“It’s much better than when I was in church. I have new clothes, meat in my meals, and I can eat whatever I want.
The bed in the room is so big and soft that jumping on it feels like sinking into it.”
"As long as you like it." Roland slowed down his pace and kept pace with Serolina.
Di Xi yawned, and after he sent the Finger Witch here, she didn't care anymore.
His smile was bright and natural. "Don't worry, days like this will become common."
"Your Highness, can you make everyone like me?" Serolina was a little unconvinced.
"Yes, not yet, but I believe I can in the future."
In order to keep pace with her, Roland walked very slowly, as if he was taking a stroll.
Serolina lowered her head, "Then... when will Your Highness be able to do it? Become the king?"
Everyone around looked over, including Di Xi, Lutier, and the two Death Knights who followed.
Everyone remembers the day of the godslaying, and hearing the words, "I am the king of death and the sun, and the Golden Law has no right to honor me."
Everyone is looking forward to Roland becoming king and leading them into a new era.
Roland paused and said, "Selolina, I got your thoughts. I want you to promise me that if I become king one day, all my people can live the same life as you do now."
"Really? Your Highness!" Serolina didn't find this difficult at all, her eyes remained bright.
In the eyes of the young Finger Witch, His Highness Godwin's wealth from the golden tree was enough for him to live a wealthy life even if it was distributed to everyone.
However, others clearly understood the difficulty of this matter.
Lutier frowned and wanted to say something, but she felt that as a subordinate, she should support His Highness.
In the end, she said nothing.
The two Death Knights did not change their minds and supported Roland's idea.
Di Xi thought about it and felt that even for Roland, this would be too difficult.
She had a blank expression on her face, stroking her chin, "Your Highness, you can't touch the Golden Tree's money, right?"
"Well, there's no way to move. Even if I become the king, the money is not mine." Roland continued to move forward, and several people followed him. "Besides, the money is not enough, far from enough."
"What do you think?" Di Xi asked.
"It will happen sooner or later." No matter how bad Roland was, he was more suitable to be king than the previous two rulers.
One is obsessed with fighting, and the other is studying the Golden Rule, and they basically don't care about anything.
He continued: "One day, I will allow everyone to have the freedom to choose what food they want and what clothes they want."
Serolina's eyes were full of admiration. The little-finger witch trusted him unconditionally.
Several people had arrived at the door of the cafeteria. The conversation came to an abrupt end and they walked into the cafeteria together. The knights who had already taken their seats wanted to stand up and salute.
The blond young man immediately waved his hand, signaling everyone to sit down. The cafeteria, which had been a little noisy just now, was now completely quiet.
He was a little amused and realized that his status in the border area was different. Coming here to eat was not being friendly, but making others uncomfortable.
Roland looked at Lutier and said, "Please print two copies for me and send them to the office."
"Yes, Your Highness," she bowed.
After saying goodbye to everyone present, Roland and Di Xi returned to the office.
The room was still as warm as when they left. They sat back in their office chairs. Di Xi thought for a moment and then sat on the sofa nearby.
Lutier was coming over to deliver the meal, and after she left, she sat in His Highness's arms.
"What are you thinking?" Di Xi crossed his legs. "Our life is indeed very good, but let alone letting everyone live our life, even the conditions of the Finger Witch are not something that ordinary people can achieve."
"That's what a king should do."
Roland answered her casually, "Wait a while. It's still a long time before I become king. It's useless to think about this now."
"Why don't I assassinate Radagan for you? Wouldn't that free up the position?"
She was playing with the dagger, looking nonchalant, but Roland's brows were tightly knitted together, staring at Di Xi, and he spoke.
"No, you must not do such a thing. Compared to the throne, I hope you are safe and sound."
"Really."
Di Xi's expression didn't change much, he still had a sharp and cold temperament.
But she was still very happy in her heart, because Roland valued her more than the throne.
When Lutier brought lunch, Dixi sat directly in his arms, holding the fork.
The icy temperament melted in front of him, revealing a smile like the afternoon sun.
"Come, dear, I will feed you." She took off her cloak and armor, leaving her skin only separated by a thin layer of clothing.
"No need?"
Roland looked at the lunch. Each person had a steak, weighing nearly two kilograms, boiled potatoes, and a salad.
Chapter 93 Opera
The lunch of Death Knight and Death Black Blade is really good. The portions are a little bigger than that of Knight Rodel. Compared with the cafeteria of the Magic Academy, it is much better.
It just seemed that the processing method was too simple. Di Xi used a knife to cut the steak into small pieces. The process was completed in a flash of silver light.
She also peeled the potatoes and cut them into small pieces for easy fork feeding.
"Ah~"
"It's a little embarrassing." Roland said this, but he still ate the beef she handed over.
