In the Name of the Queen

All the ministers were at the dock to greet them.

At least in the eyes of outsiders, the emperor and his ministers get along well and respect each other.

Everyone is a person of status, even if they want to eat each other, they have to do their job.

Sif greeted every minister with a smile, but there was a clear difference between the closeness and distance.

When facing teacher Walder, her voice trembled slightly, tears were hidden in the corners of her eyes, but she was full of pride when she spoke.

She was like a child who got good grades and went home to tell his parents the good news.

Walder couldn't help but have red eyes and said several times.

They had a lot to say, but they could only leave it for the family dinner.

Facing William, Sif immediately withdrew her emotion, her face was kind, but she only said a few words lightly.

It can be seen that her attitude towards William was just official business.

In addition, when facing other cabinet ministers, her attitude was even colder.

Facing the leader who led the ministers to greet him, Count Andy, the emperor's uncle who was responsible for staying in the imperial capital, Sif's attitude was different.

Both enthusiastic and polite, slightly less than Walder, but much more than the others.

Andy smiled and made an invitation gesture to Sif, half-jokingly teasing:

"Your Majesty, welcome home. It's time for me, an old man, to go home and enjoy my old age."

The officials around him laughed.

Some people laughed, and some people couldn't laugh.

Smith, who was trying to make himself inconspicuous in the crowd, twitched his eyes suddenly.

Retirement?

He originally thought it was a punishment, but now he found it was a luxury.

He exchanged glances with Winston and Army Minister Steven and saw each other's determination.

Army Minister Steven originally fantasized about landing safely and was not willing to mix with Smith and others. However, Queen Sif just glanced at him coldly and was too lazy to speak, letting him know that he had no way out.

There are few clean people who have reached his position. He must find a way to protect himself.

Several ministers exchanged glances in a flash, which was hardly seen by others, but in front of Sif, they were no different from transparent people.

As long as you give a cold look, the traitor will jump out by himself.

Sif narrowed her eyes and activated insight.

Everyone has selfishness, which is normal and she accepts it completely.

She rarely goes to the extreme of "not being absolutely loyal means being absolutely disloyal".

She is also unwilling to use insight.

Insight is a magical special ability, but the cost of touching the soul is very high, and the backlash of negative emotions makes her very uncomfortable.

Usually, you don't need to use it, but you must use it today.

Another traitor jumped out.

Smith is one, Winston is another, plus a traitor who must die, the Minister of War Steven is listed as the third on the Bloody List.

Steven didn't know that the murderous intent that just flashed through his mind made him lose his last chance of life.

This is what it's like to be in the vortex of fate, you don't know when you will die.

The welcoming ceremony at the dock ended, the salute sounded twenty-one times, and Sif boarded the white carriage.

When she lowered the curtains, she finally met Roland's eyes.

No matter how many negative emotions there are in your heart, as long as you see Roland's eyes, you will be particularly peaceful.

The curtains were lowered, and Sif, sitting alone in the carriage, felt inexplicably lonely, and the smile on her lips gradually disappeared.

Roland, wearing a beautiful knight's formal suit, escorted the carriage.

They were very close, but the moment the curtains were lowered, she had the illusion that Roland was separated by tens of thousands of miles.

At this moment, she was particularly lonely.

Being an empress is really tiring.

If she were not an empress, she would have assembled her spear just now and killed all these traitors one by one.

If she were not an empress, she could ride side by side with Roland and go home with a smile.

Unfortunately, she is.

These traitors are all cabinet ministers, representing the face of the country. They can be killed, but there must be sufficient reasons and evidence.

She doesn't care what these people think, but she has to give a satisfactory answer to the citizens of the empire.

She hopes that Roland is willing to be the prime minister.

William and Alban are both old bureaucrats and old-timers in the officialdom. They are loyal, but they also have their own little calculations. Once the emperor is not doing well, they will even share the power.

They are all suitable candidates for prime minister, but not perfect candidates.

Even if it is a balance of power, Sif is a little unhappy.

Roland is the one who made great contributions, and Athos and Tony are the ones who work diligently. Why should those who stay in the imperial capital reap the benefits?

Sif bit her lip and held her breath, but she couldn't spit it out.

Maybe she should secretly visit Teacher Walder and listen to the old man's wisdom.

She prepared a gift for the teacher, so let's go tonight!

After the grand entry ceremony, Sif returned to the palace.

According to convention, the welcome dinner will be held three days later, and these few days are just right for the new emperor to get familiar with the situation.

After returning to the palace, Sif completed the routine work of meeting officials, and couldn't wait to release the magic mirror substitute, and transformed herself into Earl Tyrone and slipped away.

For some reason, the moment she left the palace, she felt a sense of relief like a sea monster jumping into the sea.

Looking back, the palace behind her didn't look like a palace, but a prison.

When Sif entered the palace, Roland also went home.

Standing at the door of the house on Baker Street, I felt as if I was in another world.

"Why, do you feel like someone is missing?" A gentle and somewhat teasing voice sounded in my ears.

