in the name of the queen

Chapter 242 You can’t resist the twists of fate
"Ah!"

Roland, who was enjoying the sailing time and waiting for Lisa to make coffee, suddenly sneezed.

Lisa, who was helping him stir the coffee, put down her spoon and looked at Roland with concern.

"Roland, are you okay? You don't have a cold, right? No, no, no, no, medicine is scarce at sea. It's very dangerous if you catch a cold. I'm going to make brown sugar and ginger soup for you."

Lisa stood up hurriedly and prepared to go to the kitchen.

"Don't be busy, I'm fine. Maybe I have too many enemies and someone is scolding me behind my back."

Roland smiled and casually pulled Lisa's sleeve and motioned her to sit down.

Lisa lowered her head slightly, looking a little dazed as she watched Roland grab her rudely, but kept the bottom line and only pulled her sleeve without taking the opportunity to touch her hand.

Her memory drifted back to the past.

About two or three years ago, Roland's body grew longer and stronger, and his height was far higher than hers. She could no longer stare at him levelly.

It was from this moment on that Roland began to have an incomprehensible flutter towards girls.

It's a pity that his family is poor and he doesn't even have his own house. Most girls of the same age are unwilling to let him hold their delicate little hands.

Perhaps because he was too hungry, Roland always secretly created opportunities to touch her when he was with her.

As a sister, although her heartbeat would speed up due to accidental contact, she always acquiesced.

She always didn't want Roland to be wronged.

Fortunately, Roland was very measured and never pushed too far. He was satisfied with just smelling her gentle breath and the occasional accidental collision.

Realizing that her younger brother was growing up, Lisa thoughtfully played the role of an eldest sister and helped him find a partner who could meet all his needs.

She could sense that Roland was anxious, and she was also anxious for him.

However, Roland seemed to be in a hurry but not in a hurry. The people he helped find either refused to meet or there was no follow-up after the meeting.

Until Sif showed up.

I don't know since then, Roland's physical contact with her has become less and less.

If it were in the past, he would probably have taken the opportunity to hold her and caress her delicate wrist, touching her palm.

Now it is separated by a layer of fabric that is not too thick.

Although it was not too thick, it made Lisa feel the distance. She felt a little sad in her heart, it was like this even when Sif was not around, and how alienated she would be when she was around.

Lisa finished a bitter romance novel in her mind like lightning, and her increasingly delicate and sensitive heart trembled slightly.

"Sister, sit down." Roland didn't know that she was thinking about a novel, so he smiled and motioned for her to sit down.

Lisa looked at Roland's clear eyes and didn't know what to say.

After an unknown amount of time, she left an inexplicable sentence, "No, don't be careless even if there is only a slight chance. I'm going to make ginger soup right now!"

Breaking free from Roland's hand, Lisa quietly exited the room.

Before leaving, she muttered in the softest voice: "Calling me sister makes me look older. Just call me Lisa from now on."

Roland looked thoughtfully at Lisa's retreating figure.

He didn't think much about it just now, he just reached out and grabbed the sleeve.

He and sister Lisa were so close that there were so many taboos.

If he happened to grab his wrist, he wouldn't mind enjoying the warm touch of the smooth skin for a moment. If it’s clothes, then clothes.

Just when he almost skipped this episode, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

No, what Sister Lisa just said is very problematic.

He remembered clearly that just over a year ago, Lisa repeatedly asked Roland to call her sister, saying that not calling her sister would be disrespectful and too alienating.

It has only been more than a year, and Sister Lisa is only in her early twenties. Doesn’t she think that the title of sister is too old?

Of course not, she must have an idea.

Although the accuracy of guessing the girl's thoughts was very low, Roland still used his brain.

Sister Lisa is not another girl, she is the sister next door who grew up with him, and he understands her.

Thinking of Lisa's bold guess that "Alina is his lover" not long ago, Roland suddenly realized.

He really understood this time.

Lisa was hinting that he should exercise restraint and not make Sif jealous and ruin the overall situation.

Helping Alina return to the country to seize power will definitely make Sif feel unhappy. If she goes too close, Sif may actually become angry in anger.

Although this is not a romantic drama and any misunderstanding can be solved, it is always better if there is no misunderstanding.

