Marshal of the Empire, General Roland.
Abandoning these honorary titles, the remaining "Robert Dalton" is just a poor boy from Lopt, with low self-esteem and sensitivity.
I always remember the aristocrats passing by the Loput block, glamorously asking the servants to kick the people beside the carriage, and letting the rats in the slums not stain their clothes. The first thing he snatched from the battlefield was a coat full of embroidery and inlaid with pearls. Standing among the corpses all over the ground, with bone wounds on his shoulders, he unfolded the coat almost convulsively, and draped it over his shoulders. At that moment, Robert Dalton felt as if he had also put on a dazzling shell. He clenched his gun tightly, savoring the power and beauty brought by fighting, and letting his natural ambition run through his veins.
While remembering every contemptuous look in his eyes, he armed himself with gorgeous armor, as if he had defeated the nobles who kicked him down at the beginning, and defeated the lowliness engraved on him.
All his unscrupulous titles and achievements make up a glorious, arrogant man. It was his armor, his sword, his armour.
A despicable person like him has nothing but unwillingness and ambition.
"It's Robert Dalton who likes you."
The young black-haired officer curled his lips and smiled with a rare smile that wasn't sharp at all.
He gave up his proud armor to like her, like all young men who catch a glimpse of the girl's face in the twilight outside the garden, and feel sad and heartbroken at the same time.
Dalton looked at the Queen who was listening to him calmly. There is no contempt or sarcasm in her eyes, but neither warmth nor softness, like a god or an angel standing on a cloud, quietly looking down at the mortals who love her, neither laughing nor shaken by it. He, a mouse born in darkness and filth, loves such a just sun, and because of his greed, he always wants to take this justice for himself, just like he once hated the nobles and tried to make himself a noble .
That's how sensitive, inferior, greedy and conceited Robert Dalton likes you.
"Please don't ever tell me the answer."
He took off his coat, put it on the queen, and begged slowly.
"Don't tell me the answer, let me be so ambitious forever, so greedy forever, so ignorant of destiny forever."
Dalton's hands with sharp fingers gathered the neckline of the queen, and before more people came, he covered the traces that were more likely to cause rumors than a coat before more people came.
"Please always drive my ambition and greed like this, and make me your indomitable sword."
He stood up straight, suppressing the smile on his face. The moonlight was printed on half of his cheek, and when the sound of hurried footsteps came, he turned back into that cold and sharp imperial officer again.
The Queen didn't answer.
She walked to the door and calmly ordered the crowd who had heard the explosion to clear the secret passage.
When Dalton left the room, he saw Heinrich wearing a black cloak standing in the shadows for an unknown amount of time at the corner of the corridor. Dalton glanced at him coldly, and walked away from the other end of the corridor. The night wind blew on his face, bringing a slight chill.
His heart is like a queen.
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"There are many people who like you," Mrs. Kelly said as she helped the Queen change into her nightgown.
Prince Arthur's plan was impeccable. The secret passage was completely destroyed. If he wanted to find out which direction its exit led to, he would have to stay in Rose Strait for a few more days. This will delay the meeting with Emperor Orsis of Root. After clearing the secret passage, the queen ordered people to stop the follow-up work and let them continue to pack their luggage.
Undoing the bun half tied behind her head, Adele was not surprised to hear Mrs. Kelly's words.
"Anyone want to say something through you?" Adele asked.
"There are some people who seem to be worried about your relationship with Orsis." Mrs. Kelly replied. As the time for the engagement of the two imperial monarchs approached, some people in the Roland Empire gradually had new worries.
Although there are many rumors around the queen, the list of lovers compiled by political enemies can go around a long circle from the gate of the palace to the gate of the city. However, most people know in their hearts that although there are many men around the queen, the young queen has never had a real "lover". Many people compare her to a "spider" in private, insinuating that she manipulates the ambiguous threads with her courtiers like a witch, and balances the relationship between religion, the nobility, the army, and even the entire court in a smooth way. .
For most people, this is a good thing, but at some point, it can easily cause another worry.
Hmm... just like the courtiers of the Root Empire worried that their emperor would be overwhelmed by the famous "Roland Demoness" and connive at the second "Era of Two Kings", which would damage the interests of the Root Empire, the courtiers of the Roland Empire I can't help but worry about the queen's blank love life. Orsis was slightly longer than the queen, but he was also a young man, handsome, extraordinary, and immeasurably attractive to women.
The officials of the Roland Empire were afraid that the young queen really had something like love for Orsis, and they absolutely did not want to see the queen get too close to her nominal "husband", which would seriously threaten the Roland Empire regime.
Under such circumstances, it is not difficult to understand why the ministers began to beg the queen, both openly and secretly, to have a lover from their own country as soon as possible—preferably of noble birth and pure blood. Rather than a foreigner winning the queen's love, they would rather hold their noses and accept a commoner kid win the queen's heart.
What is subtle and funny is that, as far as the queen knows, the situation in Orsis on the Lute Empire is no different.
The ministers of the Root Empire were more eager than the officials of Roland to ask His Majesty the Emperor to quickly elect a few "wives of the royal family".
"And you, what do you think?"
Adele leaned on the soft back cushion, and said to Mrs. Kelly with a bit of a joke.
"You're not here to be a lobbyist for them, are you?"
