in the name of the queen.

Chapter 18 Passing by
  The reward was received, it was heavy.

Roland did not rush back to show Lisa the house, but went to find Earl Tyrone first.

He did not expect asylum, but wanted to tell the truth as quickly as possible.

Outsiders thought that this championship was hand-picked by the Queen, but only Roland understood that this championship was won for him by the Queen's best friend Sif.

He could argue that the transaction was urgent and he was forced to do so, any reason would do, and Sif would probably understand.

But she must be informed as soon as possible afterwards.

This is respect, she has the right to know.

To respect others is to respect yourself.

Sif would definitely not be happy if she found out later that the essay winner was exchanged for money.

Roland could not care what the enemy thought, but he had to consider her mood.

They are friends.

Thick barriers don't exist all the time. Aren't Brother Xun and Yuan also good friends? Bah, it's Brother Tuzi.

Although Sif would not even take off her veil, she did treat him as a friend.

When they exchange novel plots in the study room, they are simply authors and readers.

Roland understood that he was an emotional person and was definitely not worried about Sif getting angry and retaliating, or even going to complain to the Queen.

Sif was not here, but the housekeeper saw Roland and said with a smile:

"Mr. Roland, Miss has a close relationship with His Majesty and often stays overnight in the palace. She will not be back today. If you have something to do, please come early tomorrow."

The count went into the palace to change his clothes and he was the queen. How could he leave the palace again if nothing happened.

The butler knew, but he didn't tell.

Roland hesitated for a moment and said softly: "This matter is very important. I am writing a personal letter and asking you to help deliver it to the palace."

"Can't you wait all night?"

The butler frowned slightly, but neither refused nor agreed directly.

"The count doesn't have to read it, but I must inform you today."

"It seems that this matter is indeed important, so let's talk about it in person."

Just when Roland insisted, a soft voice sounded from behind.

It was Sif herself.

Looking at Roland's straight back, Sif suddenly thought of Teacher Margaret's recommendation, and her irritable mood calmed down a little.

Just an hour ago, Teacher Wald got angry at her in a rare moment.

The fierce words and impulsive tone are completely inconsistent with the name of a wise man.

The teacher was so angry that he fainted on the spot. If the doctor hadn't been nearby, something might have happened.

Sif understood Walder's anger.

She is somewhat apathetic.

But she also had something to say.

Can Queen Sophia be easily provoked?
  In the past ten years, there have been several queens around the world, but they all later made their husbands emperors and themselves queens.

There are those who don’t, and they all die.

What the teacher said is correct. How could the majestic Queen of the Sussex Empire bow to the barbarians in the Land of Winter? But who can afford to offend Sophia?

Sif shuddered at the thought of being an enemy of such a female devil.

Is this a question of whether you want to or not?
  She actually thought that she didn't have that ability.

Now that she has not officially ascended the throne, she is not technically a queen, so Sophia will not argue with her for the time being.

When she officially ascends the throne, Sophia will definitely send a friendly handwritten letter asking her if she plans to get married and let her husband act as emperor.

If not, it's the enemy.

Sif wants to be an emperor quietly, even as a mascot. She just doesn't want to die. Is this too much to ask?
  The teacher felt aggrieved, but she was still aggrieved.

Who has ever understood her?
  She was originally a carefree and carefree little princess in the earldom, but was forced to become the queen without even a reliable helper. Is it easy for her?
  While I was silently cursing, Teacher Margaret's words suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Roland has great potential. He may not be visible now, but he is definitely a diamond in the rough."

She didn't think so at the time.

Where do you get so many rough jade? There is no jade in anything but raising a bunch of losers.

But looking at Roland's straight back and calm smile after turning around, she suddenly had a bold idea. Since Teacher Mary recommended it, should she try it first?
  She had nothing to lose anyway.

Teacher Margaret has seen many aristocratic young talents, but she has never praised anyone. Maybe Roland really has something special?

With the beauty filter recommended by Teacher Mary, when Sif looked at Roland, she suddenly realized that this guy was actually very handsome and handsome.

Wrote "Oh my God, the Queen is pregnant, who did it?" "The stereotypes brought about by such reactionary books have also improved a lot.

