After temporarily absorbing wisdom and courage from Roland, Sif hurried back to the palace.
The teacher was still lying on the hospital bed, and she had to go back quickly.
However, this time it's not like last time, you just need to answer the questions to pass.
Walder used calmness to cover up the difficulty of holding up his body. He was not angry, and his kind eyes slowly fell on Sylph.
"Sylph, if I secretly taught you something before, I wouldn't be like this now."
"I always wanted you to live a simple and happy life, but I didn't expect that things would suddenly change and you would become the heir to the empire."
"Cough cough cough..."
Walder coughed lightly, covered his face with his wide sleeves, wiped away the blood, and looked at the anxious Sylph.
"Don't blame yourself, it has nothing to do with you. I am over seventy years old this year, and I have reached the age of dying. After all, people can't beat time."
He smiled and said: "I never taught you this, I don't blame you. It doesn't matter, we still have time."
"teacher!"
Sylph's lips trembled, and she could see the fatigue in the teacher's eyes.
It is a kind of worry about passing away and leaving immature children behind.
Walder smiled and sat up, feeling more relaxed, "Sylve, this Roland does have ideas. I want to meet him."
Sylph nodded quickly.
She is indeed worried about her teacher's health, but the doctor said that her teacher is still in good health, but various chronic diseases cannot be avoided as people get older.
This is the law of nature.
Very few people who are not extraordinary, do not practice magic, and do not use forbidden drugs to extend their lifespan can live over a hundred years old.
Under Sylph's worried eyes, Walder gently pushed away Sylph's hand that was about to help him, stood up, and teased with a smile:
"Do I look like I can't walk?"
Seeing that the teacher had regained her energy, Sylph felt relieved.
She insisted on sending the teacher to the door, and arranged a carriage to take him back, and then she felt a little relieved.
The expected anger and scolding from the teacher did not happen.
However, there was no secret joy in her heart, only worry.
She had a vague feeling that Teacher Wald's body was not as strong as it appeared.
But the palace doctor vowed that there was no problem, and she could only trust the professional.
Sylph sat in the small study all night.
She held "The Biography of the Powerful Minister" in her hands and gritted her teeth to force herself to read it.
Even if whatever she did was wrong, it was still better than doing nothing.
The next day.
After finishing the simplified etiquette training class, Roland was about to go with Lisa to visit his new home when Count Sif's carriage had already stopped at the door of the post office.
Seeing this scene, Lisa quickly pushed Roland over.
"Miss Xif must have something to do with you. Go quickly. Leave your new home to me."
Roland nodded, waved goodbye to Lisa, and got directly into the carriage.
Lisa was right, she was solely responsible for cleaning up the new home, and he was taking up too much space there.
Everyone has areas where they are not good at.
Some people make up for their weaknesses with their strengths, some use their strengths to avoid their weaknesses, and some people just lie down on the ground and do whatever they want.
I don’t know how Sylph will choose.
Getting into the carriage, Roland looked at Sif's bloodshot eyes and asked in surprise:
"Sif, have you been up all night?"
Sif yawned and muttered: "Yes, the Queen was stimulated last night and spent the whole night watching "The Legend of the Powerful Minister" in the study."
Roland didn't ask again.
You don't need to ask to know that Sif, the unlucky girl, was caught staying up with the Queen all night.
He smiled, shook his head, and asked casually: "Are you looking for me to give a lecture to His Majesty?"
"Yes and no."
Sif nodded, her voice a little sleepy, "Of course we have to teach in class, but not now. Teacher Wald wants to see you, let's go."
Neither of them spoke on the way from the post office to Walder's house.
Roland was thinking about how to respond to Walder later, while Sif... fell asleep.
She had a delicate body that could be stung by peas through several layers of velvet quilts, and she never stayed up all night.
Last night, I forced myself to read a book all night long, and I was already drowsy. I fell asleep with my head on the back of the seat.
The carriage arrived quickly.
Roland picked up the blanket in the carriage and covered Sif, and told the coachman to send her back to rest. Then he took a deep breath and walked towards Wald Mansion.
Obviously, this is an exam.
It’s not surprising that Walder wanted to see him, but he didn’t expect it to be so early.
According to Roland's estimation, he would have to make more movements before he would attract the attention of the only die-hard royalist in the cabinet.
With half nervousness and half curiosity, Roland walked towards the residence of the Minister of the Interior.
The guard quickly let me go after asking for my identity.
It was obvious that he was already prepared.
Roland touched the alchemy tools and throwing knives hidden in the lining of his clothes, and strode inside.
As someone who has received professional knight training, it makes sense to take these things with you when you go out.
Walder is not Sif, but she is not that innocent.
He could probably guess the other party's intentions.
Observation, testing, and warning do not rule out the possibility that the old fool wants to kill him.
Although this possibility is very small, it cannot be ignored.
The cup was thrown as a sign, and three hundred swordsmen and axemen rushed in, and the scene was shocking.
Walder was waiting for Roland in the living room.
Seeing Roland, he casually waved his hand to show that he didn't need to make these false gestures, and then pointed to the sofa opposite for Roland to sit down.
Roland sat down generously, and while sitting down, he kept observing the furnishings and layout of the room with his peripheral vision.
His eyes paused at the window for a moment, planning his escape route.
Seeing Roland's vigilance, Walder couldn't help but smile.
"Young man, you are very alert."
Roland smiled slightly and poured tea by himself without answering.
Some words must be answered, some words can be answered, and some words cannot be answered.
"Mr. Walder, you are a cabinet minister and your time is precious. If you have anything to say, you may as well say it directly."
Walder nodded, grabbed the teacup, smiled, and smashed it to the ground.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Roland didn't expect the old guy to open his hand too wide. He was startled and almost subconsciously took out a smoke bomb and threw it out.
But the moment his fingers touched the clothes, he realized something was wrong and stopped.
There were indeed footsteps in the corridor, but it was just a person.
The teacup hit the ground hard, shattering into pieces.
Winning a cup is a sign, but there is no knife or ax hand.
There was a knock on the door, and the maid's soft voice sounded, "Master, what are your orders?"
"No one is allowed to come near without my order." Walder shouted at the door.
The maid took the order and left, and there was no more sound in the corridor.
Walder turned to look at Roland and asked with a smile: "What would you do if the guard who rushed over just now was an ambush guard?"
Roland threw the smoke bomb at the door without hesitation, and several daggers flew out almost at the same time.
The moment the dagger flew out, he slid behind Walder like a loach and placed the dagger in front of the old gentleman's throat.
"Quenching poison, don't move."
All movements were done in one go, silky and smooth, as if they had been practiced countless times.
Walder looked at the door shrouded in smoke and the blue light on the dagger, not doubting Roland's words at all.
He smiled and teased: "How can anyone come to visit and bring these things?"
Roland put away his dagger and said calmly: "When Miss Sif asked me to go out, she didn't say that I would come to your house as a guest. Of course I will be ready for battle."
Looking at Roland's calm face without any anxiety, Wald silently revised his evaluation of him.
He is quick, accurate and ruthless, has a thick skin, and has the potential to be an excellent politician.
