In the Name of the Queen

"You're all going to resign? What a shame, my friends."

General Manager Troyes reached out to shake Roland's hand, and then took out a blank resignation document.

Roland signed the resignation document with a smile.

It has been quite enjoyable to work as a clerk for more than half a year.

The manager of Troyes had an easy-going personality and turned a blind eye to his work writing novels.

As long as the work is done, he never cares about employees' trivial matters.

It's also a good thing to get along well and end happily.

Roland and Troyes chatted casually.

At this time, Lisa was saying goodbye to her colleagues in another office.

Girls always talk more, so Roland may have to wait a while.

Troyes hesitated while chatting with Roland, and finally lowered his voice and asked:

"Roland, you have the final say now about the Royal Knights, right?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Roland knew that he wanted to ask for something.

Roland did not admit it carelessly, but said ambiguously: "Of course the Queen has the final say about the Knights. But she is very busy, so I can make the decision on small matters."

If the request is not too much, it is just a small matter for the sake of getting along with each other.

If Troyes had no sense of proportion, it would be a serious matter that required the Queen's Judgment.

Of course, Roland would not stick to his words and leave no room for maneuver.

The general manager didn't rush to speak, but locked the office door first.

Just when Roland was slightly surprised, he took out a book from his desk and gave it to Roland.

The title of the book is "Wisdom and Wealth".

"The great God of Wisdom said that there is wisdom and wealth in books."

Roland felt the weight of the book was wrong as soon as he touched it.

He couldn't laugh or cry.

Is this what the God of Wisdom means?

He didn't open the book, but pushed it back.

"Mr. Troyes, tell me what you have to say. Regardless of whether it can be done or not, I cannot accept this money."

He didn't care what Troya thought, but he had to maintain his image as a sinister military advisor in front of the Queen and Sif.

You can be greedy for money, but you can't directly accept bribes and ruin your image.

Think of the Queen's disgust when she rejected Albon.

Troyes was a little stunned when he saw Roland's flat refusal.

He heard his son talk about Roland killing Lori and taking away fifteen hundred pounds of gold coins, and he knew Roland's desire for wealth.

Is this too little?

Just when he was hesitating whether to take out another book, Roland was already walking towards the door.

Troyes understood that Roland would really leave if he didn't say anything.

He quickly stopped in front of Roland, his old face turned slightly red, and he lowered his voice and said: "Roland, you must have met my son Raikkonen, right?"

"I've met him a few times. He's a very smart young man."

Roland really couldn't think of anything to praise him, he could only say that he was clever.

Raikkonen is only one year younger than him. He has a high-spirited personality and often causes trouble outside.

In my hometown, there is a special term for this kind of young people, called gangsters.

He doesn't really dislike Raikkonen that much. After all, he is just a stranger. There is no hatred for Raikkonen without grudges.

Seeing Roland's expressionless face, Troyes gritted his teeth and said: "Roland, I would like to ask you to help him go to the knights to train and become a trainee knight."

Roland was stunned, then a little annoyed.

The Knights are indeed in disgraceful decline, but at least they still have royal dignity, so why are all the cats and dogs stuffed into it?

He cleared his throat, with a straight face to persuade him to retreat:

"Mr. Troyes, it is very dangerous for the knights to charge into battle for Her Majesty the Queen. The former leader sank into the sea with the late emperor. Aren't you afraid?"

Troyes chuckled, thinking to himself, what was before was before, and what is now is now.

In the past, when the Knights went to war, many people died.

We are an honor guard now, so what danger is there?

He was resolute, "The military can help young people reborn, and I want him to try it!"

Roland almost couldn't help laughing.

It will be a long time before the kind of army that Troyes fantasized about is born. Is the Knights a Royal Guard, the same thing?

Looking at Troyes' pleading eyes, he couldn't bear it.

Forget it, Raikkonen is young after all, he can be brought over, and he is a confidant after being well educated.

Accept it, accept it, you still have to be a little more careful.

Roland cleared his throat and asked, "By the way, he is now"

"Special Correspondent to The Sun."

Speaking of the Sun, Troyes' head dropped, ashamed.

What kind of special reporters are paparazzi!

How can such a profession allow an old father to straighten his back?

When Roland heard the name of Sun News, he suddenly got excited.

Wait, special reporter for Toilet News?

Oops, those are all high-end talents!

Seeing Roland's strange expression, Troyes thought that he looked down on the paparazzi, and whispered in an almost pleading voice: "For example, if a trainee knight is not enough, it would be better to be a knight's retinue."

Roland smiled and patted Troyes on the shoulder and said loudly:

"Apprentice Knight? Silver Knight!"

Troyes almost fell to the ground.

Did he hear it correctly?

The Bronze Knight is the most common formal knight.

The Silver Knight is one level higher than the Bronze Knight and usually serves as a junior officer such as a squad leader or even a squadron leader.

Troyes murmured, his lips quivering with excitement.

"Ah, Captain Roland, you gave me a big surprise. I don't even know how to repay you, I..."

"You're welcome. Find him and report to me now."

How could Troy dare to neglect? Just as he was about to open the door and send someone to call his son over, he heard the sound of ping-pong-pong-pang-pong coming from the gate, followed by the sound of fighting and scolding.

He was a little annoyed, turned the door, and walked out with big strides.

Which blind guy is looking for trouble?

Troyes was dumbfounded as soon as he walked to the door.

That blind bastard was none other than his beloved son Raikkonen.

His eyes went dark, and he spit out a mouthful of old blood, and he almost died on the spot.

Roland helped Troyes to the door and looked at Raikkonen with interest.

This kid was really slippery. He jumped up and down like a monkey under the beating of several people, and managed to avoid all attacks.

He was in trouble until someone hugged one of his legs.

Roland did not rush to help.

Raikkonen's eyes did not panic at all, and he must have a backup plan.

Let's see first.

As he expected, Raikkonen rolled hard on the ground when his legs were hugged, and used the impact of his body to knock away the person hugging his legs.

Although he knocked away the man who was holding his legs, he fell down after all. The besiegers rushed up with sticks in their hands, ready to beat him violently.

Roland reached into his arms and quickly threw out a smoke bomb.

The smoke filled the whole field.

The amount of smoke was huge.

Raikkonen also threw out a smoke bomb at the same time as Roland's attack.

Not only that, he also added fuel.

Sneezing and screaming continued.

The pungent smell that hit Roland almost affected him.

Good boy, so cruel.

Seeing Raikkonen fleeing at the speed of light, Roland's mouth corners slightly raised, and he helped Troyes, whose old face had swelled up like a pig liver.

Troyes almost cried with anger and didn't dare to look at Roland at all.

How could he dare to hope to send his son to the Royal Knights with such a naughty son.

However, Roland patted his shoulder hard and laughed loudly.

"Troy, your son is very good. He is a talent that the Knights urgently need. I promise that the Silver Knight is not the end. He will become a Gold Knight in two years at most!"