"Of course not," Mrs. Kelly gently pressed her forehead on behalf of the queen to relieve her fatigue, "I just hope that you can get all the good things in this world, compared to you always being alone and always facing all sides Accusation and hatred, I naturally prefer you to get more love. I hope you can be happier and freer. If you want something too, you don’t have to worry too much about it.”
Mrs. Kelly's words came from the heart, but at the same time, there was a special kind of cruelty in it.
Mrs. Kelly is gentle, but all her tenderness and love are delivered to the queen, and it is difficult for secular morals and principles to take root in her. In her opinion, if love can really make the queen happy, or if the queen finds this matter interesting, she will definitely not hinder it, and even try to make it smoother. But if the queen doesn't like it, she won't hesitate to eradicate it. As for what the other party loses, it will never be measured by Mrs. Kelly.
People ask the monarch to be cautious in her words and deeds, and ask her to weigh the pros and cons and take the empire as her mission.
The mother treats her child by giving her everything she wants and letting her be free and happy.
Adele smiled, crossed her fingers, and her bent joints looked extraordinarily delicate.
"Love, if it is not beautiful enough, why would people from ancient times to the present find all the romantic words to describe it, or like the sun, or likened to moonlight, or likened to roses... In short, they are all beautiful and attractive things I will not deny the power of love. Mortals with flesh and blood living in this world always need another soul to fight against loneliness with themselves. But its beauty will make people with other identities They perish. So it is with kings."
"What the king itself represents is the justice that treats all people equally. This kind of justice itself requires that the king should not be biased. And love itself seeks something special. Even if it is not mixed with reality, the eyes of the person wearing the crown The vote itself is enough to influence politics. For kings, the bitterness and poison of love are much more than its sweetness. Or, love is used as a force to balance the chessboard, and at this time it is definitely not love Instead, I borrowed the weapon of the shell named 'Love'."
Under the reflection of the fire, the queen's face was dazzled with a frightening thin light, like an angel wrapped in a holy veil silently watching people sinking in the mud in the high sky.
"Although I hate the Holy See and don't believe in the doctrine, I think they are right in one point: since the monarch is anointed, he is no longer a mortal, but is endowed with the incarnation of divinity. Even the monarch is no longer Belonging to 'human beings' but 'semi-gods' in the theological sense."
"Carrie, love belongs to people, not to gods, and not to kings."
She ended this short discussion with what could be called grim words.
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Since the queen believes that the balance of Roland's court does not need to be broken, the persuasion of the ministers can only fail in vain.
The queen's attention was diverted to other matters.
After Holy Spirit Day, the Cotton Guild, formed by the royal overseer, was formally established. These shops with the royal logo were responsible for selling ordinary cotton cloth to the poor at low prices. The Queen's act of donating cotton cloth to the poor in Rose Strait made the softness and warmth of this cloth quickly known to ordinary people. While the poor gladly accepted the queen's gift, her reputation for benevolence spread more widely than before. This time, though, no one will accuse the Queen of being kind to folly.
Because the Queen's actions have been praised from the Holy City, the Pope himself.
St. Trefus II quoted a verse in the scriptures where the saints distributed their clothes to the poor to keep them warm in the cold to describe this behavior of the queen. Although he did not directly identify the incident in Rose Strait as a holy miracle, he did agree with the miracle of last August - which completely settled the dispute over the queen's royal power in the theological sense.
Although the power of the holy court is not as good as before, at least on the surface, not many people are willing to sing against this behemoth of the spiritual world.
The cotton cloth also got a new title "Queen's Bounty".
But if you want to say who benefits the most from the Holy Spirit Day besides the Queen, then it must be Merchant Jem. At first, when he became a royal businessman, he had to endure the contempt and contempt of other royal businessmen and financial officials, but after the Holy Spirit's Day, his status suddenly rose. Ordinary people mostly buy cotton cloth for its cheapness, while nobles have different goals. The queen's dress on Holy Ghost Day made simplicity and angelic sanctity a new fashion, and after experiencing their loose comfort, noble ladies happily accepted cotton skirts as their casual clothing... Although Merchant Jem The price of top-grade pure white cotton cloth has been raised a lot, and buyers are still in an endless stream.
At the beginning, only pure white fine cotton cloth was sought after, but as the queen traveled, from time to time, some cloth with exquisite patterns was used as tablecloths, decorations in curtains and royal tents, and other types of cotton cloth gradually became popular. With its own market.
"Rather than caring about my private life, I want them to focus their attention and energy on planning cotton planting."
Sitting in the traveling spacious carriage, the Queen leaned on the window, flipping through the report presented by the businessman Jem, and said sarcastically.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer, one of the members of the Imperial Council, couldn't help but sweat on his back when he heard the Queen's words.
Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, he remembered Heinrich's gloomy look several times, and did not participate in the "lover's petition" of the ministers this time. But then again, personally speaking, the chancellor is actually quite curious about what the Queen's close ministers think... Gossip is always a source of curiosity.
Just as he was thinking, Archbishop Rodrik, who was wearing a monk's uniform, hurried into the carriage.
The Queen waved to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who tactfully got up and backed out.
Archbishop Rodriguez produced and handed to the Queen a brass letter box stamped with the arms of a raven at one end.
After many days, Captain Saran, who was sent out to open up new markets, finally sent back a message.