In the Name of the Queen

The carriage started slowly and sped away.

The speed was very fast, but the carriage was not bumpy.

The streets of this era were paved with stone slabs, and the roads were not smooth. Domestic garbage and animal feces could be seen everywhere.

Some people even maliciously speculated that the nobles walked on tiptoe and pinched the hems of their skirts carefully because they were afraid of stepping on dirt.

This statement was recognized by most people.

The reason why the carriage was stable was the magic circle under the carriage.

The most advanced magic circle must take into account multiple functions such as vertical stability, temperature control, buffering, power and even defense.

Most of the cost of high-end carriages is on the magic circle.

The petrochemical raw materials of the Theia plane were exhausted in the previous eras, directly announcing that the era of internal combustion engines had ended before it began. And the magic civilization also sank along with the Creation Tower of the Magic Empire in the pre-magic era.

It is called the new era, but it is actually a civilization depression in the history of the plane.

Sitting in the carriage, Sif was thinking about the heavy topic of the future of mankind. She was deeply troubled by another worry that upset her.

Roland was very determined that she and the Queen were two people.

He was usually sharp-eyed and smart, but he was very stubborn in this matter.

This was probably what the ancient philosophers said, "No matter how smart a person is, there will be times when he is confused."

This beautiful misunderstanding is almost impossible to explain.

At the beginning, she was not familiar with Roland, so she naturally would not tell him the truth.

Thinking carefully, there was only one chance, that is, when the mask was removed.

Tell the truth while letting him see the "truth".

Missing that moment, when Roland used the name of the Queen to make profits for Earl Sif, she completely lost the opportunity to speak.

How would Roland feel if he confessed now?

Just as Sif was holding her little face in distress, the carriage slowly stopped.

The carriage did not drive into Sheffield Castle, but came to the Walder family.

Reporting to the Queen was simple, and it was completed instantly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Informing the teacher of the situation was not easy.

The teacher couldn't stand the stimulation of bad news.

Sif carefully told Wald the gossip in The Sun, but the teacher didn't react.

Just when Sif was surprised, he slowly asked, "Does it have an impact?"

"Of course!"

Sif was so excited that she almost jumped up.

What a joke!

She hadn't even held hands with the opposite sex of the same age, but she was slandered as a bad woman with a messy private life and even pregnancy. Isn't this serious?

Facing the student's complaint, Wald smiled and shook his head, "These are all trivial matters. You can think about the specific reasons slowly."

It's not that he deliberately made it up, but it's really inconvenient to say.

Sif, this child, is so pure that she doesn't seem to be from the royal family.

Compared with those royal and noble members whose private lives are chaotic and decadent, she is like an elf in the sea of ​​flowers without dust.

Sif looked up at the teacher and asked softly, "What about Roland's suggestion?"

She was a little conflicted.

If the teacher rejected Roland, she would be in a dilemma whether to support either side.

"Of course it must be carried out! Even if the slander is harmless, it cannot be offended casually. The Plantagenet family can ignore it, but the mastermind behind the contributor cannot be let go."

Wald's originally turbid eyes flashed a cold light, and he said coldly: "Leave this matter to me. How can a teacher ignore someone bullying my good student?"

"You go and remind Roland that you should also pay attention to the bards in the square. They like to read stories from newspapers to illiterate citizens to make them shut up."

"Hurry up!"

Looking at Sif's hurriedly leaving back, Wald had a smug smile on his lips.

Although Roland, this little fox, is smart, he is not as mature and steady as him.

He still has to rely on him at the critical moment.

Seeing the sun gradually setting in the west, Sif hurriedly said goodbye, and the carriage started again, heading straight for the slums with extremely poor environment.

When the carriage entered the slums, the children playing on the roadside stopped and made way as if they had seen a ghost.

The children could not recognize the grade of the carriage, but they knew that those who could ride in the carriage were powerful people.

If you were hit by a carriage, you could only consider yourself unlucky.

If you blocked the nobles' road, you would only get some compensation if you were killed.

Under the hateful gaze of the children, the carriage soon arrived at Roland's mansion.

Sif hurriedly got off the carriage, frowned at the garbage on the ground.

She bit her pink lips, rolled up the hem of her skirt in her hands, and got off the carriage on tiptoe.

She was willing to believe that the nobles practiced tiptoeing to avoid stepping on garbage.

The driver ran over quickly and knocked on the door hard.

"Tom, knock gently!"

Sif frowned, it was too rude.

The driver's hand shrank slightly, and he quickly stopped knocking on the door and called for the door to be opened.

The door slowly opened, and there was no Roland, but Lisa.

When their eyes met, Sif and Lisa had the same idea in their minds at the same time.

Why is it you?

Where is Roland?

Fortunately, Lisa's mind worked quickly. She smiled and greeted Sif, "Roland didn't come back. I thought he was with you."

"Not back? Then do you know where he usually goes at night?" Sif was a little anxious.

"If it's normal, it's probably the library."

Sif rejected Lisa's speculation in her heart.

Roland would definitely not go to the library when encountering such a big thing.

Seeing that night was approaching, the bard was about to start performing under the street lights. Sif didn't bother to look for Roland and directly sent the carriage to the Royal Square.

Solve the problem first and then consider the aftermath.

If there is a minstrel performance tonight, the coachman will interfere violently.

Tom is not an ordinary coachman, he is very good at fighting.

If you can find a reason, arrest him with a high-sounding reason. If you can't find a reason, arrest him first and discuss it later!

Sif bit her lip and thought.

When she put on the mask, hurriedly got off the carriage, and stood in the Royal Square, she was shocked to see Roland was already under the street light.

The minstrel was indeed performing, but the content was not today's "Sun", but the content that Roland would submit tomorrow.

He had thought of it?

Although wearing a mask, Roland still recognized Sif in the crowd at a glance.

Some people are born extraordinary, and they are always the most dazzling existence in the vast sea of ​​people.

For example, Sif.

Roland can always recognize her at a glance in occasions where more than 500 people gather.

He squeezed a path through the crowd and came to Sif with a smile.

"Why are you here? Have you reported to His Majesty?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?" Roland asked curiously.

"She accepted your suggestion and thanked you for everything you did." Sif said faintly.

Roland thought, this is more or less.

It's okay to work hard, but you can't do it behind your boss's back. You have to let her know it.

Not only do you have to be able to do things, but you also have to let the people who can promote you see how hard you work.

"Roland, how did you convince them? Bards are all arrogant guys."

Sif cleverly changed the subject.

Roland opened his left hand, with a beautiful gold coin in the palm, and then clenched his right hand into a fist and said with a smile:

"Bards are also people and need to eat."

He waved his fist, "As long as you have enough patience, communication is not difficult."

Sif was amused by Roland.

This guy is always so humorous in front of her, but he never hides his fierce and indifferent side in front of others.

"Thank you."

Perhaps she felt that saying thank you was too perfunctory, Sif winked at the coachman and asked him to bring the purse over, ready to reward Roland with a bag of gold coins.

Roland saw through her thoughts and quickly waved his hand to stop her.

He opened his right hand, and the crystal pendant that could summon the Knight of the White Rose was clearly visible in his palm.

"I already have the best thank-you gift."