Lisa, who had been hiding in the team and not speaking during the entry ceremony, finally felt relieved when she saw the door of her house.

Taking the key to open the door, she skillfully grabbed Roland's hand and walked inside.

Roland was stunned for a moment, then he held Lisa's soft little hand obediently.

Lisa looked back at Roland and felt a strange feeling.

There was obviously no resistance, but there was something inexplicably strange about it.

Lisa laughed to herself and pushed away her worries.

People really can't have random thoughts.

This house has not been inhabited for more than a year. Although the servants from the Earl's Palace often come to clean it, the uninhabited house is always a bit cold.

Even though it's early autumn and the sun is shining brightly today, it's still a bit eerie.

Lisa let go of Roland's hand, put on her white gloves, and wiped them on the table, making her fingertips slightly black.

"You have to rely on yourself to keep the room clean. The cleaning has begun, do you want to help?"

Roland shrugged, "Can I refuse?"

"Of course, I'll take your share." Lisa's eyes were filled with flames, like a volcano ready to explode.

"It's better to call a housekeeping company and leave professional matters to professionals."

Roland really didn't want to work.

"This is our home, and I want to clean it myself. Just think of it as satisfying my obsession with rituals, okay?"

Lisa's voice was exceptionally soft, and the fire in her eyes gradually extinguished.

At home, she has returned to the simple, transparent and gentle sister she was three years ago.

Roland snapped his fingers.

"as you wish."

The atmosphere has reached this point, and he can't find a reason to refuse.

As Lisa said, life must have a sense of ritual. People must be realistic, but not too realistic.

Before cleaning the room, Lisa stopped abruptly. She smelled the uneasiness in the air.

She took out a magic scroll from her chest and gave a light scolding. The scroll turned into light blue light, illuminating the entire room.

In the corner, the little black monster was trembling.

Lisa reached out her hand into the void and grabbed it, and the little thing came into her palm.

The teacher once warned her that only learning fire magic is very incomplete and not conducive to future development.

At least you have to learn some basic magic from other departments.

If she had the dispelling technique, she could easily sweep out the dirt.

The teacher's earnest words did not change Lisa. She had her own solution.

If magic is not enough, scrolls will come in handy.

Human energy is limited, and she has the highest affinity for fire magic, so dedicating herself to studying fire magic will yield the most benefits.

If the problem is not comprehensive enough, leave it to the magic scroll.

As long as you are willing to spend money, there will be an endless supply of magic scrolls.

By injecting magic power and unsealing the scroll, you can activate the magic.

Study other departments? Absolutely not.

The black monster is 30% like a cat and 70% like a mouse. It looked at Lisa pitifully, and kept making begging gestures with its little paws.

Young girls simply cannot resist the cuteness of cute little animals.

Even if the other party is a monster.

Lisa's eyes gradually softened, and just as the black monster's eyes gradually relaxed, its neck was easily broken by Lisa.

"Little guy, I trust the intelligence analyzed from fresh brains more than confessions. According to our country's laws, breaking into a private residence is a capital offense. No matter where you come from, you must abide by our country's laws."

Seeing Lisa deal with the little monster neatly, Roland was not surprised.

There is no conflict between finding little monsters cute and killing intruders.

In two years, sister Lisa has also grown.

She is no longer a simple girl who only knows how to cook and do housework.

After emerging from the crater, her life trajectory changed drastically.

Only when she was around him, she was still a gentle big sister.

After quickly disposing of the little monster's body, Lisa looked back at Roland with a serious expression.

"He was sent by the Minister of War. The little guy's name is Mog. He was originally hiding in the turbulent flow of space under the River Styx above the underworld. By chance, he ended up on the plane of Theia."

"Secretary of War?"

Roland narrowed his eyes.

Secretary of War Steven, a loser, looks like a warrior loser.

In other words, he was once a hero of the empire, a brave champion of the three armies, who single-handedly broke up the enemy's defense lines and turned the tide of the war many times.

Because he saved His Majesty Edward with his bravery, he was named the first warrior in the empire by the old emperor.

As a barbarian demon warrior, he is not following the path to extraordinary stardom, but another path of cultivation.

To be fair, he deserves the title of First Warrior, but he is not the material to be the Minister of War.

His muscles are too developed, crowding out the nutrients his brain should get.

Even if he were to be the commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guards, it would be better than being the minister of war.

This is Steven's problem, and it is also the old emperor's problem.

Letting people who are incompetent become cabinet ministers is the beginning of national chaos.

This is one of the reasons why Roland is determined not to be prime minister.

It's no problem to let him make suggestions. His mind is always flexible.

It is impossible for him to stand against the thirty-five provinces and 100 million people of the empire.

He is not a weightlifting champion, and he does not want to go bald at an early age.

Shrugging, Roland said with a smile: "Very good, there is one more person on the hunting list."

Steven must win, but Roland’s initial arrangement for him was to take a back seat.

It's a pity that he actively chose to die.

Roland could only respect him.