Thank you, Sister Lisa.

It was Sister Lisa who felt sorry for him the most. She used to help him introduce his girlfriend, and now she helped him get closer to Sif.

Although she did this out of selfishness, she cared more about him.

He will not live up to this affection.

"I want them all" is not a madman's rant, but his solemn promise.

But he also knew that he was alone now, with a beautiful girl of the same age beside him. Sif would definitely be worried about him, and he had to reassure Sif.

After much thought, he came up with the correct answer.

Get a pen and paper and quickly write a passionate, handwritten letter that is almost a love letter.

There are no sentences describing love in the whole article, but thoughts are completely infiltrated between the lines.

As expected of me, the great Sussex writer.

Roland was very satisfied with the letter.

After writing the letter, he rang the bell to call his adjutant Dodge, and asked him to use the few carrier pigeons left on the ship to deliver an urgent message to Sif.

"Remember, use at least three carrier pigeons flying in different directions to ensure the message is delivered back."

Dodge decisively saluted and accepted the order, but he couldn't help but remind Roland, "Mr. Governor, homing pigeons can only fly with memory. They have to cross the Golden Kite country to return home, and there is a risk of being captured."

"I know, so to ensure safe delivery, I asked you to use three carrier pigeons."

Roland's answer was very calm.

Dodge was speechless. That was not what he was reminding. Although the leader may not like his subordinates to talk too much, it is his duty to remind the leader and he can only make his words clear.

"Mr. Governor, I mean, aren't you worried about leaks?"

"Don't worry, he won't understand even if it falls into Marco's hands." Facing Dodge's doubts, Roland was full of confidence.

Since the Governor has said so, to continue to persuade is to question.

Dodge quickly took the three letters written by Roland and sealed with wax, and left quickly.

He had just walked out of the cabin and was about to find the carrier pigeon when he suddenly stopped and thought carefully before heading towards Bridges' command cabin.

Holding Roland's handwritten letter, Dodge made a report to Bridges and asked whether he would fully comply with it.

Bridges glared at the adjutant without hesitation and warned seriously: "Dodge, I hope you remember one thing, Governor Roland is our direct superior, and his orders must be implemented to the letter."

"If anything like this happens again in the future, just do it directly. If it's convenient, let me know afterwards. If it's inconvenient, don't say anything."

"The Governor is wise and decisive, how could he not consider everything carefully? It's okay for you to remind the Governor, but don't be too smart!"

Dodge rarely saw Bridges with such a serious expression, and he trembled with fright.

He knew what Bridges meant by being a smartass.

Certainly not to remind the Governor of secrecy. This was his duty as an adjutant, and he did it right. What he meant by being smart was that he didn't immediately carry out the governor's order, but instead came to ask Bridges for instructions.

Dodge was sweating profusely and left quickly.

Looking at his leaving back, Bridges just shook his head.

If the leadership were changed, Dodge would be right to do this. Ask for more instructions and report more, so you don't have to take responsibility. This is to protect yourself.

But Roland is no ordinary leader.

He has a sharp eye and can discern people's feelings.

Don't think about having these things under Governor Roland, just work hard.

Looking at the blue sky and sea outside the window, Bridges suddenly became curious. What did the Governor write in the letter?
Based on his understanding of Roland, he would definitely not write a letter from all the way without saying anything important.

He will most likely send an action signal to Her Majesty the Queen, and he will use the agreed secret language.

The code words had to be clever enough to mislead even if the letter fell into Marco's hands.

Even the shooting down of a certain homing pigeon might be considered by Governor Roland.

As expected of the Governor, he is so calculating!

Bridges thought silently.

"Ah!"

Roland, who was reading a book in the top cabin, sneezed again.

Lisa, who happened to come in with brown sugar and ginger soup, saw this scene and stared at Roland with a straight face.

"You said you don't have a cold. How can you keep sneezing when you don't have a cold? Extraordinary people are not immune to diseases, but they have learned painful lessons in history. Be obedient and drink the ginger soup first. I will find a doctor to prescribe medicine for you later."

"I know, Lisa." Faced with Lisa's sister's concern, Roland had no choice but to accept it.

