of burning firewood came from the fireplace, and the soft magic light illuminated the living room exceptionally bright.

Roland glanced at Alina from the corner of his eye. He had a strange feeling that she looked like a different person after she put on glasses.

The one wearing glasses is Alina, the Golden Kite envoy, and Alina, the captain.

When she takes off her glasses, she is just Alina, an international student majoring in fine arts.

Carefully recalling the fragments of getting along, Roland made a more firm judgment.

This is also good. When getting along with Alina, he can judge her specific form through her glasses.

Just when Roland was curious about the huge house without servants, a cold-looking maid came in carrying a wooden barrel.

The maid added a few pieces of wood to the fireplace and left silently.

From beginning to end, she neither greeted Roland nor spoke to Alina.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly.

This was very unreasonable.

Even if Alina could not be disturbed while painting, the maid would normally wait by the side for instructions instead of leaving on her own.

Even if she wanted to leave, how could she leave without saying hello?

Can such a robot-like maid really keep her job?

Alina did not stop painting and explained softly: "That is an alchemical puppet maid, not a human."

So that's it.

Alchemical puppets that can't be distinguished without careful observation are not cheap.

As expected of the special envoy from the commercial country of Golden Kite, she is really rich.

Although he was so sleepy that he didn't want to wake up even if he was raped by the mother dragon, Roland still gritted his teeth and sat up straight.

He didn't even notice that his sitting posture always followed the teachings of teacher Margaret.

Alina painted very quickly.

The painter's intention was not to paint, but to Roland's illusory fate.

Several cards quietly came to her palm.

With the cover of the drawing board, Alina skillfully combined the cards, and the power of the stars fluctuated slightly in her palm.

She concentrated and held her breath, and didn't even bother to wipe the sweat on her forehead.

Finally, she pushed away the light green mist that shrouded Roland's fate barrier.

Her eyes passed through the lush forest and saw the splendid sea of ​​flowers.

However, soon more mist shrouded the sea of ​​flowers.

Alina was stunned.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Touching fate is not without cost.

The cost of failure to touch is injury or even death.

Alina skillfully threw out the puppet doll to block the fatal backlash.

The puppet doll ate the backlash, and its originally fair and cute face became extremely hideous.

The puppet doll's fair face was covered with green, obviously being attacked by the natural spell.

Alina put away the puppet doll with a shudder, and looked at Roland nervously, only to find that this guy could actually

No way, he could fall asleep like this?

She was almost taken away by the backlash on the spot, and he could actually fall asleep?

Alina called Roland's name softly, and confirmed that Roland was sitting there and sleeping, and her pounding heart finally settled down a little.

She was very sure that Roland's identity was not simple.

He hid his identity and abilities in the post office, and he must have a purpose.

Her observation of Roland's fate ended here.

She would not try again until she was sure.

The puppet doll blocked most of the backlash, but she was still seriously injured and needed careful care.

Alina snapped her fingers, summoned the puppet maid, asked the maid to settle Roland, and hurried to the study.

She opened the box on the bottom layer, took out a few yellowed ancient books, and tried to find the answer.

As expected, nothing was found.

The beautiful sea of ​​flowers, green mist, dense forests, and the beautiful scenery that seemed full of vitality made her shudder.

She smelled the breath of danger and even death, but she didn't know what was hidden behind Roland.

Was it the Black Forest Association, the Druid Sect, or an unknown secret organization that believed in natural gods?

As long as she thought of these scenes, she trembled as if she was standing on the top of an iceberg in a single layer of clothes.

Alina took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

In any case, Roland could not be treated as an ordinary person.

She regretted it now, why did she touch the unspeakable unknown fate.

Maybe this is the final destination of astrologers.

Almost every great astrologer will be backfired because of touching fate too deeply.

There are very few people who observe fate and have a good end.

Alina smiled with relief, and for a moment she couldn't think of how to face Roland.

I don't know if this guy is really so tired or pretending to sleep to avoid embarrassment.

Alina's eyes drifted out the window, looking at the dark night, without the slightest sleepiness.

Roland was really tired.

He had no idea when he fell asleep, or when the puppet maid carried him to the bed and covered him with a blanket.

When he woke up in a daze, the clock on the wall had already pointed to four in the morning.

Roland sat up in confusion, looking down at the quilt in the moonlight. It was obvious that this was not home.

Who am I, where am I, and what happened?

He rubbed his eyes, and his memory gradually recovered.

He came to fulfill his contract.

Since he didn't want a foreign female spy to visit him, he had to take the initiative to come.

Then he took off his clothes and acted as a model.

He had no memory of what happened next.

Touching his pajamas, he was a little flustered, but soon calmed down.

Good news: there was no bad woman lying naked beside him.

Bad news: there was no bad woman lying naked beside him.

It can be seen that in Alina's mind, his united front value was still very low, and it was not worth wasting too many resources on him.

Although she skipped the tiger bench, pepper water and branding iron stage considerately, the beauty trap did not exist.

Alina was a special envoy, and there must be female spies under her command who were dedicated to performing special tasks.

As long as the target value was enough, the peach trap and the honey trap would be properly arranged.

In Alina's mind, he was just a painting model and a sample for astrology observation.

With a long sigh, Roland was going home.

After changing into the clothes he came in, he was a little hesitant.

According to common sense, he should wait until dawn to say goodbye to Alina before leaving. It was really impolite to just run away.

But going home at dawn was completely different.

Staying out all night is not the same as coming home late from work.

After struggling for a second, Roland finally remembered that he was a clerk.

Just write a letter and leave it.

Roland wrote a short handwritten letter in just a few minutes.

First, he apologized for falling asleep, then thanked for taking him in, and finally said goodbye.

He did it all in one go, which was a model of a clerk.

After leaving the handwritten letter, he tiptoed to the corridor, fearing that he would wake up the sleeping captain.

Just as he was about to leave the corridor, the puppet maid appeared.

Although he didn't know the intelligence level of the puppet maid, Roland still tried to explain: "Thank you for taking me in, but I have to go home. I left a thank-you letter to Miss Alina, please help convey my gratitude."

The puppet maid looked at Roland expressionlessly and walked away on her own.

It was as if she was looking at air.

Alina did not give her an order to intercept or kill Roland.

According to the underlying logic, Roland is a neutral creature.

What neutral creatures do is none of her business.