In the Name of the Queen

Perhaps it was an illusion, Roland vaguely felt that Count Sif's tone of voice was a little softer, and there was less of a sense of condescension.

After leaving the dress and arranging an etiquette teacher, Sif said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, she called the post office manager and gave him a few instructions before getting on the carriage and leaving.

Watching Sif leave, Lisa, who was intimidated by Sif's aura and never dared to speak, finally got the chance and bit her lip and asked in confusion: "What is Miss Sif's identity, and why is she protected by the royal guards when she goes out."

"Sister, don't ask about the big shots."

Roland said calmly: "She is the Queen's close friend, and perhaps a white glove agent who handles trivial matters for the Queen, but it doesn't matter."

Lisa shook her head, dispelling the bold and absurd idea, and said with a smile: "Yes, the most important thing now is how you can transform from a commoner to a gentleman who masters aristocratic etiquette in just half a month."

Lisa's words made Roland's smile freeze instantly.

He had heard about the cumbersome etiquette of the Sussex nobility.

The way the nobility speak, do things, communicate and even walk is completely different from ordinary people.

Those cumbersome details are torture in the eyes of others, but they are trivial matters for them.

The aristocratic temperament is cultivated.

It is not a casual saying that three generations of nobility are born.

He is afraid that he will never be able to learn the elegance and nobility of Miss Sif's walk.

Fortunately, he is not a noble, so he does not need to be so harsh. He just needs to master the most basic etiquette and not be rude in the royal salon.

Just as Roland secretly complained in his heart, the etiquette teacher that Sif hired for him walked towards him with an elegant step.

She looked to be in her forties or fifties, and the crow's feet left traces of time at the corners of her eyes, but it can be seen that she was also a beauty when she was young. The years left not only wrinkles on her body, but also the elegance that had been brewing for many years.

She just stood there, and the usually lively Lisa was trembling and dared not speak.

A gentle and magnetic voice sounded, "I am Margaret Sumali, you can call me Teacher Mary. I have served as the etiquette teacher of the late Emperor Edward, Prince Finaud and the current Queen Sylph."

Roland stood in awe, it turned out that she was the etiquette teacher of the royal family.

I am sorry.

Oh no, a teacher of this level must be an old stubborn man with a stick in hand and a stern face, and his requirements are very strict, right?

Just when Roland was complaining in his heart, Teacher Mary's soft but emotionless voice sounded.

"Roland, I am very strict with formal students. But you are different. After all, you are not a nobleman. As long as you are qualified, it's fine."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile: "What does it mean to be qualified?"

"Let the most picky people think you are a real noble."

That's it? Not bad.

What a ghost!

Roland's smile froze instantly.

This is called not demanding?

Seeing Roland's expression of wanting to protest but hesitating to speak, Teacher Mary said softly: "I have never seen Miss Xi Fu pay so much attention to an ordinary person."

"Maybe it's an illusion, but I always feel that your hard work won't be wasted."

Since Teacher Mary said this, Roland naturally wouldn't be hypocritical. He looked serious and greeted Mary with a student's etiquette.

"I will try my best to be the best student, Teacher Mary, when do we start?"

Margaret was very satisfied with Roland's attitude. She nodded slightly and said calmly: "Time is precious, start now. I will arrange the most rigorous training for you in the next two weeks. Four hours in the morning, four hours in the afternoon, and two or three hours of extra training in the evening depending on the situation. Is there any problem?"

"Don't worry, I will formulate a corresponding training plan based on the characteristics of each student, and you will definitely be able to bear it."

The teacher said so, what else can Roland say, he can only nod and accept it.

Fortunately, it's just etiquette learning, although it's tedious, it won't be too tiring.

Roland thought silently.

But he soon found that he was too naive.

Margaret was no ordinary teacher. Her training method was unique. She took him directly to the corridor on the third floor and asked softly, "Have you received combat skills training? Yoga or other physical skills are also fine."

"I have received professional knight combat skills training."

Thinking of his father's education since childhood, Roland silently complained in his heart.

What's good about being a knight?

My father was an excellent knight, but he died on the battlefield as the rear guard of the large army.

Brave and fearless, it's a moving story.

And then he left behind a poor orphan. There will be no record of Old Jack in history books.

Roland has a little sense of belonging to the Sussex Empire, but not much.

He does not reject the idea of ​​reaping the benefits of the expansion of the empire, but he will lay the foundation for the empire with his life.

He is a civilian, not the ruler of the empire.

Margaret's words evoked old memories, and Roland fell silent.

Margaret was indeed the most professional etiquette teacher. She didn't ask questions that were not related to her profession, nor did she care why Roland had received knight training but didn't join the army or become a professional knight. She just carefully understood Roland's physical skills and then pointed her finger at the stair handrail.

"You have a good foundation. It seems that your training can be more intense. Stand on it."

Roland looked at Margaret in astonishment.

Aren't we training etiquette? How can it be the same as combat training.

"If you can keep a perfect pace on the stair handrail, it will be easier on the ground."

That's it.

Although he didn't quite understand, Roland still accepted the arrangement.

He jumped up like a show of skill and landed steadily on the handrail of the stairs.

Margaret's expression did not change at all. She walked a few steps to the handrail, stood still, chest and head held high, focused her mind, and her whole temperament changed instantly.

Just the change in posture and eyes made her change from a kind middle-aged woman to a perfect example of aristocratic manners.

Roland's pupils shrank slightly.

At this moment, Margaret's posture was even more aristocratic than Miss Sif.

Or in other words, she herself had a very standard aristocratic temperament.

"The modern aristocratic pace has gradually formed in the long-term evolution. The main characteristics are that the shoulders and head remain stable, and the pace and stride are uniform. The body movements are natural and soft, not stiff."

"And most importantly, you can't panic or rush at any time."

"Even if the Tamas River stops flowing in front of you, you must remain calm and natural."

Margaret paused slightly and said softly: "Of course, you don't have to be so strict. You just need to be steady and dignified, keep your pace and stride basically consistent, and don't panic."

"Let's start training."

Margaret demonstrated it first.

Roland's eyes were filled with admiration.

As expected of the etiquette teacher appointed by the royal family, this aristocratic step is so authentic.

The top supermodels I saw before crossing over are simply vulgar compared to her.

Margaret walked a section and looked back at Roland.

Roland stood on the handrail and clapped softly.

Margaret had a stern face and wanted to scold a few words, but Roland's sincere smile made it really hard for her to say anything harsh.

A true lady would not refuse sincere praise.

In order to prevent Roland from climbing up the ladder, she said with a stern face: "I hope you can also win my applause at the end of the training. Take two steps first and let me see."

"Yes!"

Roland took a deep breath, adjusted his body posture according to Margaret's instructions, and then walked forward.

Although the handrail was narrow, it was not difficult for him to maintain balance as he had received professional knight training, if there was no oncoming whip.

Just as Roland began to walk forward, Margaret threw the whip in her hand and hit Roland's waist.

Roland turned around and dodged the whip, and cast a slightly proud look at Margaret.

His meaning was very clear.

Teacher, is this a show?

It was indeed a show. Margaret said coldly: "Just a slow-flying whip made you forget to maintain your posture. You are unqualified. You will practice more tonight!"