It was only medium rare and full of blood.
The taste of the food was very rough, far from the taste of the palace and the royal family of Kalia, and even inferior to what Roland made in his dormitory.
But, you could also say it’s flavor.
Di Xi fed Roland several mouthfuls of beef. "It's quite delicious. The meat is of good quality."
"A few knights went out to hunt this this morning, so of course the meat is good."
Dixi paused. "They also hunted a bear, but no one wanted to eat it."
Bear paws are good things.
What a pity. Before the time travel, it was a protected animal. Roland had never eaten it and didn’t know how to cook it.
It's good to have beef to eat.
In recent years, the border area has had good weather and high grain production, with plenty of food in the wild and a lot of surplus food.
He pulled his thoughts back and felt the sweet and peaceful atmosphere all around him.
The girl in your arms has bright eyes and white teeth. She is feeding you lunch with great affection. The tenderness in her eyes can turn into spring water.
“It feels like a luxury.”
"What is your dear saying?" Dixi fed him another piece of beef.
He swallowed it, "Nobles have personal maids to feed them when they eat, but I never use them because in my impression, eating with someone to feed you is really..."
"Pfft, that's nothing."
Miss Dixie adjusted her position and fell into his arms, laughing softly.
"So dear, do you want me to call you Master?"
"no need."
Although Roland traveled through time and space and became a prince, he really didn't have any maids.
He grew up in war, and when he was young he was either practicing martial arts or learning to pray.
Di Xi's smile was like a sharp sword, piercing through his disguise.
"You said no, but you've already let me wear that kind of clothes?"
"Ahem." Roland turned his head away.
There are not only maid outfits, there are many kinds of clothes in that closet, such as bunny girl and JK, I have played with Miss Dixi.
The blond took the fork, "Okay, I'll feed you next."
"Hmph." She lay horizontally in Roland's arms, held in his arms like a princess.
Lunch was over quickly and Lutier helped take away the plates.
Miss Deasy yawned, stretched herself, and put on her cloak.
"You still have to go look for the two ancient dragons this afternoon. I won't follow you. I need to catch up on some sleep."
"Well, go and have some rest."
Roland paused for a moment and said, "If there is any news about the Star Shattering War, remember to have someone notify me."
"I know, I know."
Miss Dixie disappeared into the room, and the next second, the door was opened.
He didn't even have to try to eliminate the smell, the scent of her hair could only be smelled by hugging her tightly, and not a trace of it would remain on him.
The lights in the room were bright, and the closed door indicated that Di Xi had left.
He straightened his clothes and walked out of the office, corridor and courtyard.
Why is it raining again?
The sky was tightly shrouded in thick lead-gray clouds, like a gloomy and mysterious oil painting.
The rain flowed along the cobblestone streets, reflecting the flickering light of the street lamps, adding a damp and cold atmosphere to the royal city.
The servants kept the carriage ready for him at all times. Roland sat in the carriage with his eyes closed to rest.
The better place than Reims and Feuille is an opera house, so there is no need to worry about the weather.
The rain did not affect the business of this opera house at all. Passing by the front entrance, you can see people coming and going, all men and women wearing new clothes.
The price of the opera house is not cheap. To see an opera, even in the worst seats, will cost an average person half a month's living expenses, which is enough for them to spend a week in a pub getting drunk and drunk.
Not to mention, you need to wear decent clothes, such as a suit, when you go to the opera house.
Roland did not queue up with them at the main entrance to check his ticket. The carriage went directly to another hidden passage, and he could even go in directly by carriage.
Under the guidance of the waiter, Roland went up to the box on the second floor, which was right in the middle.
The independent rooms protect the privacy of guests very well and their information will never be disclosed.
But, this seems too unexpected.
A large sofa that can seat seven or eight people is placed in the middle.
The room is dim, but it brings out the brightness of the stage, allowing you to see the details of the performance better.
"You came?!"
Probably because they heard the door open and saw the light shining in from outside, the two sisters sitting on the sofa turned around.
It was Furl who spoke, and his tone was clearly filled with excitement.
She pushed herself up with her right hand, flipped over the back of the sofa, and rushed directly into his arms.
Not everyone can sustain this.
Roland was knocked back half a step, hugged her shoulders, and quickly closed the door.
But it can't be seen.
He took Furl's hand and returned to the sofa, looking at Miss Lance on the other side.
"You came earlier than me."
"Yeah, we have nothing to do, so we might as well come here earlier, unlike someone who is so busy that he doesn't even know how to take the initiative and still wants us to choose the place."
Miss Lance seemed a little dissatisfied, "It's been so long, and you only come back once."
"It didn't take long."
Roland's smile was a little bitter. He could only say that he had to bear the consequences and responsibilities of the path he had chosen.
