The head maid of the Eternal Night Queen, Mrs. Mosconi, is a middle-aged widow with a rigid face and strict compliance with noble etiquette in every word and deed.
She used to be the queen's maid and was sent to take care of the little princess Octavia after she was born.
She had no children and her husband passed away in the Manuel City Incident.
So the queen is everything to this lady.
There are hundreds of butlers and maids around the Queen of Eternal Night today, but Mrs. Mosconi has to take a detailed look at her food and clothing expenses and daily schedule.
She is rigorous in her work, upright, and does not rub the slightest bit of sand in her eyes.
Mrs. Mosconi quickly screened out a few items suitable for Roger from the Queen's packed schedule and made a list.
"In the afternoon, there is a project that needs to be checked and accepted, and then we will meet with representatives of goblin merchants. In the evening, we will honor the outstanding officers who have emerged in the operation of the Restoration Army."
"There are also three or four small projects that don't take up much time, which can be interspersed in the schedule to complete."
After Roger read it, he smiled and shook his head: "Madam, such a trip cannot be completed."
Mrs. Mosconi said: "Lord Brando, please believe that I have received professional training, and you are sufficient for all your schedules with the help of teleportation spells."
"But I'm going to rest at six o'clock. You see, this conflicts with the celebration banquet in recognition of the officers. I'm sorry I can't attend."
"Your Majesty ordered you to be her special envoy. It's your honor."
Madam Mosconi's delicate brows instantly wrinkled.
I heard that he wants to serve Her Majesty, so which courtier of the Empire dare not show 120% of his enthusiasm, and to complete all the work without sleeping.
What's more, at this kind of celebration banquet, I don't know how many officials will rush to go.
The Restoration Army operation has achieved great success, and these military officers all have a bright future.
A banquet may lead to a network of contacts in the future.
But Roger replied firmly: "If you don't adjust the schedule, then I will do as much as I can before six o'clock."
"Is your rest more important than the empire's national affairs?"
"I don't care what others think, I do think so anyway."
"Lord Brando, I will turn these rude words to yours to Her Majesty and dismiss you from office!"
Mrs. Mosconi's face turned cold with anger at his attitude.
Roger was pleasantly surprised: "Then I would like to thank Mrs. Mosconi. Please let the Queen remove me."
This lady is a kind person!
Although his current goal is to loaf around in the capital, he still has to try many things and fail many times before he can succeed.
Loafing around under the eyes of the Queen is much more difficult than a grassroots position.
Madam Mosconi's expression suddenly stiffened.
"Ma'am, why don't you leave?"
"Dio Brando, don't be arrogant!"
Mrs. Mosconi hated to be authentic.
Young man, I'm just threatening, don't force me to make it come true!
I really can't come.
I'm just a head maid, how can I have any bad intentions?
No matter how trusted, it is impossible to ask Your Majesty to dismiss a cabinet minister.
According to Her Majesty's character, if Mrs. Mosconi fails to arrange this trivial matter, she will be punished together...
Roger looked at her innocently. I sincerely thank you, how could you be so arrogant?
Wronged!
Mrs. Mosconi calmed down from her rage.
She stared at Roger and said word by word:
"I heard that Mr. Brando's courage and behavior are very ordinary. I gained a lot of knowledge today. I'll help you reschedule your itinerary."
Roger: ? ? ?
Strictly speaking? How about not kneading the sand?
That's it?
Madam, you are so disappointing!
…
…
Soon after, Mrs. Mosconi prepared a new itinerary and coordinated with the relevant departments involved.
She handed the newly written itinerary to Roger: "Please go on your way."
Roger didn't answer, "Ma'am, it's lunch break now, I'm having a meal. We will meet in front of the Palace at one o'clock and set off."
Mrs. Mosconi: ? ??
It was the first time she had seen such an arrogant subject. He even dared to delay the task that Her Majesty gave him!
At this moment, Mrs. Mosconi remembered the fear of being dominated by the bloated bureaucracy of the kingdom when the previous king was alive.
But Mrs. Mosconi had to cooperate with Roger.
Because she really can't complain.
With Madam Mosconi's glare, the originally boring palace luncheon became delicious.
After eating, he rested for a while, and when he reached a point, he walked up to the teleportation circle.
Mrs. Mosconi followed him.
"What about you?"
"You are doing business for Her Majesty, and I want to monitor whether you have lost the state."
"Relax."
Roger shrugged indifferently.
At that moment, he felt the feeling of loafing around as a public official.
Loafing around in the capital, there is a play!
Thank you, Mrs. Mosconi!
…
…
Roger saw the representatives of the goblin merchants.
The seven gods fought endlessly on the surface, and secretly joined forces to target the Green Vines Empire.
The major ethnic regimes they control naturally isolate the empire.
But the empire is strong, the magic production is strong, and the human race is skilled craftsmen in an endless stream. After the blockade, many commodities have gone up in price.
So the goblin merchants couldn't sit still.
The belief of the human race in the Eternal Night world is the least firm, followed by the mercenary goblins.
So they are going to quietly restart trade routes with the Empire.
