in the name of the queen.

Chapter 225 How can I repay the territory I owe you?
The mansion of Athos.

In the small restaurant in the backyard, as the owner, he hosted a banquet for old friends Porthos and Aramis, whom he had not seen for a while.

The three of them took office as senior officials in three overseas provinces at about the same time, and stayed there for three or four years.

Their situations in the officialdom are different, and their areas of expertise are also different, but they are all frustrated.

Senior officials are the pinnacle of local officials, and what local officials fear most is that Bai Ganbo cannot be seen by his leaders.

Except for a few provinces around the imperial capital, becoming a high official elsewhere basically meant the end of a political career.

Apart from getting more benefits, everything you look at is despair, and there is no future at all.

They tried countless ways to get closer to the emperor, but they all failed.

They started out as small town administrative officials, and although they also conducted off-market operations and used some unspeakable means to improve key positions, they were all capable officials with real qualities.

However, the empire is full of talents, and the most indispensable thing is people who can work.

Porthos was stunned.

Aramis sighed softly and picked up the wine glass. The spicy ridicule made Porthos blush instantly.

"Forget it, just a few thousand pounds, it's better than nothing." Porthos muttered softly.

That was a royal territory less than a hundred kilometers away from the imperial capital, and they were now vassals of the queen!

Their normal outcome is to continue struggling between the desire for progress and pessimism, grow old, and be replaced by new people.

"I don't care about you, but I will never go to the Earl of Tyrone in my life, nor will I take even a penny from the territory."

In the past half year, they have burst out with the same momentum as when they first entered the officialdom twenty years ago and tried their best.

Changes of titles within the royal family and grand duchyes do not need to go through the House of Lords as long as they comply with common practice.

To be precise, the food that the three old guys served with wine was not the food on the table, but the Baron they just got.

On the table are the best snacks from the three overseas provinces, including golden crispy elbow and carefully cooked blood sausage, plus fresh cod and lobster, which are high-quality snacks for this era.

Last time, they cut off their flesh to save their lives under Roland's suggestion. Fortunately, the Queen was kind enough to forget the past and return part of their property to them.

Porthos, who was half drunk and half awake, asked the other two old guys with a big smile:
"How much income can our new baron make in a year?"

The three old guys clinked glasses and drank happily, their faces flushed.

Porthos was stunned.

Bordos was slightly disappointed, picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

This barony is just a transitional title, and will be transferred to them after the queen takes power, and it may even be a higher-level title.

This guy really cares about this little money?

When the knighthood report was rejected by the House of Lords, they were disheartened. They thought that the light that lit up the world had disappeared, but the Queen was the Queen, and she quickly let them know what light meant.

The Queen activated her privileges and gave them her territory.

The three of them have each made more than half a million pounds in the past few years.

He understood the meaning behind Aramis' words.

Although there were some twists and turns, they got what they wanted.

"cheers!"

Their barons were retained.

If you don't know what's good and what's wrong, and you really carelessly go to the Queen's territory to show off your power, then it's a standard case of not knowing how to promote.

Long live the Queen!

If you don't do it, others will.

Until the Governor and the Queen come.

Since the Queen came to the three overseas provinces, their world suddenly became brighter.

After listening to Porthos' words, Aramis sighed softly, put down his wine glass, and reminded softly:

Your ticket to high society.

Athos and Aramis looked at each other, confused.

Governor Roland was two years older than the Queen.

Just when he was puzzled, Athos smiled and teased: "The Queen gives you face, not to let you step on her face."

Just changed from the province of Suig to the earldom of Tyrone.

To them, the Great Goddess is far away in the sky, and the Queen is right before their eyes.

"My old friend, after all these years, your poor brain is still only capable of bragging and giving speeches."

"My friend, if you don't want to be a baron in your life, you shouldn't ask such stupid questions."

Don't be shameless. The woman did not give them the royal territory, but used Count Sif to find a place for them to step down. This did not mean that she was willing to divide the traditional royal territory.

"Although the Earl of Tyrone is rich, it is only an earldom after all. The tax revenue it can provide is only 80,000 to 90,000 pounds per year. The share that each of us can get is probably a few thousand pounds."

This was a royal privilege granted by heraldry law.

Porthos drank another glass of wine and said with some frustration: "That's still the short-term Baron."

"Idiot, do other people know you are Baron Airhead?"

Aramis mocked angrily:
"The Lord of the Imperial City only knows that you are a hereditary baron under the command of Earl Tyrone, and a direct vassal of the royal family's inherent territory. How many people want this honor but can't get it."

