In the Name of the Queen

Since the monkeys are still watching, the chicken must be killed.

But who is the chicken and how to kill it are very particular.

It is impolite to be pecked by the chicken or splashed with blood when killing the chicken.

Roland handed the question to Sif, and the class test began.

Sif pondered for a long time, and lowered her head slightly with embarrassment, "Roland, there is too little information available, and I don't know where to start. Do you have any hints?"

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, and slapped his palm heavily on the table. The loud noise scared Sif.

She stood up subconsciously and whispered: "I, am I wrong again?"

"No, that's right, you are right."

Roland pressed down with one hand to signal Sif to sit down, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you have realized the importance of information."

"Without information, it is indeed difficult to make an accurate judgment." He added with a smile.

Sif breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in her seat with a smile, and kept listening.

"Without information, what should we do?" Teacher Roland persuaded.

"Find a way to get intelligence!" Sif answered in seconds.

"For example?" Teacher Roland continued to persuade.

"Just look for military intelligence, just ignore what I said."

The queen who has not yet ascended the throne and has no real power asked the Military Intelligence Bureau, which has been infiltrated by external forces, for intelligence on the Royal Knights?

This is hell, and even a joke.

Sif thought for a while, and her beautiful eyes lit up, "Since we have reached a consensus with Alben, we should be able to ask him for intelligence, and even evidence of Wharton and others' crimes!"

Roland looked at Sif without comment and did not respond.

Sif bit her lip and secretly looked at Roland. Obviously, this answer scored very low.

"Forget it, it's not worth exposing Alben's relationship with us for such a small matter."

Roland's eyes gradually softened when he looked at Sif.

Sif felt creepy when Roland looked at her, and subconsciously touched her face.

"Is my face dirty?"

There were a lot of children around her just now, and it would be bad if she got mud spots on her face.

"Of course not, it's just that you are a little special today, shining with the beauty of wisdom."

Sif's cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly realized that the beauty of wisdom shining today, doesn't it mean that it doesn't happen normally?

She raised her head and was about to explain, but suddenly she thought of the moment when Teacher Wald fainted, and remembered Alben's stunned expression, and her angry expression instantly wilted.

Roland was right.

But she also had something to say, she had never met before.

She bit her lip and continued to think. She didn't want to be treated as a vase by Roland.

Since the Military Intelligence Bureau is unreliable, Alben can't be found, and Teacher Wald is recovering, then

Her eyes lit up again.

"Got it, let's go find Alina!"

Roland: "."

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Roland asked softly: "Do you know her true identity?"

"Yes. She is called a special envoy, but she is actually a spy chief. All diplomats are like this."

Sif finished quickly and explained: "I have been reading diplomatic declassified materials recently."

Roland looked at Sif with relief. Her mind was a little active, but her idea was basically correct.

Although relieved, he still rejected the proposal, "I can find her, but you can't go."

Sif did not argue. She had a special identity, and it was indeed inappropriate to contact Alina rashly.

She didn't want Roland to ask a foreign woman for help, so she had to continue to rack her brains.

After a moment, she murmured in frustration: "I really can't think of a channel. I can't go to the Adventurer's Guild to buy intelligence."

Roland smiled and reminded: "You forgot someone."

Sif's eyes sparkled and she smiled happily, "It's great to have you here, Roland! Please take care of the intelligence."

Roland smiled and shook his head, "Except for Alina, I don't have more channels than you."

"Who else? Teacher Walder has no intelligence network, and I can't bear to disturb him." Sif's mind was pure white.

"Wharton."

Roland calmly revealed the answer.

Sif was stunned for a moment.

She didn't rush to speak, but continued to ponder, and said tentatively: "Bribe him and let him give out the others?"

"The idea is right, but Wharton is difficult to bribe. This kind of thing is a gang action. There must be means of restraint between them, and they are a community of interests."

Sif blinked and complained softly: "It would be great if this guy was willing to expose himself."

"Pah!"

Roland slapped the table hard, making the teacup jump up.

Sif was frightened and stood up quickly, her lips trembling slightly.

Wharton dared to deceive his superiors and subordinates when his father was in power, how could he be easily exposed? She really shouldn't have talked nonsense, and now Teacher Luo was angry.

Just as Sif was brewing how to explain it without losing her dignity, Roland couldn't help laughing and saying "yes" several times.

Roland's laughter made Sif even more depressed.

Damn it, Roland was really angry this time and started talking nonsense.

Just as she tried to act coquettishly to ease the atmosphere, Roland's joyful voice came.

"You are right. Wharton, Stanley and others were able to deduct salaries and even falsely claim salaries in the past three years. They must have had strict organization and anti-reconnaissance means."

"We must let them reveal their flaws."

Roland said calmly: "They dared to deceive even the late emperor, so how could they be afraid of Her Majesty Sylph? Give them a chance, and they still dare to continue to do dirty things."

He waved his hand to Sylph to come closer, and carefully explained the next action in her ear.

The warm wind blew past her ears, and Sylph's earlobes felt a little itchy.

Her eyes lit up and she nodded frequently.

After listening to Roland's action plan, she couldn't help but sigh.

Roland was the best at playing dirty.

According to Roland's plan, the money would be given to Wharton to distribute to the knights.

She and Roland just had to act out a good play.

Just act like an incompetent nobleman.

Is there any need to act? She can act like herself.

Sif smiled confidently.

But she soon stopped laughing.

It's not worth being proud of being able to play a waste skillfully.

Looking at Sif's smiling mouth and lost eyes, Roland knew what she was thinking.

He gently comforted the heartbroken Countess.

"Sif, you have never received any education in this area, so you don't understand normal. But you are different from others, you study very hard."

"Politics is very complicated, but also very simple. In the end, it is all about competing for interests. When you encounter something you don't understand in the future, think more about the interests of the other party."

Roland said calmly: "Suppose we have a million troops, tens of millions of pounds of gold coins in stock, and a developed intelligence network, dealing with Wharton is like crushing a stink bug."

"But we don't, so we have to carefully figure out the weaknesses of the enemy's character, use their desires, set traps, and wait for them to jump."

"Sif, have you seen traps for hunting wild boars?"

Sif nodded slightly, "I have participated in royal hunting, but I was just a spectator."

"Do wild boars know that there are net bags on the food? Maybe they know, maybe they don't, but they can't resist the fragrant corn in front of them."

"Wharton, that's the pig."

Roland snapped his fingers and smiled with a hint of joking: "Let's go, we should go meet Mr. Stupid Pig."