In the Name of the Queen

Having temporarily absorbed wisdom and courage from Roland, Sif hurried back to the palace.

The teacher was still lying on the sickbed, so she had to go back quickly.

However, this time was not like the last time, as long as she answered the questions, she would pass.

Walder used calmness to cover up the difficulty of holding up his body. He was not angry, and his kind eyes slowly fell on Sif.

"Sif, if I had secretly taught you something before, it wouldn't be like this now."

"I always hope that you can live a simple and happy life, but I didn't expect that the situation would suddenly change and you would become the heir of the empire."

"Cough cough cough"

Walder coughed lightly a few times, covered his face with his wide sleeves, wiped off the blood, and looked at the anxious Sif.

"Don't blame yourself, it has nothing to do with you. I am over 70 years old this year, and I am already at the age of frailty. People can't outrun time after all."

He smiled and said, "I never taught you these, it's not your fault. It doesn't matter, we still have time."

"Teacher!"

Sif's lips trembled, and she could see the fatigue in the teacher's eyes.

It was a kind of worry about passing away and leaving behind an immature child.

Walder smiled and sat up, feeling more relaxed. "Sylph, this Roland does have ideas. I want to meet him."

Sylph nodded quickly.

She was indeed worried about the teacher's health, but the doctor said that the teacher was still strong, but people with old age could not avoid various chronic diseases.

This is the law of nature.

Not a supernatural person, not practicing magic, and not using contraindicated drugs to prolong life, very few people can live over a hundred years old.

Under Sylph's worried eyes, Walder gently pushed away Sylph's hand that was about to support him, stood up, and smiled and teased:

"Do I look like I can't walk?"

Seeing the teacher recovering his spirit, Sylph was slightly relieved.

She insisted on sending the teacher to the door and arranged a carriage to send him back, which made her feel a little relieved.

The teacher's scolding and scolding as expected did not happen.

However, there was no secret joy in her heart, only worry.

She had a vague feeling that Teacher Walder's body was not as strong as it appeared.

But the court doctor swore that there was no problem, and she could only trust the professional.

Sylph sat in the small study room all night.

She held the "Biography of Powerful Ministers" and gritted her teeth to force herself to read it.

Even if she was wrong no matter what she did, it was better than doing nothing.

The next day.

After finishing the simplified etiquette training class, Roland was about to go to the new house with Lisa, and Count Sylph's carriage had already stopped at the door of the post office.

Seeing this, Lisa hurriedly pushed Roland over.

"Miss Sylph must have something to ask you, go quickly. I'll take care of the new house."

Roland nodded, waved goodbye to Lisa, and got on the carriage directly.

Lisa was right, she was fully responsible for cleaning up the new house, and he was just taking up more space there.

Everyone has areas they are not good at.

Some people make up for their weaknesses with their strengths, some people play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, and some people just lie on the ground and do whatever they want.

I wonder what Sylph will choose.

After getting into the carriage, Roland looked at Sylph's bloodshot eyes and asked in surprise:

"Sylph, you didn't sleep all night?"

Sylph yawned and muttered: "Yes, the queen was stimulated last night and read "The Biography of Powerful Ministers" in the study all night."

Roland didn't ask any more questions.

It's clear that Sylph, the unlucky one, was caught and stayed up all night with the queen.

He smiled and shook his head, and asked casually: "Are you looking for me to give a lecture to His Majesty?"

"Yes and no."

Sylph nodded, her voice a little sleepy, "Of course I have to give the lecture, but not now. Teacher Walder wants to see you, let's go."

On the way from the post office to Walder's house, neither of them spoke.

Roland was thinking about how to answer Walder when he met him later, while Sylph fell asleep.

She was a delicate body that could be pricked by peas even through several layers of velvet bedding, and she had never stayed up all night.

Last night, I forced myself to read books all night, and I was already drowsy, and fell asleep with my head against the back of the seat.

The carriage arrived soon.

Roland took the blanket in the carriage to cover Sif, and told the driver to take her back to rest, then took a deep breath and walked towards Walder's mansion.

Obviously, this was an exam.

It was not surprising that Walder wanted to see him, but he didn't expect it to be so early.

According to Roland's estimation, he had to make more noise to attract the attention of the only hardcore royalist in the cabinet.

With one point of nervousness and nine points of curiosity, Roland walked towards the Minister of the Interior's mansion.

The guard asked for his identity and quickly let him in.

It can be seen that he was well prepared.

Roland touched the alchemical tools and throwing knives hidden in the lining of his clothes and strode in.

As a person who has received professional knight training, it is reasonable to carry these things when going out.

Walder is not Sif, but not so simple.

He can probably guess the other party's intentions.

Observation, testing, warning, and the possibility that the old fool wanted to kill him could not be ruled out.

Although this possibility was small, it could not be ignored.

The cup was smashed as a signal, and the scene of three hundred swordsmen rushing in was shocking.

Walder was waiting for Roland in the reception room.

When he saw Roland, he waved his hand casually to indicate that there was no need for these false formalities, and then pointed to the sofa opposite and asked Roland to sit down.

Roland sat down generously, and kept observing the furnishings and layout of the room with his peripheral vision while sitting down.

His eyes lingered slightly at the window, planning the escape route.

Seeing Roland's vigilance, Walder couldn't help but smile.

"Young man, you are very alert."

Roland smiled slightly, poured tea by himself, and didn't answer.

Some words must be answered, some words can be answered, and some words cannot be answered.

"Mr. Walder, you are a cabinet minister, time is precious, you might as well say it directly."

Walder nodded, grabbed the teacup, smiled, and smashed it to the ground.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Roland didn't expect the old man to start with a big move, and was shocked. He almost subconsciously took out the smoke bomb and threw it out.

But the moment his fingers touched his clothes, he realized that something was wrong and stopped.

There were indeed footsteps in the corridor, but only one person.

The teacup hit the ground heavily and shattered.

The cup was smashed as a signal, but there was no axeman.

There was a knock on the door, and the maid's soft voice sounded, "Master, what do you want?"

"No one is allowed to approach without my order." Walder shouted at the door.

The maid took the order and left, and there was no more sound in the corridor.

Walder turned to look at Roland, smiled and asked: "If the guards who rushed over just now were ambushed, what would you do?"

Roland threw the smoke bomb at the door without hesitation, and several daggers flew out almost at the same time.

At the moment the dagger flew out, he slid behind Walder like a loach and placed the dagger in front of the old man's throat.

"Poison, don't move."

All the movements were done in one go, smooth and smooth, as if they had been practiced countless times.

Walder looked at the door covered by smoke and the blue light on the dagger, and did not doubt Roland's words at all.

He smiled and teased: "Who would bring these things when visiting?"

Roland put away the dagger and said calmly: "Miss Sif didn't say she was coming to your house when she asked me to go out, so of course I would be ready for battle."

Looking at Roland's calm face without any uneasiness, Walder silently corrected his evaluation of him.

He was quick, accurate and ruthless, and had a thick skin, with the potential to be an excellent politician.