The empire is naturally happy to see things that make money in vain.
The negotiation went smoothly, and the professional affairs were drawn up by the officials of the foreign trade department. Roger acted as an atmosphere group and was in charge of applauding and applauding.
At two o'clock, the meeting was over, and Roger went to the north camp.
The officers here learned that Dio Brando was the historian who edited the "History of the Ivy Empire" and welcomed him quite a bit.
The tenth volume wrote a lot of things they didn't know, it was real and moving.
Everyone is very grateful to Roger for making the image of the Queen of Eternal Night plumper.
Roger also has great respect for these heroes who risked their lives to go deep behind enemy lines.
He recited the letter of commendation that the queen had written before, and put a medal on every officer who had made meritorious service.
Although it takes time to get off work, he is still very serious about his work.
The Seventeen Kingdoms are vast, so they need a lot of "Restoration Army generals". At this moment, there are hundreds of people who have been awarded honors.
Roger's expression was sincere and somewhat sacred, which made these young officers feel the utmost respect, waiting patiently in line for him to put the award medal on his chest.
Not long after, it was three o'clock.
The magic clock rang on Roger.
He stopped what he was doing and looked apologetically at the long queue behind him.
The lieutenant general who received him immediately said very well aware of the current affairs: "Lord Brando, if you have something important to do, go to work first. Your Majesty and your brothers have already felt your thoughts."
Mrs. Mosconi, who was supervising Roger, frowned.
What the hell is this kid doing?
The itinerary has been reduced again and again, and the awarding has only begun. Is he going to give up again?
The officer who was waiting behind was also puzzled and a little annoyed.
Roger waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, I just need to interrupt the award ceremony first."
"I don't know what you want?" The lieutenant general asked curiously.
"It's three o'clock, let's drink tea first!"
Roger took out a full set of tea sets and snacks from the space ring, placed them calmly, and asked the lieutenant general, "Can the brothers also have afternoon tea together?"
Everyone was stunned.
What is afternoon tea?
"Drinking tea? This subordinate will make arrangements!" The lieutenant general said immediately.
Roger said again: "The brothers who are standing guard outside are also working hard. Let's have tea together first. Can there still be a church in the inner core of the city to make trouble?"
The lieutenant general shook his face and nodded.
You are the Queen's special envoy, you have the final say!
At three o'clock, all the soldiers in the North City Camp stopped working and had tea together.
Although everyone doesn't understand what Mr. Brando is doing, it feels like stopping in the middle of busy work and taking a break...
Inexplicably comfortable?
The head maid of the Eternal Night Queen, Mrs. Mosconi, is a middle-aged widow with a rigid face and strict compliance with noble etiquette in every word and deed.
She used to be the queen's maid and was sent to take care of the little princess Octavia after she was born.
She had no children and her husband passed away in the Manuel City Incident.
So the queen is everything to this lady.
There are hundreds of butlers and maids around the Queen of Eternal Night today, but Mrs. Mosconi has to take a detailed look at her food and clothing expenses and daily schedule.
She is rigorous in her work, upright, and does not rub the slightest bit of sand in her eyes.
Mrs. Mosconi quickly screened out a few items suitable for Roger from the Queen's packed schedule and made a list.
"In the afternoon, there is a project that needs to be checked and accepted, and then we will meet with representatives of goblin merchants. In the evening, we will honor the outstanding officers who have emerged in the operation of the Restoration Army."
"There are also three or four small projects that don't take up much time, which can be interspersed in the schedule to complete."
After Roger read it, he smiled and shook his head: "Madam, such a trip cannot be completed."
Mrs. Mosconi said: "Lord Brando, please believe that I have received professional training, and you are sufficient for all your schedules with the help of teleportation spells."
"But I'm going to rest at six o'clock. You see, this conflicts with the celebration banquet in recognition of the officers. I'm sorry I can't attend."
"Your Majesty ordered you to be her special envoy. It's your honor."
Madam Mosconi's delicate brows instantly wrinkled.
I heard that he wants to serve Her Majesty, so which courtier of the Empire dare not show 120% of his enthusiasm, and to complete all the work without sleeping.
What's more, at this kind of celebration banquet, I don't know how many officials will rush to go.
The Restoration Army operation has achieved great success, and these military officers all have a bright future.
A banquet may lead to a network of contacts in the future.
But Roger replied firmly: "If you don't adjust the schedule, then I will do as much as I can before six o'clock."
"Is your rest more important than the empire's national affairs?"
"I don't care what others think, I do think so anyway."
"Lord Brando, I will turn these rude words to yours to Her Majesty and dismiss you from office!"
Mrs. Mosconi's face turned cold with anger at his attitude.
Roger was pleasantly surprised: "Then I would like to thank Mrs. Mosconi. Please let the Queen remove me."
This lady is a kind person!
Although his current goal is to loaf around in the capital, he still has to try many things and fail many times before he can succeed.
Loafing around under the eyes of the Queen is much more difficult than a grassroots position.
Madam Mosconi's expression suddenly stiffened.
"Ma'am, why don't you leave?"
