In the Name of the Queen

"That Roland really didn't do anything?!"

Wharton's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears.

Staring at the thin knight in front of him, Wharton was a little confused.

Seeing that Wharton didn't believe it, the thin knight quickly explained:

"Brother Wharton, Roland didn't do nothing. He went to the palace twice these days, moved to a new home with his girlfriend, and went to the Earl of Tyrone's house three times, leaving very late every time."

"Okay, I know, you go and get busy first." Wharton waved his hands impatiently, like chasing flies.

Seeing Wharton's impatient attitude, the thin knight thought he didn't believe it, and quickly explained:

"Brother Wharton, you have to believe me, I saw it with my own eyes."

Wharton said in a deep voice: "Mills, you brought me from my hometown, I never doubt your ability, but I can't figure out what this Roland is doing."

Mills saw the anger and greed burning in Wharton's eyes, and felt helpless.

Wharton was his fellow countryman. After becoming rich, he did not forget his hometown and specially arranged for him and two other young men to join the Knights.

He was grateful for this favor.

Wharton was a good brother, but sometimes too greedy.

It was a serious crime to put your hand into the emperor's purse.

If he was exposed, it would not only be Brother Wharton who would lose his head.

Considering that he was a standard Wharton accomplice in the eyes of others, Mills could not help but persuade him:

"Brother Wharton, I always feel that Roland is not right. Brother, listen to my advice, stop when it's time to stop."

"Why can't I see what's wrong?" Wharton asked back with a stern face.

Mills bit his lip and said, "He behaves too much like a playboy."

"Isn't it? A young man, relying on his pretty face and clever mouth, wanders between Her Majesty the Queen, Earl Tyrone and his cohabiting girlfriend. Isn't this a playboy?"

Wharton snorted angrily: "Her Majesty must be kept in the dark. I must report it to Her Majesty if I have a chance! This Roland won't be rampant for long!"

Mills wanted to say something, but Wharton had raised his hand to stop his nonsense.

He had to leave unhappily.

After sending Mills away, Wharton came to the window, looked at the gray sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

What Mills said was all right, but he only knew part of the information.

When Mills followed Roland to collect intelligence, there were other intelligence personnel collecting intelligence.

No one went to Stanley Chamber of Commerce to investigate.

If Roland really wanted to investigate, he would always send someone to find evidence.

Unless he is an idiot.

Although he hated the new leader Roland and Count Tyrone Sif very much, Wharton never thought they were fools.

In his opinion, these two guys were full of aristocratic arrogance.

And the contempt of the old imperial capital people looking at the country people with their chins.

Deep in the bones.

Roland may not have no doubts, but he was really busy and had no time to take care of these trivial matters.

He had to appease his cohabiting girlfriend, serve Her Majesty the Queen, and even take time to comfort the lonely Count Tyrone in the middle of the night.

What is the charm of this dog thing? !

Wharton gritted his teeth and thought, the anger and greed burning in his eyes disappeared, replaced by pure jealousy.

After a long time, Wharton's negative emotions gradually cleared.

After collecting several pieces of intelligence and adding what he saw in his own investigation, Wharton's mind emerged with a complete picture.

The young, handsome and talented writer moved the heart of the young queen with his literary talent.

The Queen's new favorite knows nothing about how to manage the Knights, and has no time.

Dealing with the skirts of three women has exhausted his energy.

Wharton has observed Roland's new home in the house opposite him.

The furniture inside is exquisite and elegant, and even the white rose logo has not been erased. It can be seen that it was moved directly from the palace.

Poor Queen, played in the palm of the hand by the damn Roland, and she didn't even know that this bastard had such a wonderful private life besides her.

Roland and Sif must pay the price!

Wharton thought with gritted teeth.

They conspired to deceive Her Majesty the Queen, this is a capital crime.

The jealousy burning in his eyes disappeared, replaced by anger and greed.

If enough evidence can be collected to report to Her Majesty the Queen, Roland will definitely be executed by Her Majesty the Queen who is angry because of the deception.

At that time, he, a meritorious minister, will definitely be promoted.

Deputy leader? The head of the group!

Walton, in a good mood, hummed a light tune and began to think about how to report Roland.

But before reporting, he had one more thing to do.

Find a trustworthy person to go to Stanley Chamber of Commerce to pay the arrears.

It must be paid in full!

Mills was right. You can't be too greedy at this time.

Compared with the temptation of overthrowing Roland and becoming the leader, the charm of money is not that great.

Power is the temptation he can't refuse.

This job should have been handed over to Mills, but this guy is getting more and more presumptuous. He actually wants to teach him how to do things as a boss. He must let it go.

Let Mike do it.

While Walton was sorting out the intelligence and making plans, Roland also completed the intelligence collection.

Trust people when you employ them, and don't employ people if you don't trust them.

Roland absolutely trusts the intelligence submitted by Raikkonen.

Without investigation, there is no right to speak. He attaches great importance to intelligence from the front line.

Raikkonen just went to Stanley Chamber of Commerce as an undercover reporter a month ago. He worked there for ten days and had contact with many knights.

Raikkonen was beaten while working, and finally his wages were deducted for a reason. He had been holding back his anger and wanted to expose this black-hearted chamber of commerce.

As a result, the report was rejected by the editor-in-chief, and he was forbidden to investigate further.

Fortunately, Captain Roland came and he could do justice!

After reading the intelligence and asking a few more questions, Roland looked up at Raikkonen and said in a deep voice:

"You did a good job, but it is far from enough compared to the harm to Her Majesty the Queen."

The excitement on Raikkonen's face disappeared instantly, and he was completely depressed.

He regretted it when he thought of that article.

He almost got himself into trouble just for the sake of momentary pleasure.

Fortunately, Captain Roland was generous and didn't bother with him.

That night when he was scolded by Roland, he ran to the library to borrow legal books and actually found special clauses.

Too rogue.

The Imperial Power Law was apparently restricting the imperial power, but it opened such a big loophole for the emperor.

Raikkonen felt scared when he thought of this.

Her Majesty is a young girl after all, and the crime of defaming her innocence is too serious.

He can of course argue that the article did not mention any names, so he cannot be convicted based on this.

But it is useless.

If the emperor finds you offensive, then it is offensive.

Push him out and chop him off!

Roland couldn't help laughing when he saw Raikkonen trembling with fear.

Raikkonen is very capable, but his personality is too erratic, so he needs to be tempered.

Fortunately, there is the sword of Damocles of slandering the royal family hanging over his head, otherwise this monkey kid would have made a big fuss.

When he was caught by special terms, he was indignant; when he caught others with special terms, he was ruthless.

After completing the intelligence collection and analysis, Roland quickly left and went to the Earl's Mansion.

Night is approaching, and joy is about to begin.

Rushing to the Earl's Mansion, Sif, who was reading at her desk, stood up happily when she saw him coming.

She motioned for Roland to sit down opposite her and asked with a smile, "What class is tonight?"

Roland put the organized intelligence on the table with a serious expression.

"Tonight is the intelligence analysis class."

Sif's eyes lit up.

She knew that it was time to close the net.

Those who hurt the Knights and hurt her will pay the price.