In the Name of the Queen

It was a chilly night in late autumn.

Although the imperial capital is warmer than other places in the same dimension in autumn and winter due to the influence of ocean currents, it is late autumn after all and the temperature is still very low.

Roland had a solemn look on his face, and the murderous intent in his eyes flashed away.

A few minutes ago, he prompted Alina and Sif to start the operation as agreed.

It's time to go.

He hid a knife in his trench coat, a dagger in his boots, a throwing dagger in the lining, and placed the smoke bomb Alina had sent him.

If Renault knew how to collect intelligence, he would definitely know that Roland's father was a knight, and he himself had received strict knight training.

Knights advocate honor, fight openly and openly, and never use hidden weapons.

But Renault certainly wouldn't have thought that Roland was only receiving training as a knight, not a knight.

Even if it is, he will definitely clear the way with hidden weapons.

Roland didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

In his hometown, modern armored knights even use artillery to fight, which is not the case.

As we all know, the eight virtues of knighthood are "humility, honesty, mercy, heroism, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul."

It is written in black and white in the knight's handbook, and every knight must recite it continuously from the apprenticeship.

Who said no long-range weapons are allowed?

You can do whatever is not prohibited by law!

If justice wants to kill evil, it must be more ruthless than evil.

He is not a knight, but he must let this bastard Lori know what real knight fighting skills are today.

Killing criminals who are committing crimes is called fucking justice!

Let’s go to Zhanlong Valley on the outskirts of the city!

This is a Death Valley that can only be entered from the east side. It is said that in the old era, human heroes once killed giant dragons here.

None of this matters.

The important thing is that there is no way to escape from the ambush here.

Renault thought that Roland was standing on the first floor and he was on the second floor, but he didn't know that Roland was actually in the atmosphere.

It's not that Renault isn't smart, but in the face of a crushing intelligence gap, all calculations are like a joke.

Without accurate information, no matter how wise a person is, he will become wise.

Roland walked towards the valley with his head held high.

While walking on the road, he saw a strange-looking bird floating above his head, and the only trace of uneasiness in his heart disappeared.

He couldn't name the bird, but he knew it was a magic item.

Its ass glows.

There are always birds that light up in nature, but there are certainly no birds that light up their butts.

This is a reminder that he is ready and ready to go.

Alina is a nice person, easy to get along with, and she really takes care of things.

Without her providing intelligence and arranging personnel, Roland's plan would be difficult to implement.

Just when Roland walked into the valley, several black figures walked out of the ambush site. The thin middle-aged man in the lead showed a mocking smile on his face and clapped his hands.

"I never expected that you would die for a girl who is not related by blood. Could it be that she is your sweetheart?"

Roland looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a calm expression.

A century-old figure in Sussex literary circles.

In the past few decades, at least three literary giants have become recognized as the first person in the world, and the runner-up coincidentally is Lorry.

There is always an indescribable madness in his literary works.

Roland has read his book. The opening chapter is very amazing, but the back part always contains private information to vent his dissatisfaction. Moreover, this guy never ends his book, and the reviews are very bad.

Faced with Lori's ridicule, Roland said calmly: "A lonely ghost like you who is also an orphan at home certainly doesn't understand family affection."

"I brought the money, let him go."

Lori narrowed her eyes, furious.

Although I don't know if Roland did it intentionally, he was indeed stabbed.

He was chosen by Count Luden's daughter and thought it would be the beginning of his career, but he found that his status in the family was not as good as that of a dog.

He snorted coldly, and then let out an ugly laugh like a night owl.

"Roland, are you still dreaming about redeeming someone? Let me tell you, that girl is already dead and was played to death by more than a dozen gang members, haha!"

"Are you done?"

Roland looked at Lori calmly, without any fluctuation in his heart.

If he didn't know his sister's whereabouts, this passage would make his mentality explode.

But not now.

Who would break their guard by shouting about a clown?