"Dio Brando, don't be arrogant!"
Mrs. Mosconi hated to be authentic.
Young man, I'm just threatening, don't force me to make it come true!
I really can't come.
I'm just a head maid, how can I have any bad intentions?
No matter how trusted, it is impossible to ask Your Majesty to dismiss a cabinet minister.
According to Her Majesty's character, if Mrs. Mosconi fails to arrange this trivial matter, she will be punished together...
Roger looked at her innocently. I sincerely thank you, how could you be so arrogant?
Wronged!
Mrs. Mosconi calmed down from her rage.
She stared at Roger and said word by word:
"I heard that Mr. Brando's courage and behavior are very ordinary. I gained a lot of knowledge today. I'll help you reschedule your itinerary."
Roger: ? ? ?
Strictly speaking? How about not kneading the sand?
That's it?
Madam, you are so disappointing!
…
…
Soon after, Mrs. Mosconi prepared a new itinerary and coordinated with the relevant departments involved.
She handed the newly written itinerary to Roger: "Please go on your way."
Roger didn't answer, "Ma'am, it's lunch break now, I'm having a meal. We will meet in front of the Palace at one o'clock and set off."
Mrs. Mosconi: ? ??
It was the first time she had seen such an arrogant subject. He even dared to delay the task that Her Majesty gave him!
At this moment, Mrs. Mosconi remembered the fear of being dominated by the bloated bureaucracy of the kingdom when the previous king was alive.
But Mrs. Mosconi had to cooperate with Roger.
Because she really can't complain.
With Madam Mosconi's glare, the originally boring palace luncheon became delicious.
After eating, he rested for a while, and when he reached a point, he walked up to the teleportation circle.
Mrs. Mosconi followed him.
"What about you?"
"You are doing business for Her Majesty, and I want to monitor whether you have lost the state."
"Relax."
Roger shrugged indifferently.
At that moment, he felt the feeling of loafing around as a public official.
Loafing around in the capital, there is a play!
Thank you, Mrs. Mosconi!
…
…
Roger saw the representatives of the goblin merchants.
The seven gods fought endlessly on the surface, and secretly joined forces to target the Green Vines Empire.
The major ethnic regimes they control naturally isolate the empire.
But the empire is strong, the magic production is strong, and the human race is skilled craftsmen in an endless stream. After the blockade, many commodities have gone up in price.
So the goblin merchants couldn't sit still.
The belief of the human race in the Eternal Night world is the least firm, followed by the mercenary goblins.
So they are going to quietly restart trade routes with the Empire.
The empire is naturally happy to see things that make money in vain.
The negotiation went smoothly, and the professional affairs were drawn up by the officials of the foreign trade department. Roger acted as an atmosphere group and was in charge of applauding and applauding.
At two o'clock, the meeting was over, and Roger went to the north camp.
The officers here learned that Dio Brando was the historian who edited the "History of the Ivy Empire" and welcomed him quite a bit.
The tenth volume wrote a lot of things they didn't know, it was real and moving.
Everyone is very grateful to Roger for making the image of the Queen of Eternal Night plumper.
Roger also has great respect for these heroes who risked their lives to go deep behind enemy lines.
He recited the letter of commendation that the queen had written before, and put a medal on every officer who had made meritorious service.
Although it takes time to get off work, he is still very serious about his work.
The Seventeen Kingdoms are vast, so they need a lot of "Restoration Army generals". At this moment, there are hundreds of people who have been awarded honors.
Roger's expression was sincere and somewhat sacred, which made these young officers feel the utmost respect, waiting patiently in line for him to put the award medal on his chest.
Not long after, it was three o'clock.
The magic clock rang on Roger.
He stopped what he was doing and looked apologetically at the long queue behind him.
The lieutenant general who received him immediately said very well aware of the current affairs: "Lord Brando, if you have something important to do, go to work first. Your Majesty and your brothers have already felt your thoughts."
Mrs. Mosconi, who was supervising Roger, frowned.
What the hell is this kid doing?
The itinerary has been reduced again and again, and the awarding has only begun. Is he going to give up again?
The officer who was waiting behind was also puzzled and a little annoyed.
Roger waved his hand: "It's not a big deal, I just need to interrupt the award ceremony first."
"I don't know what you want?" The lieutenant general asked curiously.
"It's three o'clock, let's drink tea first!"
Roger took out a full set of tea sets and snacks from the space ring, placed them calmly, and asked the lieutenant general, "Can the brothers also have afternoon tea together?"
Everyone was stunned.
What is afternoon tea?
"Drinking tea? This subordinate will make arrangements!" The lieutenant general said immediately.
Roger said again: "The brothers who are standing guard outside are also working hard. Let's have tea together first. Can there still be a church in the inner core of the city to make trouble?"
The lieutenant general shook his face and nodded.
You are the Queen's special envoy, you have the final say!
At three o'clock, all the soldiers in the North City Camp stopped working and had tea together.
Although everyone doesn't understand what Mr. Brando is doing, it feels like stopping in the middle of busy work and taking a break...
Inexplicably comfortable?
