In the Name of the Queen

The once famous Royal Knights have now become the tears of the times, as if they are struggling unwillingly under the collision between the ancestral law and the tide of the times.

In this era, alchemy is ever-changing, extraordinary people are unique, and there are all kinds of magic equipment. Even ordinary people want to become navy, artillery or musketeers when they join the army.

No one with a little ambition wants to be a knight.

The glory of humanoid tanks in the era of cold weapons has long ended.

A few slightly trained farmers can beat the knights into sieves with muskets.

Although flintlock rifles have many problems such as slow loading, poor accuracy, and unreliability, when hundreds of soldiers line up in neat rows and hold up muskets, the knights' charge is like being shot in a line.

No matter how heavy the armor is, it can't withstand the whistling bullets.

Extraordinary people with low ranks don't dare to confront well-trained musketeers head-on.

Except for those above level seven.

They are special beings beyond ordinary people.

The treatment of the Royal Knights is not too high, but more of an honor, and it is a springboard for advancement in the Knight Age.

The leader of the Royal Knights is a prerequisite for promotion to the general.

Although this ancestral law has been shattered by the waves of the times in the past hundred years, it does not mean that the Royal Knights are not important.

The only disadvantage of the position of leader is that it is worn out too quickly.

The battlefield duty of the leader of the Knights is to wear a full set of royal ceremonial guards and charge for the emperor.

Wearing heavy plate armor, riding a tall horse, and accompanied by the flag bearer holding the royal flag, the guy with gorgeous and dazzling clothes attacked the musketeer position. This picture is full of epic feeling.

If Roland himself was not the leader of the Royal Knights, he would even be willing to write a few passionate poems for the hero who died.

But he is.

The leader of the Knights is not only a consumable, but also a fragile item.

The tragic war thirty-seven years ago consumed seven leaders of the Knights in just three years.

If he was not tied to the same rope with the Queen, Roland even suspected that this guy wanted to harm him.

But he finally accepted the appointment happily.

Times are indeed changing.

It is not just the infantry that is changing, but also the knights.

Since he is to be the head of the group, it is natural to redefine the knight.

A true knight should have the courage to give up false reputation, the determination to let the enemy sacrifice, and the humility to admit that cannons and muskets are more powerful than swords and spears.

Wearing plate armor to charge the musketeer phalanx is not bravery, but stupidity.

He must change the Knights.

Although there are still procedures to be fulfilled, Roland becoming the head of the group is a foregone conclusion.

Leaving the palace, sitting in the carriage, Sif whispered to comfort:

"Roland, the head of the Knights is indeed a dangerous position, but it is a transition before becoming a general or a member of the cabinet."

"Even if there is a real war, I... I don't think Her Majesty will really let you charge."

Her hint is obvious.

The benefits of the head must be there, and the risks are okay.

Roland smiled and nodded, but he thought differently from Sif.

Finance, personnel, and military affairs, these are the real power.

The Royal Knights have declined?

That's normal. If they hadn't declined, it wouldn't have been his turn.

As long as there is a system and money can be obtained, there are many desperate criminals in the three overseas provinces, and some are loyal and brave people who are willing to serve Her Majesty the Queen.

Those who oppose the Queen can laugh at Roland for being a leader without troops now, but sooner or later Roland will laugh at them for being street lamp pendants in the Royal Square.

After leaving the palace, Sif was surprised to see that Roland was in a stable mood, so she asked casually:

"Where are we going now?"

"The Royal Knights' headquarters, they should have a headquarters, right?" Roland teased half-jokingly.

"Of course there is, but... Let's go and see."

When the carriage arrived at the Royal Knights' headquarters, Roland and Sif were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The dilapidated site, the collapsed gate, the weak guards, the weeds on both sides of the road, there are quite a few buildings and people in the yard, but the main building's exterior wall is painted with mottled powder and has fallen off, and it has long been in a mess.

There are some people, but they are not Royal Knights at first glance.

Women are playing in the yard with their children and even dogs.

Although it is dilapidated, it is the headquarters of the Knights after all. The location is very particular. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is a good place for picnics.

The tall redwoods and oaks form a small forest, which is indeed suitable for children to play.

Many small animals are curiously mixed in the middle, and even boldly ask for food from the children.

It can be seen that they are having a lot of fun.

Seeing this scene, Sif's mouth is almost crooked with anger.

It's too outrageous. Is this still the Royal Knights?

She was a little sad. She thought she was going to find a good job for Roland and give him some sweet things, but in the end he came to suffer.

She couldn't hold her face when the welfare was distributed like this.

"Roland, the appointment has not been issued yet. If you don't like it, we can..."

"No, right here!"

Seeing this scene, Roland's mouth was almost crooked with laughter.

Seeing that Sif was on the verge of going berserk, he smiled and explained: "Your Majesty has not yet ascended the throne. He said that the stronger the Knights, the more difficult it is to control. Power that cannot be controlled is useless to us."

"You can even say that the stronger the Knights, the weaker the Knights."

Sif was stunned.

Roland's words sounded absurd at first, but they were full of reason when they were carefully tasted.

She was no longer irritable, but still a little frustrated.

"But can the Knights still fight if they have declined like this?"

"Of course!"

Roland gave Sif a lot of chicken soup in a decisive tone, "The salary of the Knights has never been high. Becoming a Royal Knight is both an honor and a springboard for advancement. Most people come here not for the salary, but for the future."

"As long as they can see the room for promotion again, the Knights can be reborn."

Sif's eyes were burning with flames, as if she saw the moving scene of nearly 10,000 knights charging in bright and beautiful knight uniforms and heavy armor.

The array mixed with steel and flesh was as mighty as the Great Wall of Steel.

Then a hollow square of infantry appeared in front of them, alchemical bombs appeared, the black barrels of cannons appeared, and rows of muskets appeared.

The raging fire in Sif's eyes was extinguished instantly.

She murmured to herself: "But the knights have been eliminated on the battlefield. Forget it, don't bother, just treat it as an honorary title."

Roland didn't like to hear this.

Honorary title, what are you talking about?

He and Sif are now both die-hard royalists. Royalism is not just about words, it takes strength.

The army cannot be relied on, the navy is independent, the air force is still in the womb, and the overseas military is complex. The Knights are the ones they can rely on the most.

He refuted with a serious expression: "Sif, I don't want to hear that kind of words again. You have a special status, and such discouraging words are a great blow to morale."

He was not joking.

Anyone can deny the Royal Knights and laugh at them, but if all the royal family members think so, the faith of this army will collapse.

Sif lowered her head and said softly, "I know."

Although she didn't admit her mistake directly, it was no different from an apology.

But she was still a little unconvinced, "Roland, I still don't understand, what can we do to make them regain their fighting power?"

Facing Sif's expectant eyes, Roland smiled slightly and said calmly:

"Then wait and see."