In third-rate movies and TV dramas, scenes where the protagonist does not know how to protect his family and is kidnapped and bullied by gangsters only exist in movies and TV dramas.

He won't give his enemy any chance.

Sister Lisa was a guest at Xif's house at the moment. At this time, she had probably finished enjoying the seafood dinner, took a bath and fell asleep.

When someone with explosive facial hair meets someone with clairvoyance, the effect is so absurd.

Not only was Roland not furious, he even thought Lori's performance was ridiculous.

Looking at Roland's expression, Lori quickly realized something was wrong.

He is just bad and leaking pus, not stupid and smoking.

If you come here knowing that Lisa has not been kidnapped, there must be fraud.

He felt a little guilty, but thinking that Roland had no background power, he felt a little more at ease, and asked sternly: "You already know?"

In line with the principle of stalling for time so that Alina and Sif's troops can arrive as soon as possible, Roland's mouth slightly raised, turning on the poisonous tongue mode.

"Idiot, you only know now? No wonder you are always the second best and always one step slower!"

"You were the runner-up in the essay competition, the second eldest son in the literary world, and in the eyes of your wife you were the backup for your first love. Even your so-called son was raised by someone else. Your life is like this ridiculous kidnapping operation, and it will always be there. Eat other people’s farts!”

Roland has received modern education and rarely takes the initiative to poke people's scars.

Everyone has some obstacles in life, so be kind.

But facing those who want to kill him or even murder Lisa's sister, he doesn't need to be kind when speaking.

Not only do he have to scold, but he will also have to send the old thing off in person.

"You!" Lori's old face was as red as a braised pig liver, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood in anger.

Lies may not hurt people, and the truth is even more like a machete.

Roland's poisonous tongue hit Lori's aorta like a sharp knife.

Lori is talented and promising at a young age. He wanted to make a career with his talent, but he always missed a step.

In the end, he chose to compromise with reality and "unwillingly" accepted the marriage into the wife's family, and since then he has a count father-in-law.

He thought he was compromising, but on the wedding night he found that his wife had many friends before marriage and played a lot, and finally caused a death but didn't know who the father of the child was.

He is a spare tire, a lush spare tire.

This was the biggest shame of his life. As his status rose, few people dared to mention it in front of him.

But Roland didn't care. He was never merciful to his enemies.

Especially Roland's last stab, which went straight into Lori's heart.

Roland's wild laughter echoed in the valley, sending a signal to close the net.

He saw the intelligence officer holding a magic crystal ball on the mountain wall to record the image.

Although Lori was a heinous criminal, he was a heavyweight in the Sussex literary world after all.

Killing him was easy, but Roland wanted more than just his head, he also wanted to ruin his reputation.

He needed a photographer.

The magic crystal ball was expensive, and using it to record images was both wasteful and extravagant, but it had to be done.

This evidence would appear as ironclad evidence to be provided to the court.

Lori was furious and drew his sword to rush towards Roland.

He was a transcendent.

His promotion direction was the same as Roland's, both [writer].

There are two ways to be promoted from a writer to a literary figure. Either leave a classic to be passed down, or kill a fellow extraordinary person [writer] and use his blood as a sacrifice.

Colleagues are enemies. If they are also competitors for the opportunity to be promoted, it will be a life-and-death struggle.

The direction of promotion of extraordinary people does not represent strength or weakness. The level of combat power depends entirely on the individual.

[Teachers] are strong and powerful, and [writers] lead troops in battle. It is very common.

Lori has rich combat experience and can see the weakness of Roland's plan at a glance.

That is him.

Roland's plan is very simple. He enters the encirclement to attract everyone's attention and buy time for the second encirclement on the outside.

The center of the classic blooms.

If this tactic succeeds, it will be a complete victory. If it fails, the person responsible for blooming will be buried on the spot.

Kill him!

Lori's murderous intent surged, and his long sword cut through the night sky like a meteor, piercing Roland's throat.