Porthos chuckled and used the gesture of drinking to cover up his embarrassment.

He really didn't understand the difference between titles. "Athos, you once let slip that your ancestors were wealthy. Is this guy right?"

After hearing Porthos's words, Athos's face became slightly gloomy.

He picked up the wine glass and paused for a long time before taking a sip.

"Porthos, remember, don't go to the Earl of Tyrone, ever."

"drink wine!"

Athos rarely spoke in such a cold tone. Porthos shuddered and was mostly awake from the wine. He muttered in a low voice: "If you don't want to go, don't go. Let's not talk about this and drink!"

Athos took a deep breath, picked up the wine glass, clinked it with the two old men, and drank it all in one gulp.

He cast his gaze to the northwest.

That's the direction of the empire's homeland.

Porthos just couldn't go to the Earl of Tyrone, but he couldn't even return to his homeland.

Sometimes I really envy these simple-minded guys.

He looked curiously at the square where the Queen's Palace and the Governor's Palace were located.

What are Her Majesty the Queen and Governor Roland doing now?
Everyone was compensated except Governor Roland.

No matter how generous the Queen was, it would be impossible for her to package up all her private territory and give it to Roland.

Wait, it seems possible.

There was a smile on Athos's lips, and he filled himself up with wine.

"For the glory of the empire, for Her Majesty the Queen and the Governor, let's have another drink."

Aramis and Porthos looked at each other and almost burst into laughter.

This guy Athos, who is he speaking these high-sounding words to at this time?
No matter what, drink!
Have fun tonight, get drunk before you stop!
Tonight, many people went home and opened champagne to celebrate, but Roland and Sif were not included.

After enjoying a fairly sumptuous dinner, Sif and Roland went to the best spot on the top floor of the Queen's Palace to enjoy the night view.

In the late autumn night, the cool breeze blows, which is particularly refreshing.

Sif was in a good mood, and today's meeting was completely expected.

Everyone's reaction was similar to what she and Roland had deduced.

Sitting in the main seat of the conference hall, she looked down at the audience, as if she controlled the entire world.

However, this is an illusion, there are only two people she cannot control.

Roland and Sophia.

Looking at Roland's calm expression, Sif sighed softly: "Although I already knew the result, I am still disappointed by the rejection by the House of Lords."

"Why?" Roland asked softly.

"They didn't think much of me."

Sif squinted her eyes and sighed in confusion: "We opened up a new province for the empire in just over seven months in three overseas provinces. Isn't this achievement not outstanding enough?"

"Enough is not enough."

"Qing Luolan, please use a language I can understand." Sif's tone was somewhat dissatisfied. Of course, it was not directed at Roland, but at the old nobles.

"It's very simple. Your achievements exceed those of the recent emperors, especially your father. There is no doubt about this. But the power of the cabinet is getting bigger and bigger now. Even if you officially ascend the throne, how much power can you get back?"

"There is a special term for this phenomenon, called a lame emperor. No matter how outstanding your ability is, it cannot change the trend of cabinet power becoming more and more powerful and imperial power declining in the past hundred years. In the face of the general trend, the strength of personal ability has nothing to do with it. unimportant."

Sif fell into a long silence.

In fact, Roland was taking care of her face, and there were still words left unsaid.

The old nobles did not believe how many years she would live.

Being Sophia's enemy was her greatest misfortune.

If Sif takes the initiative to abdicate, then she will only be Earl Tyrone. Is it necessary for the old nobles to curry favor with an earl who has no real power?
Those who can exercise voting rights in the House of Lords are all top nobles. Who didn't start out as an earl?

Sif's little pink fist clenched and unclenched.

She didn't feel red or depressed, and her expression was very calm.

This world is always so cruel and real.

But this world is not without good things.

Looking at Roland's gentle gaze, Sif's lips raised slightly and she said with a smile:

"Time will tell. Come have a drink with me."

Sif's reaction surprised Roland. He smiled and teased: "Is there any reason? I lost a count and I am not in the mood to drink at all."

"Don't worry, the earl who owes you will definitely pay back double the amount."

Sif's voice was full of confidence.

Although it was unclear why Sif was so confident, Roland still raised his glass.

Cheers to this confidence!
Of course he didn't know that Sif had just thought of transferring the Earldom of Tyrone to Roland.

She wants to win everything.

If she couldn't win, she would owe everyone in the world, except Roland.

(End of this chapter)