The young man sat at the dining table with a reserved look.
Not only is his back straight, but his face is also tense.
Standing in a military posture during the dog days of summer, armed with cross-country gear, raising an assault rifle with three bricks hanging on it and aiming at a target 100 meters away, dodging the accelerating Blade Wings - adding one brick didn't seem to make him nervous anymore.
Due to being too nervous, the old problem of stomachache seemed to be showing signs of attack again, and the cold sweat on my forehead streaked across my cheeks.
The reason why Roland is so nervous is because he is face to face with a girl who makes exquisite fragrant tea.[
Her Royal Highness Minerva, the third princess of the Kingdom of Charlemagne, is also wearing the iconic burgundy cloak today. She has a small face, crystal white skin as white as porcelain, emerald eyes showing strong will, a straight and straight nose, and moist and shiny cherry blossoms.
Lip - a beautiful girl who completely explains what "royal bearing" means. She enters the boy's room heroically, enjoys afternoon tea with Roland, and then puts Roland on the bed...that's why there's something wrong!!!
Not to mention the two unsightly tin cans behind the princess, the three guards wearing black suits, red ties, and sunglasses behind her are enough to make people feel stomach ache. This is not a tea party, is it a mafia convention? No!
Hanging up the signs of "Kile Rebirth" and "Noisy and Superior", and finding bald eagle sauce, woolly bear sauce, cows, roosters, etc. to stand on the street in a friendly manner is really a bit disappointing to the audience!
Of course, the most sorry thing is the gentlemen who took off their pants and saw this...
Drinking tea with a beautiful woman should be a pleasure to watch, but in this weird atmosphere, all you can do is enjoy the tension and chat.
After putting down the tea cup and remaining silent for a quarter of an hour, the girl took a moment to calm down. The humanoid cans bowed and saluted, and then exited the room together with the trio who accepted Roland's nod.
Minerva glanced outwards with a slightly twisted look, and murmured an opening sentence that made Roland unable to react.
"...Let me explain first, I hate you the most."
Before Roland could realize anything from it, Minerva continued:
"Frivolous, lustful, weak, sissy, keeping underage girls, wearing women's clothes, and going into heat when he meets a beautiful big-breasted woman..."
Hey, are you here to find trouble? Let’s not talk about who caused it by wearing women’s clothes. The other accusations are completely beyond the category of “annoying”. They are simply perverts who are not worthy of the world, right?
"I'm really sorry that I'm still alive."
I feel from the bottom of my heart that it’s great to be alive, so I must reciprocate by making complaints about it.
"The most important thing is that you are still a person of etiquette."
"present……"
The standard deviation under different environments is really hard to complain about.
Although Alfheim, filled with a decadent capitalist culture, has a great existence like the "Archon", that guy is very easy-going in society outside the military. He doesn't go out with any ceremony and pomp, and only high-ranking officials and dignitaries or peddlers walk on the streets.
I met Li Lin on the street,
He could say hello and give advice at will. Growing up in a place where there was no concept of royal authority, Roland certainly would not be in awe of Charlemagne's royal family, let alone kneel down and do his best whenever he saw a royal member.
It's an act of obedience and etiquette.
According to the standards of a society with a feudal reactionary system that has turned towards militarism, Roland is a very disrespectful person.
(If I sing the song that guy taught me to sing here - "There has never been a savior, nor does it depend on gods or emperors", I don't know how she will react...)
The young man endured the stomachache and suppressed the idea, missing the great opportunity of sending communism to Charlemagne with the sound of a cannon.[
"Just sitting at the same table and drinking tea makes me feel unbearable and will lower society's evaluation of me."
Patience! Patience! Patience! Even if you can't bear it, you have to endure it!
"But even if you are as low-level as a cockroach and as perverted as a fly, you still have a few merits."
I finally said something that was not harmful, but...it still sounded uncomfortable.
"Thank you very much for what happened to Brother Wang a few days ago."
After a moment of tweaking, the girl murmured like a mosquito. If the soundproofing measures in the room were not complete enough, and Roland's hearing was good enough, God knows who would have been able to hear the sound that was not much louder than breathing.
From the perspective of a princess, this is truly a rare thank you.
"No, this is nothing..."
“Another plus!”
Roland's response was cut off by a raised voice. Minerva held the table with both hands and stood up with an astonishing momentum that almost overturned the table and said:
"Although I don't want to admit it at all! But you are the top strong among the freshmen!"
"so……?"
The bad feeling became clearer and clearer, and Roland could almost figure out why Minerva came to him.
"As one of the representatives of the National Academy of Magic, you will participate in the competition against Albion!"
His petite face was flushed with excitement, and his emerald eyes did not lose their sense. At the same time, they were filled with strange enthusiasm, and his tone of voice became as hard as a soldier. Under the sunlight filtering through the gauze curtain, his hazy outlines filled the air.
Create a sacred atmosphere.
There is no requirement for consent. There is no room for negotiation. It is just a unilateral request that "this must be done."
That is the order given by the princess to the common people.
(Yes...she is the princess, a royal highness...)
The heartbeat that had begun to accelerate slowed down, and the trouble disappeared from his purple eyes. After sighing softly, Roland answered:
"Please allow me to categorically decline this invitation."
"..."
Completely unable to understand what she heard, Minerva blinked her eyes in confusion. After a while, she came back to her senses and asked: [
"What did you say?"
There was still a bit of righteousness on the stiff face, but the cracked expression could not be restored to its original state, and instead looked even more embarrassed.
For the first time, she was rejected by a commoner of the same age who was not a royal family or aristocrat. The immature princess could not get rid of the shock for a while.
"Your Highness, I have no interest in provoking a war."
There was no excuse for being a commoner or not having enough class, so Roland spoke out his thoughts.
No matter which side wins, this game will become the trigger for a new round of disputes. Roland does not want to detonate a giant drug depot for the sake of national and personal honor. On the contrary, he is planning to prevent others from doing so.
Minerva didn't know anything about this. She just stared at Roland with an expression of "Why are you resisting me?" As the shock gradually faded, the fermenting sense of humiliation eroded the girl's heart bit by bit.
"Spineless!"
Glancing coldly at the young man who stood up to see him off, Minerva shook off the scolding and left without looking back. The door was opened roughly, and she returned to her original position with a loud "".
Feeling the increasingly unbearable anxiety and boredom in his body, Roland stood at the door, silently watching the girl's leaving figure. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote and vote monthly. Your support is mine.
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