In the Name of the Queen

The smoke from the smoke bomb was very pungent, so the living room was definitely not suitable for receiving guests. Walder invited Roland to the small study in the backyard to talk.

Roland's lips slightly raised, with a hint of smile, and the stone in his heart finally fell.

At least he didn't have to worry about being chopped into Roland sauce by the axemen who rushed out.

The next step was to fight wits and courage with the old fox.

He asked himself that his experience and experience were not as good as the old fox who had worked as a cabinet minister for many years and had seen all kinds of storms.

Since he couldn't beat him, he didn't compete, and just didn't play by the rules.

The noble houses were large and small, and were roughly divided into two parts.

One was the front yard, and the other was the back yard.

The front yard was a place for entertaining guests, holding banquets, and social activities. The back yard was a place for private life, receiving close friends and secret social activities.

Taking Roland to the small study in the backyard represented his recognition of him.

If this was an exam, Roland had passed it, and the next step was to see if he could get full marks.

As long as there were no outrageous things in the back, both the host and the guest would be happy.

It's called a small study, but it's not small at all. It can even be called a small library.

Roland's eyes swept across the bookshelf, and his envy was beyond words.

"Do you like reading?" Walder asked with a smile.

He couldn't pretend to be sincere, he could see it.

Roland nodded, "I like it very much."

Of course he likes it.

Before crossing, time was cut into pieces by heavy work, ineffective social interaction, network hostility and various nipple products on the phone. After graduation, he had less time to read.

But this doesn't mean he doesn't like reading.

If there is a leisurely and comfortable time, a pot of hot tea, and a beautiful woman whispering, reading is the ultimate enjoyment.

In this era, steam engines, magic, and alchemy dominate, and the electricity that lights up the world is still in the clouds. He can't think of a better way to enjoy it except reading.

He can't be like those termites who eat, drink, gamble, and smoke.

He loves reading from the bottom of his heart.

Roland's answer didn't surprise Walder.

This makes sense. It would be strange if a rising star in the literary world didn't like reading.

In addition to his way of dealing with problems being not as rigid as that of ordinary readers, Roland is a standard template for a young literary man.

Thinking of this guy's series of anti-sword and axe operations such as using smoke bombs to seal the door, throwing knives to block the enemy, and hijacking hostages, Wald was a little confused.

Is there really such a reader?

Although he had some doubts, he had no time to think about it. There are not many people who can be loyal to Sylph and let her trust them, so talents can only be selected from this small range.

Roland is not only the number one candidate, but even the only candidate for the time being.

Let's start the assessment.

Wald motioned Roland to sit down and said with a smile: "Roland, since you like reading so much, you can come to me to borrow books at any time."

There are many books that are not available in the public library, and Roland quickly expressed his gratitude.

Wald took out a platinum bookmark and handed it to Roland.

"You can come in anytime with it, the guard won't stop you."

Roland's heart moved. Just like Alina's boat ticket, Walder's library card was not just for borrowing books, but also a recognition of him.

He took the bookmark and expressed his gratitude solemnly.

Looking at Roland's calm and solid eyes, Walder became more confused.

This kid sometimes behaves like a gangster, and sometimes like a serious scholar. Who is he?

Walder temporarily put aside his worries and planned to gradually understand him in the future.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and casually mentioned, "Yesterday, Sylph refused to accept the Minister of Justice's self-desecration. Although it was well-intentioned, it completely offended Alben. If only she had half of your political acumen."

Roland did not follow the next step, but said seriously:

"No, she did nothing wrong, and it was even the best choice."

Wald's tea, which he had just drunk, sprayed all over the table. He coughed violently and stared at Roland, "What did you say?"

Roland knew that Wald was an old and cunning man, and he didn't play tricks, so he simply spoke sincerely.

"Yesterday, I also felt that Your Majesty made the worst choice. Looking back, is it true?"

Roland stood up and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Wald, what do you think of the current situation of the Sussex Empire?"

"The national strength is at its peak, and the political situation is stable and stable. It would be better if Your Majesty could rule the country personally." Wald said casually.

"So stable that no one said anything when the emperor was killed when he went out to sea? So stable that land annexation was serious, and a large number of farmers who lost their land became serfs? So stable that the lower classes lost their upward channels and resentment accumulated?"

Roland stared at Walder, and the truth was like a sharp knife, piercing the old man's heart.

"The empire has lasted for more than 700 years, and contradictions have accumulated to the extreme. If there is no will and ability to break the old, the country will be destroyed in an instant."

"If Her Majesty Sylph is in collusion with Alban, what is the difference between her and the previous emperors? On what basis can she call on all forces in the country to launch a reform?"

"If no changes are made, contradictions will continue to accumulate, and only a small flame can burn Sussex, a rotten tree that is about to die!"

Roland shouted, exploding like thunder in Walder's heart.

Although it was a bit alarmist, what Roland said was true.

Sussex was sick, very seriously, and needed treatment.

The fact that no one cared about the emperor's murder was just a symptom, and the serious annexation and blocked upward channels were the root cause.

Countless feudal dynasties that dreamed of lasting for thousands of years ended up like this.

Walder's old face turned red, and he wanted to scold Roland, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Because it's true.

Everyone knows it, but no one can solve it.

He breathed rapidly, and tremblingly took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat on his forehead. After a long time, he slowly asked:

"Is this related to the topic we talked about before? You said everyone knows this, do you have a solution?"

He was hinting to Roland, don't talk about it, just tell her where Sylph went wrong.

Roland looked at Walder and could clearly feel the twilight energy.

The twilight atmosphere of dying.

Just like this old empire.

Of course there are solutions. When productivity continues to improve, the industrialization process will destroy the aging aristocratic system.

At that time, it will be enough to exchange imperial power for wealth.

But he is not a Doraemon. He cannot buy whatever he wants, let alone rub a generator with his hands.

Based on the framework of the feudal empire, is there no solution to this problem?

of course not.

Destroy first, then rebuild, that's the answer.

His eyes sparkled with longing.

"It's hard to go back, so don't go back and rebuild directly. To lead the old order to collapse and the new order to be established, you need someone who can convince the public. This person must not touch the filth in the darkness, let alone collude with people like Alban."

"Her Majesty the Queen will stand in the sun and receive worship, and leave the dirty work to others. You can also understand it as a god-making movement."

Walder instantly understood what Roland meant.

The aging empire cannot be saved by tinkering, but can only be broken down and rebuilt.

That's why Roland thought it was a good thing for Sylph to stay out of the mud, so he suggested that Sylph go to three overseas provinces to build a team, and that's why he came up with the god-making movement.

Crazy and bold ideas.

Yet it works.

Walder looked at Roland excitedly, and whispered guiltily: "But you have touched too much filth in the dark, and your position in the future history books will be very embarrassing."

He was very moved because Roland wanted to stand in the darkness to protect the best queen.

However, Roland's next words made him dodge.

"Mr. Walder, what are you talking about? Of course I want to bathe in the sun with His Majesty. Let professionals do this kind of thing, and I can help supervise it."

Seeing Walder's body shaking, Roland quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Mr. Walder, Mr. Walder, what's wrong with you?"

"Doctor, where did the doctor die? Hurry up and call the doctor!"