In the Name of the Queen

Roland didn't think this was an exaggeration.

He had heard of princesses who were several times more delicate than this.

"That's nothing. I heard that a princess in a certain country could feel the peas underneath through twenty layers of velvet bedding."

Roland's statement was too outrageous, and Lisa certainly didn't believe it.

She just thought Roland was teasing her, and patted Roland's shoulder lightly, laughing and teasing:

"Then I'll ask Miss Sif next time if there is such a delicate princess."

Roland also laughed.

On the day she took refuge in the Earl's Mansion, Lisa really felt like she was living a year.

Every piece of furniture in the Earl's Mansion was a high-quality product she had never seen before, the clothes were hand-sewn by the royal tailor, and the jewelry casually spread on the dressing table made her eyes unable to open.

She didn't dare to touch these things at all, for fear that she couldn't afford to pay for them if they were damaged.

It would be fine if she was just tied up, but the rules of the Earl's Mansion made her suffocate.

She was a guest, and no one would blame her.

But those ordinary servants were different.

Seeing them being so cautious, Lisa felt uncomfortable.

The bathroom in the Earl's Mansion was so luxurious that she was dumbfounded.

At home, she could only take a bath with water in a wooden bucket, but here she could enjoy a luxurious hot spring bath.

How much hot water would she have to boil if she took a bath every day?

Lisa was not good at math, but she knew it must be a lot.

In just one day, she felt the class disparity.

The daily life of Sif's family was a dignity that she dared not touch even in her dreams.

She instantly understood why Roland took the initiative to jump into the whirlpool.

After tasting Milan champagne, the fruit wine brewed by the neighbors was hard to swallow.

It is difficult for people to accept consumption downgrades unless they are forced.

Roland is capable and young, why can't he fight for it.

Not only Roland, but she is the same.

After seeing the new house, she couldn't stay in the old, broken and small old apartment for a day.

She was determined not to stay in Sif's house. Living in discomfort was only part of the reason, but the main reason was that she wanted to clean up the new house as soon as possible.

Roland was too casual in his life, so she had to do this.

The person who wanted to harm Roland died, and the huge sum of 1,500 pounds was in hand, which was a good thing.

Although she was a little melancholy, Lisa was in a very good mood and chattered non-stop while walking on the road.

There were not many places with lights in Sussex under the night sky, but fortunately there were street lights and riverside pedestrian streets on both sides of the Thames River.

Many young people would come here to kill time at night.

The light at night was a luxury of this era.

If you can't afford light at home, it's illegal to chisel the wall, and you have to be literate to go to the library, then you can borrow the light of the country to play on the riverside and the square, which is reasonable.

The Royal Square is one of the favorite places for young people.

There are Collins Publishing House and several government buildings around the square, as well as a wide variety of shops.

There is also a softly lit alley in the north of the square, which is a paradise for men.

This is the paradise of the middle and lower classes in Sussex.

The government departments around the square keep lights on at night for employees to work overtime.

Employees may not like to work overtime, but the company has free lighting, tea and a warm fireplace, which is much better than the dark and cold after going home.

If the office is not cleared on time at night, some people will even stay in the office.

Lisa met a few girlfriends in the square and greeted them enthusiastically.

However, what surprised her was that the reactions of these good girlfriends seemed a little cold.

"Lisa, we are going to take a walk by the river, so we won't disturb your date with Roland."

Lisa's hand froze in the air.

She did want to go home with Roland and didn't think about taking a walk with a few girlfriends, but it was still a bit uncomfortable to be rejected in person.

She reached out and lifted the ends of her hair to hide some embarrassment.

Just when she wanted to say something, Roland asked softly:

"Sister, did you tell them about our house purchase?"

"Yes, I also invited them to come to visit after the new house is ready. I..."

The words stopped at the tip of her tongue.

She reacted instantly.

In the eyes of the "good sisters", she and they are no longer the same.

They still live in a broken house that leaks in winter and rain in summer, but she and Roland are going to live in a big house in a high-end residential area.

Although their new home is completely incomparable to Count Sif's mansion, the "good sisters"' small homes are also incomparable to their new home.

How much difference she just had, now they are almost the same.

There is also an invisible barrier between them.

"I understand. But I always treat them as friends. You and Miss Sif can be friends, why can't we?"

Roland smiled and said: "Because I can accept it, they can't. And because they used to be like us."

"Let's go, sister."

Lisa nodded and followed Roland's footsteps, thinking.

Roland seemed to be calling her home, and it seemed to remind her not to linger in the past, and those who should leave will eventually leave.

Just as Lisa was performing a small drama in her mind, Roland stopped.

"You're pretty quick."

Lisa, who was following behind in a daze, bumped into Roland's strong back. She looked up in panic and saw the ferocious military police rushing into Collins Publishing House.

Looking at her confused look, Roland smiled and explained:

"With the Queen's personal instructions and the cabinet ministers' personal supervision, even the most complicated cases will become extraordinarily simple. Mr. Byron's silver bracelet and iron rice bowl are here to stay."

Sylph is closing the net.

Mr. Byron's crime may not be considered outrageous in this era, but the Queen thinks he deserves to die, and that's enough.

But this is all Mr. Byron's own fault.

If he abides by the law and does not go along with the evil forces, why would it be like this?

But did he have a chance to refuse?

In the huge vortex of interests, even a big man like Lori who has a prominent position in the literary world took the initiative to lower his status, let alone Byron?

How much money can you make as an editor-in-chief of a publishing house?

Byron may not have much power, but he can contact the upper elites, and his eyes have long been stimulated by the luxurious life of the elites.

As long as you are attentive, there are opportunities to get money for doing things for the elite nobles.

Of course he is not clean.

Just helping Lori to murder Roland is enough for him.

The Queen is very angry, and the consequences are very serious. He doesn't even need to be charged.

Mr. Byron viciously pulled out the pistol hidden under the desk and pointed it at the captain of the gendarmerie who came to arrest him, trying to threaten him.

However, the captain of the military police only needed one sentence to disintegrate his resistance.

"Byron, you still have family."

Family? Yes, family!

The Sussex Empire did abolish the system of collective responsibility from a legal perspective, but there are ten thousand ways to deal with his family.

Even if it was just to confiscate the illegal gains and drive his family to the countryside, he couldn't bear it.

Byron was stunned, dejected, and relieved.

He threw away the pistol, put his hands together and stretched them forward, and surrendered.

When Mr. Byron was surrounded by four burly military police and walked out of the publishing house, Roland happened to be standing across the street.

The two people's eyes met in the air.

Roland's face was calm, and there was no ripple in his heart.

This is politics. The winner takes all, and the loser loses everything.

He has no time to lament the cruelty of life, he wants to win.

He also has a family.