In the Name of the Queen

At Sif's insistence, the carriage took Roland directly to his new home.

Looking at the new yard Roland bought, Sif frowned slightly, secretly blaming herself in her heart.

"Roland, I have a manor in the suburbs of the south of the city. Although it is a bit small, it is at least a hundred times larger than your current small house. It is fully furnished and has more than a dozen servants. If you don't mind the distance, I'll give it to you."

Roland looked at Sif's clear eyes and didn't know where to start complaining.

First of all, a two-story single-family house with an independent courtyard in the core area of ​​the imperial capital is definitely not a small house!

Then, what do you mean by giving it to him? What reason does he have to accept it?

He is short-handed when he takes something from someone.

Now he and Sif are friends. Can he still be justified in accepting the manor?

Besides, is this what he wants? He wants to become a real superior person by virtue of his support for the throne. What's a mere manor? He wants a real castle and a decadent life of wine and meat behind closed doors.

Roland smiled and said, "Sif, if you really have an extra yard, why not sell it and cash it in as our activity funds after we go to sea."

He likes money, but he loves money in a reasonable way.

Don't think of giving less money that you should take, and never ask for what you shouldn't take.

The last Mr. Lori who liked to ask for money has suffered in the underworld.

Roland neither accepted nor refused righteously, but skipped the topic in a half-joking way.

In Sif's heart, his image became more majestic.

She silently adjusted Roland's evaluation from S- to S.

I thought Roland's desire for money was a bit exaggerated, but it seemed that she misunderstood.

Seeing Sif silent, Roland knew very well that no matter how tactful the refusal was, it was still a refusal, and the Countess was obviously unhappy.

However, the large manor worth thousands of pounds was a lot of wealth even for Count Sif, so there was no reason to accept it for no reason.

He wanted to maintain his independent personality, so he naturally couldn't be kept.

Considering Sif's delicate and sensitive self-esteem, Roland moved closer, covered the corner of his lips with his right hand, lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"Sif, why are you spending this money? We are all working for the Queen, and she should reward us no matter how you think about it, don't you think?"

"I don't believe that Her Majesty the Queen doesn't have extra estates. Of course, I don't have to reward her. If her political vision can be a little farther, and she can exchange all these things that can't be taken away for cash, I would rather have nothing."

Sif: "."

She lowered her head slightly and asked softly: "Really don't want anything?"

"I want a lot, not just a manor. Now our resources are limited, and every coin must be used to the blade."

When it comes to money, the atmosphere in the car is a bit solemn. Roland simply got up and got off the car. Before leaving, he lowered his voice to remind:

"Everyone is busy for their own interests, without exception."

"In the foreseeable future, my interests are consistent with yours."

At this point, it's basically a clear card.

Sif also understood.

Roland missed someone.

A person who both exists and does not exist.

Queen Sylph.

Seeing that Roland was about to leave, Sylph stopped him and whispered, "I'll find a construction worker for you. This is help from a friend, and you are not allowed to refuse."

"Thank you."

Roland smiled and waved to her, then turned and left.

Sylph's house was very large and needed frequent repairs and maintenance. Of course, she had channels to find workers, which was better than him being cheated.

This was indeed the kindness of a friend.

The carriage started again and gradually accelerated.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the gray sky of the imperial capital through the curtains, Sylph's mood was indescribably beautiful.

It was terrible.

Everything was terrible.

If there really was Queen Sylph in this world, it would be great if she was just Count Sylph.

Obviously, Roland, like her, was carefully maintaining their relationship and did not use her as a springboard to get close to the queen.

She was very touched.

But after being touched, she realized that the situation was changing.

The earl is the earl, the queen is the queen, and they are different in Roland's eyes.

Roland came to help for her face, and he was not familiar with the queen.

How could she not be moved by such loyalty to friendship.

But then came the headache.

She really didn't intend to deceive Roland deliberately.

She was indeed Sif, Earl of Tyrone, but she had another hidden identity.

It was inappropriate for the queen to leave Sheffield Castle at will, but it was nothing for her good friend Earl of Tyrone to enter and leave the palace.

At that time, she and Roland were not familiar with each other, so she would definitely not explode.

Now they can trust each other. She can take off the veil to show her true appearance, but she can't take off the veil to tell him that the queen is also her.

She is afraid of losing.

The teacher is old, and she can only rely on Roland.

After thinking about it, Sif's eyes lit up and finally thought of a solution.

If she told Roland directly, he would probably jump up in anger. Then wait until this guy does something to let her down.

Then everyone will be even.

Yes, this is what Roland taught her.

"If you ask for a window, the other party will most likely not agree. Then ask to remove the roof first, and then the other party will most likely agree to open the window."

That's it!

She really knows how to apply what she has learned.

Thinking of the perfect solution, Sif was in a very good mood, so she stopped the carriage by the Thames River and got off to enjoy the breeze by the river.

This is the best place to view the riverside, where you can see the wide Thames River turning a big bend here and rushing towards the sea.

This is one of the busiest waterways in the world.

Although there was no sunshine, it was still an interesting experience watching the various ships coming and going.

Sif stood casually on the observation deck, remembering that Roland had said that she should follow the path of being close to the people, and hesitated whether to try to communicate with ordinary people today.

However, she was shocked to find that everyone else was avoiding her.

The originally bustling crowd automatically separated on both sides of her and gradually dispersed.

The hand she had just raised froze in the air. The autumn wind blew in through the gaps in the lace gloves, and her slender fingers felt slightly cold.

This is probably the "thick barrier" Roland said.

The air was like an invisible wall, separating her from others.

Their gorgeous clothes and elegant and noble temperament make them incompatible.

I should try civilian clothes next time.

Sif thought silently.

Just when she thought no one dared to approach her, a newsboy moved cautiously, his eyes full of expectation.

She waved her hand and motioned for the newsboy to come over.

"My dear and beautiful lady, would you like a copy of the Sussex Sun? This special edition is only one shilling."

The newsboy said timidly, the newspaper in his hand trembling slightly.

The lady in front of him was extremely noble, he was betting.

Earn an extra tip or be whipped away by a noble's servant.

Sif doesn’t have pockets for money, but she does have mobile payment tools.

The coachman quickly followed her, asking her for instructions with his eyes, and at the same time tightened his grip on the riding crop in his hand.

If Sif asked him to drive away the newsboy, the whip would be thrown away without hesitation.

"Give him a shilling and a tip of three shillings!"

Shiv had very little contact with small currencies such as shillings and had no idea of ​​purchasing power, so she paid four times the amount casually.

The newsboy looked at the powerful coachman and was a little scared at first, but getting four silver coins made him tremble with excitement.

He quickly bowed to Sif and thanked her, then slipped away even faster.

He had never seen such a kind noble lady.

Even though she was veiled, he was sure of it.

She is very beautiful.

Just like today's newspaper content.