Just as the villains were fighting in Sif's mind, Roland turned around and greeted Sif with the gentlemanly etiquette he had just learned.

He is a champion essayist and a guest of the Queen, so it is reasonable for him to consider himself a gentleman.

Seeing his polite appearance, Sif couldn't help but marvel in her heart.

No wonder Teacher Mary specially recommended it, Roland is a really fast learner. Roland didn't know that his impression score would improve with Sif, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

After all, he traded the championship for money.

Although he had considerations, it was a fact that it was sold.

What should I say later?

Roland was confused, and so was Sif.

She hadn't thought about how many opportunities she would have to meet Roland before, and she didn't even take off her mask. Although she had a good reason, it was indeed a bit rude.

It's somewhat repellent.

What if Roland thinks in his heart that she is an arrogant noble?
  What should I say later?

Seeing Roland and Sif looking at each other, speechless, the housekeeper couldn't hold himself back.

If you two have anything to say, why don't you go into the room to talk and play while standing? There will be reporters outside the door later, eavesdropping.

The mature and prudent housekeeper coughed lightly and reminded: "Miss, it's cold outside, so you'd better invite the guests in for a cup of tea."

Sif suddenly woke up, pinched the hem of her skirt and returned the greeting to Roland, then made a gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Roland, my family has Mallan black tea specially provided by the royal family. Come and have a cup of tea with me."

"It's my pleasure."

Roland stretched out his right hand, and Sif was stunned for a moment, suddenly thinking that this was a hand-holding gift popular among the upper-class nobles in the Plantagenet Dynasty.

Women often wear floor-length skirts when attending dinner parties, which makes walking difficult, so considerate men will extend their right hands to let women hold them.

The ladies attending the dinner all wear gloves, but they don't come into direct contact.

Expressing politeness without taking advantage, this etiquette quickly became popular.

After the Plantagenets were replaced by the Sussex Empire, this ritual continued among the upper nobility until a later episode.

The tyrant nicknamed Blue Eyes chopped off Duke Alphonse's hand.

The reason turned out to be that Duke Alphonse provided a hand gift to the blue-eyed secret lover.

This serious violation of the rules of the game unsurprisingly triggered a civil war.

Blue Eyes' battlefield performance is very eye-catching, far from worthy of his reputation for bloodthirsty and cruelty.

After the defeat, Blue Eyes himself was exiled, and his direct descendants were deprived of their inheritance rights, instead being inherited by Sif's ancestors.

Perhaps because she came to the throne in a wrong way, Sif's ancestors had an ambiguous attitude towards the gift of hand that triggered the civil war in the empire.

This gentlemanly etiquette was gradually forgotten in the long history.

Seeing Roland's straight outstretched right hand, Sif was stunned.

This secret is not known to anyone, but she is a member of the royal family, so she naturally knows it.

But how did Roland know? Does he have an unknown background behind him?

She hesitated whether to put her hand up.

She was indeed wearing gloves, but the white gauze and lace-trimmed gloves were so thin that she almost didn't wear them.

It felt strange to hook up like this and give Roland his hand directly.

The hand subconsciously stretched out hung in the air, as if frozen.

The moment she hesitated, Roland cursed himself in his mind.

Just learn something and show it off, bah.

Even if Sif considered him a friend, the gap between nobles and commoners still existed.

Sif definitely didn't recognize this long-lost ancient etiquette.

In the simple folk customs of Sussex, unmarried men and women rarely have close contact, which made Sif mistakenly think that it was inappropriate for him to take advantage of her.

In a flash, Roland reacted and immediately withdrew his hand.

In the flash of lightning, Sif also reacted and immediately stretched out her hand.

No matter how many twists and turns there are behind the hand-holding ceremony, there is nothing wrong with the etiquette itself.

Roland invited as a gentleman, but refusing for no reason seemed rude to her.

This is not okay.

She is an elegant royal girl, and she cannot be rude in front of guests.

They acted at the same time in perfect agreement.

Roland retracted his hand, and Sif extended her hand.

Their fingertips seemed to touch each other in the air, sparking fire.
  Passed by.

The old housekeeper standing behind them looked up at the sky in silence.

This damn cloudy day is so annoying.

Everything is great in Sussex, but there is too little sunshine.

(End of this chapter)