"What Lisa? You don't even know your sister when you become the governor? Call me Sister Lisa from now on!"

Lisa put the ginger soup on the table, her cheeks slightly red.

Roland stared at her dumbfounded, his big eyes full of confusion.

He didn't speak, but questioned with his eyes.

Just half an hour ago, Lisa asked him very seriously not to call her sister, but to call her Lisa. He obeyed obediently, but Lisa changed her mind?

He knew that it was difficult to guess a girl's thoughts, but was it so difficult?

Seeing Roland's confused look, Lisa bit her lip and started to cheat.

"We girls are so fickle, aren't we?"

Yes, of course.

You'd be a fool to argue with a girl who must be treated gently.

Roland was not a fool. He picked up the soup bowl and started drinking ginger soup. He used the action of drinking soup to cancel the plot dialogue that would have been skipped in the game.

Seeing Roland's obedient appearance, Lisa's lips raised slightly and she let out a sigh of relief.

Just now when she was in the kitchen, she suddenly figured it out.

She's so stupid, really.

With Roland's irrepressible talents and ever-expanding power and position, he will definitely have more than one partner by his side in the future.

It won't change even if my wife is the queen.

Miss Sif has been born into the royal family since she was a child, so she can probably accept it.

Roland had more than one wife or lover, but only one sister who transcended family ties.

She was originally the unique sister Lisa, but she wanted to become Lisa, the lover Lisa who couldn't compete with Sif and Alina no matter how hard she tried. It was really stupid.

What does she want? Of course, he will always be with Roland.

In addition, she also hopes to have an irreplaceable position in Roland's heart.

A sister whose family relationship has deteriorated but who is not related by blood is obviously more precious than an ordinary lover.

She figured it out, Roland was confused.

But that's not important. What's important is that she will be his sister for life and take care of him forever.

Putting down the ginger soup bowl, Roland was hesitating to find something to say when Lisa, who was sitting opposite, leaned over.

They are getting closer and closer.

Roland's heartbeat sped up inexplicably.

He wasn't worried that Lisa would do something strange, but he was confused by her leaping thinking today.

Facing Lisa getting closer and closer, he finally figured it out.

He and sister Lisa will never be separated in this life. In this case, does it matter what you call it?

Lisa can call it whatever she likes.

The slender fingertips touched Roland's cheek, and Lisa's fingers stayed on his lips, picking away a strand of licorice residue, just like she had helped Roland pick out the rice grains stuck to his mouth in the past few years.

Time seems to have never changed.

It had been a long time since I had looked at Roland so close.

Seeing the clarity flowing in his deep eyes, Lisa smiled happily.

No matter how prominent Roland was outside, he was still the same person at home.

Lisa subconsciously stretched out her other hand, but she forgot that she was supporting it on the table, and she forgot how close she and Roland were.

The moment she raised her left hand, her upper body lost its center of gravity and threw forward.

Facts have proved that even smart and sensitive girls will be particularly slow when they are confused, and even forget the skills they possess, and extraordinary people are no exception.

Although Lisa didn't scream instead of braking, her mind went blank.

She fell towards Roland very naturally and fell into his arms.

Sister Lisa, who was holding the warm-scented nephrite, looked at her shy and trembling eyes, and felt that the distance between her lips was less than five centimeters, and Roland understood instantly.

He may not understand girls, but he can read the atmosphere.

Sister Lisa is an extraordinary person, how could she be so dull that she forgets to support her with both hands and falls over? This is what Lisa wants.

It would probably be very embarrassing if a girl throws herself into a hug on the pretense of falling down but is pushed away ruthlessly.

Even if you don't hate because of love, you will at least be depressed and depressed.

Thinking of Lisa's struggles over the title, Roland certainly understood what she wanted.

Both sister and lover.

Lisa couldn't compete for the title of wife, but she was unwilling to fall behind everywhere, so she did this.

Roland hugged Lisa's shoulders tightly, and the distance between the two became closer and closer, until their lips were touching everything, and they were no longer separated at all.

Hot tears rolled down Lisa's cheeks.

What happened today was not what she expected, but the end point was exactly the same.

This is fate, right?
Lisa closed her eyes and was immersed in the fate, unable to extricate herself.

(End of this chapter)