In the Name of the Queen

"The ancient remnants of the elves?!"

This magical race that only existed in legends aroused Sif's interest. Her eyes sparkled, and she even temporarily put aside her displeasure at being slandered.

"Come on, tell me, what's the story?"

Sif liked Roland's stories very much. His stories were wild and interesting, as if they didn't belong to the stars of this world.

She read a lot, but few other writers resonated with her.

Roland is the exception.

Her Mr. Exception was now creating a new story, and of course she wanted to listen.

Earl Sif sat down with his chin in his hands, his starry eyes shining with anticipation. Roland knew that his loyal reader Miss Sif was online.

He cleared his throat, quickly flipped through the Sussex Elementary Encyclopedia in his mind, and sorted out his thoughts a little, his voice was full of magnetism.

"You have heard that there are several ages before the Age of Magic."

"of course I know."

Sif thought Roland wanted to test her, so she quickly answered.

"The Magic Era is divided into the Pre-Magic Era and the New Era. Taking the destruction of the Magic Empire's Creation Tower as the dividing line, the Pre-Magic Era lasted for 30,000 years, and now is the New Magic Era 1791."

After saying this, she winked proudly and continued to introduce:

"The history of previous eras is rarely recorded, and is more of a legend. The First Era of Chaos, the Second Era of Gods, the Third Era of Nature, the Fourth Era of Destruction and the Fifth Era of Nirvana, while the Magic Era is the Sixth Era."

The history of the Magic Era can be checked in the Imperial Library. The previous five eras are only occasionally recorded in a few rare and unique books, and ordinary people cannot see them at all.

Sif had been lucky enough to see a few, but not many.

At least there are very few records about the elves.

Facing the unknown territory, Sif chose to remain silent and turned her attention to Roland.

Roland's lips curved upward with a confident arc, and he smiled slightly.

Since Sif doesn't understand, then he is an expert in the field of elven studies.

As a writer, fabricating settings is a basic skill.

What's more, the elves he saw in his dream once mentioned some past events of the elves, and he was even more comfortable in making them up.

Based on the narration of the elves in the dream, and slightly integrating the elven settings in the novel before the time travel, Roland said in a deep voice:

"Elves are the darlings of nature. They are born with the ability to control magic and communicate with nature, and have a long lifespan. Although this makes them unwilling to make progress and remain complacent, it also gives them great strength."

"Based on different physiques and birth methods, they are roughly divided into blood elves and tree elves. The former reproduce in a similar way to humans, while the latter are born from cocoons in ancient trees."

Roland made up a wonderful story, and Sif listened with great interest, and gradually changed from a little belief to a complete acceptance.

After Roland finished telling the elf story, Sif finally asked a question.

"How did you know?"

"I saw an elf very similar to you in my dream. She told me." Roland said seriously.

Sif laughed out loud, "You are so funny, Mr. Roland."

Roland spread his hands and shrugged.

Everyone believes you when you lie, but no one wants to believe you when you tell the truth. Who can blame you?

He skipped the topic and asked softly:

"Xif, elven women have another distinctive feature, they have beautiful looks that are completely in line with human aesthetics. Are you sure that Her Majesty the Queen's appearance can be compared with yours?"

"Although it's a little rude, I've only seen girls as beautiful as you in my dreams."

Sif didn't dislike Roland's behavior of praising her beauty in a roundabout way, and even liked it a little. A lady should not refuse sincere praise.

"Thank you for the compliment. I promise she is as beautiful as me, but her temperament is slightly different."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and secretly sighed that the Sussex family's genes were really good.

"That's no problem. Beauty, elegance, and extraordinary abilities are what elves are."

His peripheral vision glanced over Sif's cheek, trying to see if the ears covered by her hair were slightly longer, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

Once the basic direction is determined, writing a story is easy.

Roland wrote furiously in the carriage, writing a 3,000-word manuscript in more than an hour.

This manuscript begins with an epic narrative.

From the collapse of ancient natural trees, the destruction of the elven empire, and the integration of the blood of the elven survivors into the magnificent history of mankind, the epic scroll begins.

Finally, the Riddler narrative method was used to hint that the elves’ bloodline continues to this day.

People with elven blood are beautiful in appearance, well-behaved, elegant in temperament, and powerful.

Locked in so many qualifiers, it is almost equal to an explicit statement.

"Look up and look at your queen, she is the last descendant of the elves!"

You're done!

"Go to the Sun and submit an article tomorrow!"

"Wait, why is it The Sun and not Collins Publishing?" Sif's surprised gaze fell on Roland's cheek, her eyes full of doubts.

"They are very efficient. It would take at least half a month for Collins Publishing to do this."

There are still nine days until the Art Salon, and I really can’t wait.

Sif hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but remind: "Roland, you may not know much about the background of The Sun."

"I know, media tycoon Rupert."

"He is from the Plantagenet family." Sif sighed.

This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised, "Is it the Plantagenet family, the remnants of the previous dynasty?"

Sif smiled and teased: "Don't use the term remnants of the previous dynasty nonsense. They are the Plantagenet family, loyal and fearless imperial loyalists."

Roland didn't refute, what she said was true.

Seven hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Sussex and the Plantagenet Dynasty fought bloody battles for years. Although they had the upper hand, they could not completely eliminate each other.

Just when the Kingdom of Sussex was ready to accept the helpless result of the division of the two sides by the Thames River, the last king of the Plantagenet Dynasty suddenly announced his surrender.

Not only did the other countries watching the battle suffer from back pain, but the Kingdom of Sussex itself was also confused.

In order to repay the sincerity of the last Plantagenet king, the then King of Sussex made a blood oath to share wealth with the Plantagenet family.

The blood oath is not a joke. If you dare to break the oath, you will at least end up with no descendants.

In this way, under the watch of major powers, the old rivals who had fought for decades suddenly merged, and Sussex was officially promoted to an empire. In the following ten years, it swept across the surrounding small countries, occupied an entire continent and named it the Sussex Continent.

It is no exaggeration to say that at least one-third of the crown of Sussex is due to Plantagenet.

In return, although the Plantagenet dynasty was demoted to the Grand Duke, it could continue to use the king's guards of honor in the territory and retain basic independent military, financial and personnel powers.

In addition to the symbolic surrender of diplomatic power, it was like a country within a country.

According to common sense, the Plantagenet dynasty was enduring and dormant, waiting for the opportunity to bite back, but they were extremely loyal.

In all the civil wars, the Plantagenet family stood firmly on the side of the royal family, contributing money, manpower and troops, just like defending their own interests.

They are iron-blooded royalists.

No wonder The Sun dared to make any gossip, and the royal family was no exception.

With their merits, as long as they did not openly rebel, it was a small matter.

After introducing the background of the Plantagenet family, Sif looked at the sun outside the window curiously, and asked puzzledly: "There are still two hours before the end of get off work, why not go today?"

"Because the queen doesn't know yet."

Roland said slowly: "Everyone is doing things under the banner of the queen, and so are we. Go report to her."