"The ancient remnants of the elves?!"
This magical race that only existed in legends aroused Sif's interest. Her eyes sparkled, and she even temporarily put aside her displeasure at being slandered.
"Come on, tell me, what's the story?"
Sif liked Roland's stories very much. His stories were wild and interesting, as if they didn't belong to the stars of this world.
She read a lot, but few other writers resonated with her.
Roland is the exception.
Her Mr. Exception was now creating a new story, and of course she wanted to listen.
Earl Sif sat down with his chin in his hands, his starry eyes shining with anticipation. Roland knew that his loyal reader Miss Sif was online.
He cleared his throat, quickly flipped through the Sussex Elementary Encyclopedia in his mind, and sorted out his thoughts a little, his voice was full of magnetism.
"You have heard that there are several ages before the Age of Magic."
"of course I know."
Sif thought Roland wanted to test her, so she quickly answered.
"The Magic Era is divided into the Pre-Magic Era and the New Era. Taking the destruction of the Magic Empire's Creation Tower as the dividing line, the Pre-Magic Era lasted for 30,000 years, and now is the New Magic Era 1791."
After saying this, she winked proudly and continued to introduce:
"The history of previous eras is rarely recorded, and is more of a legend. The First Era of Chaos, the Second Era of Gods, the Third Era of Nature, the Fourth Era of Destruction and the Fifth Era of Nirvana, while the Magic Era is the Sixth Era."
The history of the Magic Era can be checked in the Imperial Library. The previous five eras are only occasionally recorded in a few rare and unique books, and ordinary people cannot see them at all.
Sif had been lucky enough to see a few, but not many.
At least there are very few records about the elves.
Facing the unknown territory, Sif chose to remain silent and turned her attention to Roland.
Roland's lips curved upward with a confident arc, and he smiled slightly.
Since Sif doesn't understand, then he is an expert in the field of elven studies.
As a writer, fabricating settings is a basic skill.
What's more, the elves he saw in his dream once mentioned some past events of the elves, and he was even more comfortable in making them up.
Based on the narration of the elves in the dream, and slightly integrating the elven settings in the novel before the time travel, Roland said in a deep voice:
"Elves are the darlings of nature. They are born with the ability to control magic and communicate with nature, and have a long lifespan. Although this makes them unwilling to make progress and remain complacent, it also gives them great strength."
"According to different physiques and birth methods, they are roughly divided into blood elves and tree elves. The former reproduce in a similar way to humans, while the latter are born from cocoons in ancient trees..."
Roland made up a fascinating story, and Sif listened with great interest, and gradually changed from a little belief to a complete acceptance.
After Roland finished telling the elf story, Sif finally asked a question.
"How did you know?"
"I saw an elf very similar to you in my dream. She told me." Roland said seriously.
Sif laughed out loud, "You are so funny, Mr. Roland."
Roland spread his hands and shrugged.
Everyone believes you when you lie, but no one wants to believe you when you tell the truth. Who can blame you?
He skipped the topic and asked softly:
"Sif, elven women have another distinctive feature, they have beautiful looks that are completely in line with human aesthetics. Are you sure that Her Majesty the Queen's appearance can be compared with yours?"
"Although it's a little rude, I've only seen girls as beautiful as you in my dreams."
Sif didn't dislike Roland's behavior of praising her beauty in a roundabout way, and even liked it a little. A lady shouldn't refuse sincere praise.
"Thanks for the compliment. I promise she is as beautiful as me, but her temperament is slightly different."
Roland breathed a sigh of relief and secretly sighed that the Sussex family's genes were really good.
"That's no problem. Beauty, elegance, and extraordinary abilities are what elves are."
His peripheral vision glanced over Sif's cheek, trying to see if the ears covered by her hair were slightly longer, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.
Once the basic direction is determined, writing a story is easy.
Roland wrote furiously in the carriage, writing a 3,000-word manuscript in more than an hour.
This manuscript begins with an epic narrative.
From the collapse of ancient natural trees, the destruction of the elven empire, and the integration of the blood of the elven survivors into the magnificent history of mankind, the epic scroll begins.
Finally, the Riddler's narrative method is used to hint that the elves' bloodline continues to this day.
People with elven blood are beautiful in appearance, well-behaved, elegant in temperament, and powerful.
Locked with so many qualifiers, it is almost equal to an explicit statement.
"Look up and look at your queen, she is the last descendant of the elves!"
You're done!
"Go to the Sun and submit an article tomorrow!"
"Wait, why is it The Sun and not Collins Publishing?" Sif's surprised gaze fell on Roland's cheek, her eyes full of doubts.
"They are very efficient. It would take at least half a month for Collins Publishing to do this."
There are still nine days until the Art Salon, and I really can’t wait.
Sif hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but remind: "Roland, you may not know much about the background of The Sun."
"I know, media tycoon Rupert."
"He is from the Plantagenet family." Sif sighed.
This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised, "Is it the Plantagenet family, the remnants of the previous dynasty?"
Sif smiled and teased: "Don't use the term remnants of the previous dynasty carelessly. They are the Plantagenet family, loyal and fearless imperial loyalists."
Roland didn't refute, what she said was true.
Seven hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Sussex and the Plantagenet Dynasty fought bloody battles for years. Although they had the upper hand, they could not completely eliminate each other.
Just when the Kingdom of Sussex was about to accept the helpless result of the division of the Thames River between the two sides, the last king of the Plantagenet dynasty suddenly announced his surrender.
Not only were the other countries watching in shock, but the Kingdom of Sussex itself was also stunned.
In order to repay the sincerity of the last Plantagenet king, the then King of Sussex made a blood oath to share the wealth and wealth with the Plantagenet family.
Blood oaths are no joke. If you dare to break the oath, you will at least have no descendants.
In this way, under the watchful eyes of the major powers, old rivals who had been fighting for decades suddenly merged. Sussex was officially promoted to the empire, and in the following ten years, it swept through the surrounding small countries, occupying a complete continent and named it Sussex Mainland.
It is no exaggeration to say that the crown of Sussex is at least one-third of the work of the gorse.
In return, although the Plantagenet Dynasty was reduced to a grand duke, it could continue to use the king's ceremonial guard in the territory and retain basically independent military, financial, and personnel powers.
Except for the symbolic handover of diplomatic power, it is like a state within a state.
According to common sense, what the Plantagenets did was to endure and lie dormant, waiting for the opportunity to strike back, but they were extremely loyal.
During all the civil strife, the Plantagenet family stood firmly on the side of the royal family, spending money, strength and troops, almost as if they were defending their own interests.
They are fierce royalists.
No wonder "The Sun" dares to publish any gossip, and the royal family is no exception.
With their merits, it is a trivial matter as long as they do not openly rebel.
After introducing the background of the Plantagenet family, Sif curiously looked at the sun outside the window and asked puzzledly: "There are still two hours until get off work, why don't you go today?"
"Because the Queen doesn't know yet."
Roland said slowly: "Everyone does things in the name of the Queen, and so do we. Let's report to her."
