"Serve wholeheartedly, or I’ll have Miss Alina replace you!"
Roland ordered bluntly, akin to a lord ordering at a bathhouse.
Alina: "..."
Complaint to Alina? I am Alina!
Though she couldn’t help but grumble inwardly, she obediently resud her service.
Roland was soone she invited to help, sacrificing joyful monts with his newlywed wife to assist her.
Despite being a young lady from a noble family, she lacked much of the typical nobility arrogance.
Even if she had so, the past years of refuge had worn it down.
She could distinguish between priorities.
It’s not just that Roland wanted a massage service; even if Roland wanted a few beauties to fill the empty nights without his wife, she would fully support.
Even if...
Whatever he wanted, she would fulfill it.
This was her way of hosting guests.
Roland enjoyed Alina’s service, which was soft yet intense, gradually dissolving the exhaustion accumulated during the day.
Massage indeed required so force, yet those maids were reluctant to exert it, rely resulting in a faint fragrance without any rits.
Alina’s massage service could earn full marks, though, unfortunately, it couldn’t be enjoyed daily.
After all, she was a ruler, occasionally posing as a maid was fun, but doing so every day would be humiliating.
As Alina gently massaged his temples, Roland was overco with fatigue and unexpectedly fell asleep.
Before dozing off, he couldn’t help but confess the truth from his hazy consciousness.
"This kind of service every day would be great."
Alina’s actions abruptly stiffened.
She truly had learned massage techniques from professional therapists. While practicing Stargazing Skill, she also practiced Body Techniques, requiring this skill.
She just didn’t expect Roland to fall asleep so quickly.
Clearly, he was tired enough not to recognize her.
A soft sigh slipped from her lips and scattered across the floor.
Seeing Roland sleeping soundly, she couldn’t bear to wake him up, so she maintained her kneeling position, allowing Roland to use her slim and smooth thighs as a pillow.
She was a Transcendent, and even maintaining this exhausting position for three days wouldn’t tire her.
Compared to ordinary people, Transcendents are exceptionally robust physically, hardly ever tiring unless battled to exhaustion.
If Roland was this tired, it was naturally not due to physical exertion but because of being ntally exhausted.
Heart Power is hard to quantify within the current power systems, but it indeed exists.
When ntally exhausted, no matter how well-fed or rested, and even if physical capacity is at full, a person still appears exhausted.
While Roland seed to be carefree every day like a detached manager, in reality, he had to consider many things.
He bore Sussex on one shoulder, Jin Yuan on the other, seeking a balance between the two nations; he truly was tired.
Alina tenderly stroked Roland’s handso face, her gaze gradually softening.
She dared not disturb Roland’s deep sleep; she picked up the revised Civil Code placed beside her, focusing on the highlighted comparison with the old code.
The old code was implented by her father, a significant political achievent.
In her heart, Alina didn’t wish for the old code to be altered beyond recognition, representing the complete overturning of her father’s work.
Her father had already been physically overthrown by Marco once; she couldn’t bear for him to be ntally overturned again.
If the person proposing the law revisions wasn’t Roland, she would refuse without hesitation.
The reasons were ready-made.
The country had just erged from turmoil, about to enter a period of recuperation, requiring relatively loose and stable laws.
But since the laws were proposed by Roland, he surely had his reasons for doing so.
Though not fully understanding, Alina chose to respect.
She reviewed the Desmonds’ revision sections, looking at the modifications of a dozen articles and twenty-one new additions; her stern expression relaxed a bit.
Worthy of a legal expert, these changes and additions neither overturned her father’s frawork nor effectively enhanced it.
Though Roland hadn’t expressed it, he should be supportive, right?
Alina let out a relieved sigh, laid down the Civil Code, rubbed her eyes, and glanced at the wall-mounted clock, realizing it was four in the morning.
The scene outside was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of the Blue Moon...
No, ever since entering 1795, the glow of the Blue Moon grew increasingly dim, while the Red Moon as an accompanying satellite shone more prominently.
The geological structure of the Blue Moon and Red Moon is unique, reflecting drastically different colors.
Compared to the soft and tranquil blue, the accompanying satellite’s red always seed sowhat nacing.
Following a streak of red moonlight, Alina looked up, her brows furrowing tighter.
She was an Astrologer, with a habit of stargazing every night.
In watching the stars, an Astrologer’s gaze would never ignore the moon.
She was most aware of the changes between the accompanying satellite and the Blue Moon.
As ti progressed, the satellite grew larger from originally being a fraction of the Blue Moon to now almost a fifth of it, this change was simply an expansion.
The changes between the two moons made her increasingly worried.
These two moons weren’t re dead objects, there were divine judgnts on the moon.
With the return of the day ca not only the opportunity to break through Tier Six but also these lofty and arrogant judges.
Alina disliked these judges.
They were stubborn and inflexible, yet possessed great power, and were difficult to confront.
Thinking of the approaching decisive confrontation that determined her and Roland’s life and death, Alina found it hard to be calm.
Her chaotic heartbeat alerted Roland.
Roland suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Alina.
He naturally knew he had slept on Alina’s thighs.
The resilient and smooth texture made his sleep exceptionally sound, such a texture change brought by incredible power that ordinary maids could never provide.
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