In the Name of the Queen

Although she didn't understand how Roland came up with so many tricks, Sif believed that the combat effectiveness of this kind of "knight" would definitely have a qualitative leap.

If he gave up even glory and still couldn't get a leap in combat effectiveness, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

Of course, pushing knights onto the battlefield was still a bad idea in Roland's opinion.

Knights and cavalry were different after all.

Their tasks on the battlefield were similar, but their identities and status were completely different.

Knights were direct vassals of the emperor, and their core advantage was loyalty.

The complete organization of the Royal Knights was 1,000 knights and 9,000 cavalry.

After the decline of the Knights, all ordinary cavalry were disbanded, but there were still nearly 300 knights who chose to stick to it.

Loyalty was the blood flowing in their veins.

Roland was unwilling to use these loyal men as consumables.

They were proficient in close combat skills and had good comprehensive strength, so they were more suitable for transformation into special combat forces of this era.

Especially in urban street battles, palace battles and other occasions, elite knights wearing full body enchanted armor, mastering the use of various firearms, and familiar with the use of alchemical props are a dimensionality reduction attack on ordinary troops.

Most importantly, they are loyal and they have faith! Under the bath of the Queen's glory, they can fight to the last moment without worrying about morale collapse.

This is simply a rebellion, bah, a sharp blade to suppress the rebels!

Roland patiently explained to Sif the formation concept and specific operations of the new knights, and Sif listened with relish.

When Roland finished two cups of tea and his throat was about to spark, she finally gave her impressions.

"The overdue salary will definitely be in place when you take office, and everything else will be done as you say, I believe you!"

Roland: "."

Although Sif's obvious inability to understand the idea of ​​building an army made him a little frustrated, this unreserved trust was enough to offset everything.

He subconsciously saluted Sif with a knight's salute.

Sif also quickly took off her gloves and returned the salute to Roland.

Perhaps it was because the scene was very much like a knight and his lord paying respect to each other, she quickly reminded:

"Roland, we are all working for the Queen, there is no need to be so formal when we get along privately."

"Yes, sir!"

Roland deliberately responded in an exaggerated way, which made Sif blush and a little embarrassed.

"Let's not talk about this for now. The literary salon will start the day after tomorrow night. This salon is of high standard. The upper nobles in the imperial capital, cabinet ministers, generals and generals of several major military branches, as well as well-known people in the literary and artistic circles are invited. Are you ready?"

"No problem for me. Even if there are things I don't understand, don't you still have you?" Roland said with a smile.

"That won't work. I can't accompany you the day after tomorrow night." Sif smiled and shook her head.

"Hey, why?"

"I have another important task."

She waved her hand, motioning Roland to come closer, and whispered in his ear: "Her Majesty the Queen has been unwell these days and cannot attend the dinner, but it would be rude for her not to attend, so I will play her."

Oh, huh?

Roland looked at Sif in surprise, thinking.

Sif's role was indeed similar to that of a shadow warrior, replacing the queen when it was inconvenient for her to appear.

If necessary, she would be pushed out as a sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Roland felt somewhat unhappy.

Sif was his friend, and the queen was just a passerby, unfamiliar, and he didn't want Sif to be hurt.

Looking at Roland's uncertain face, Sif smiled and comforted:

"I know what you are afraid of, don't worry, I am very familiar with playing the queen. I can even do better than her."

Chaplin himself won the second place in the Chaplin Acting Competition?

This joke is not funny.

Roland was choked, is this what he was worried about?

Looking at Sif's clear eyes, he had a thought, and reminded half-jokingly:

"You will definitely have many opportunities to play her in the future, so you must seize it well."

Sif certainly "understood" what Roland meant. The Royal Knights served the queen, but the queen could not leave the palace at will, and she had to do it for her.

She smiled and nodded, her words full of confidence.

"Don't worry, no one in this world knows Queen Sylph better than me."

After discussing some other matters, Sylph left first.

She did not need any preparation to play the role of the queen, but she needed to select jewelry and jewels to sell.

Only she knew what could be sold at a high price and what could not be sold for the time being.

After all, she was the one who understood the queen best, and she had the final say on how much the queen's treasure chest could be sold for.

She would definitely give Roland a surprise.

It would not be long before they had to go out to sea, and the things that could be sold had to be sold as soon as possible for money.

But not everything could be sold.

Jewelry with obvious royal traces could not be sold, real estate could not be sold, horses and pets could not be sold.

If they sold all of these, it would be like saying openly that they were going to run away.

Compared to pretending to be the queen, this matter was more difficult to handle.

Selling property was not easy, but she would not complain to Roland.

Everyone had things they had to do, and Roland was already very busy, so he should not be made more troublesome.

Lisa also did not want to make trouble for Roland.

She was trying on the dress she was going to wear the night after tomorrow.

Teacher Margaret was very strict and had been very demanding on her these days.

But she had no time to complain.

Teacher Mary could kill all her complaints with just one sentence.

"If you don't behave well, you're not embarrassing yourself, but Mr. Roland and Her Majesty the Queen."

What she said was the truth. No one cared who Lisa was. People only knew that she was Roland's sister and a special guest invited by the Queen.

If she behaved like a girl from the urban-rural fringe at the dinner party, it would be too rude.

Others would not laugh at her, but Roland and the Queen would become the laughing stock.

This sentence was like a shot of stimulant. No matter how tired Lisa was, she would be revived with a shot.

When the exhausted Lisa changed into a crimson evening dress and stood in front of the floor-length mirror, she was stunned.

The girl in the mirror had a curvy figure. Although she was not particularly tall, she stood out with the help of crystal high heels.

The most obvious change was the temperament.

Before the special training, although she had outstanding facial features and a hot body, her words and deeds always carried a bit of the simplicity of coming to the imperial capital to make a living from the countryside.

Now she is like a gorgeous and passionate red tulip.

Even in the imperial garden, she can have a place.

The inferiority brought by the humble status was swept away, replaced by a warm smile.

She was born in poverty and was not even a citizen of the Empire, but she was now a transcendent and qualified to fly in the clouds.

She did not want to be a burden to Roland, and she was definitely not a burden.

The night after tomorrow, she would blossom completely.

Just as Lisa was confidently looking forward to the day after tomorrow, in a house on Belfa Street, Alina adjusted her glasses and frowned slightly.

She was a little curious about Roland's identity and how he could offend people so much.

After thinking about it, she crumpled the note with her name on it into a ball, replaced it with another note, and then changed her left hand to hold the pen and wrote a sentence casually.

"Dear author, there are more people who like tragedy, don't forget."

She didn't want to be a riddler, but she was a special envoy of the Golden Kite Country and couldn't be too willful.

She could help her friends, but she had no power to bring trouble to the country.

Even if this note fell into the hands of others, it would not reveal any information.

But she believed that Roland could understand it.

After all, he was also a cultured person.