In the Name of the Queen

Under Roland's coercion and inducement, the Knights reached an initial unity of thought, and the next step was to gradually improve their equipment and tactics.

While the interrogation continues, large sums of money have been seized from Wharton and Stanley.

With money in hand, Roland decided to go out and purchase it himself.

Between a buyer's professional ethics and believing in himself, Roland chose to believe in himself.

Now that you have money, what should you buy first?

Between muskets and alchemical weapons, he chose alchemy.

Because alchemy has an immediate effect on improving combat effectiveness.

Musket training takes time and is not well suited to knights.

The Knights of the White Rose are all regular knights with outstanding equestrian skills and good fighting skills. Being a musketeer is somewhat of an underachievement.

Recruiting a group of brave but poor farmers from the countryside can also serve as line infantry. Using knights who have received formal training for more than ten years to play with people and line up to shoot them is a waste of resources.

The commander who made such a decision should be dragged out and shot.

In Roland's view, the Cavaliers' biggest advantages are still their mobility and organization.

As long as they master a variety of combat methods, they can immediately improve their combat effectiveness.

The more than two hundred members of the Knights, excluding a few old men who resist change, are the backbone of the future overseas legions.

Roland would rather expand an army with them as the core, and he would feel bad if he lost one of them.

It's more of an officer training corps than a knighthood.

Musketry training is time-consuming, noisy, and slow to produce results. Roland does not intend to waste time and financial resources on this before going to sea.

Alchemical weapons are different.

This stuff is easy to use and works great.

The knight approached the enemy from behind at super high speed, and then threw out an overwhelming barrage of explosive bombs and smoke bombs. The scene was really brutal.

In addition to alchemy, Roland also plans to teach them how to use flying knives.

Compared with muskets, cold weapons like throwing knives are easier for traditional knights to accept.

Roland knew that they were still resisting in their hearts, so he didn't plan on maxing out the intensity from the beginning.

As long as you are willing to try, you can take your time with either throwing knives or muskets.

But alchemy is not good, this must be mastered immediately.

Alchemy weapons can be called the individual grenades of this era, and they are also multi-functional grenades.

In addition to weapons, he also plans to purchase a batch of magic equipment from the Magic Association.

It doesn't have to be expensive, just enough to provide some protection against bows, arrows and muskets.

Magic is different from alchemy. This thing requires a lot of talent.

If you can't get started at the age of fifteen, you are basically hopeless for life.

Magic is an industry with strict barriers and strict hierarchies.

Although there have been magic apprentices in history who mastered the heaven-destroying forbidden curse, in most cases the magician level represents strength.

The basis of alchemy is magic, and it also processes magic props, but the threshold is much lower.

The Magic Association was the last stop, and now he was going to the alchemy workshop.

When I rushed to the "Little Pudding" alchemy workshop that I frequented, I found an eye-catching note on the door.

"The boss has made enough money to go back to his hometown and marry a wife. The store is being transferred. For business cooperation, please move to the Baker Street Alchemy Workshop."

Wait, why have you earned enough?

Thinking of this small but reasonably priced alchemy workshop, Roland was a little reluctant to leave.

Is it rare to encounter a shop that operates with integrity in this time and space, and end up making enough money to go home?

Although it is a bit regretful, the purchase must continue.

If it were a month ago, Roland would never have gone to the Baker Street Alchemy Workshop.

There is a troubled woman there.

Although he had never met him once, his sister recommended him at least three times.

She is the girl whose sister said she has fleshy legs and a big butt and is definitely fertile.

Roland was quite resistant to blind dates or anything like that.

Fortunately, a prosperous life cured my sister's illness.

Ever since Roland got the essay prize, Sister Lisa seemed to have forgotten that there was such a person in the world and kept silent about it.

Seeing the advertisement on the small note at the door, Roland's curiosity was piqued.

My sister is a pragmatic person. She would definitely not introduce a girl that Roland couldn't reach at that time, nor would she introduce her casually.

If a bit of family affection filter were added, Miss Elizabeth's conditions would probably be better than what he was at that time.

Of course, he was there to purchase military supplies for the Knights, and he was just there to gossip and stuff.

The Baker Street Alchemy Workshop is not on Baker Street, but on Rock Street.

It's not that the Alchemy Workshop was moved, it was just that the administrative zoning adjustment turned Baker Street into Rock Street.

Neighboring residents didn't buy it, and they still called themselves Baker Street lads.

This kind of baseless and indiscriminate name change has no meaning except causing trouble for the post office to deliver mail.

Roland also heard colleagues at the post office complain about it more than once.

With great curiosity, Roland walked into Baker Street called Rock Street.

This is a clean and tidy street, much cleaner than the slums where Roland once lived, but much worse than Belfa Street, a high-end residential area.

There are many shops of various kinds on both sides of the street.

Most of the people walking on the street are neatly dressed.

Some men have nimble legs and feet, but they still carry a civilized stick. Some ladies dress seductively and try hard to maintain what they think is elegance, but they lose a lot of points due to the smell of inferior perfume that hits their faces.

Roland looked at these guys trying to pretend to be classy, ​​and suddenly thought of a word.

Petty bourgeoisie.

This word is very appropriate to describe them.

Roland wore ordinary casual clothes and walked casually on the street.

He knew very well that true nobles were ingrained in their bones, and that kind of indescribable outstanding temperament could not be cultivated without three generations.

These people were far behind.

He quickened his pace and found the alchemy workshop.

Pushing open the door, the sharp-eyed clerk came up and greeted him warmly.

"Sir, please come in. Are you here to buy finished products or custom props?"

The clerk's enthusiasm made Roland a little uncomfortable. He took a half step back without making a sound and asked casually:

"I want to take a look first. My sister has a friend named Elizabeth. Can I ask her to introduce me?"

"Your sister is..."

"Lisa of the Imperial Post Office." Roland said casually.

"Since you are Miss Lisa's brother, please come up." A hoarse voice came from upstairs.

Since the alchemist had spoken, the clerk naturally did not dare to neglect it and led Roland to the stairs and let him go up by himself.

The second floor was the alchemist's area, and strangers were not allowed to go up casually.

The clerk was a little curious, what was the origin of this young man?

Roland soon met Miss Elizabeth.

His curiosity was fully satisfied.

To be fair, Elizabeth's conditions were indeed good. As an alchemist with a formal license, although her appearance was not as good as Lisa's, she was also a beauty among ordinary people.

Her figure was plump, but a little too plump.

Her skin was fair, but a little unhealthy.

Roland silently complained. His guess was right. Alchemists who deal with various heavy metals all year round have a lot of health problems.

Miss Elizabeth's beauty was like a mirage, which disappeared in an instant.

It was not that Lisa cheated him, but that her sister did not understand alchemy at all.

In her eyes, female alchemists are fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, and good people. Of course, they are a good match for her brother.

Looking at Roland's handsome appearance, Elizabeth suddenly remembered that Miss Lisa once wanted to introduce her to her brother. It must be this person, right?

He is handsome, but he doesn't look special.

Being handsome cannot be eaten, just like beauty cannot be maintained forever.

She couldn't hold a handsome boy like this.

Elizabeth knew Roland was not her type after just one look.

The feather pen in her hand fell gently on the table.

"You are here to..."

"Buy things, here is the list."

Roland said quickly: "For your sister's sake, can you give me a discount?"

"Well, let me see."

Elizabeth took the list and looked at it for a few times, and said with a smile: "Your purchase volume is so large, do you really only need a little discount?"

Roland instantly understood that this guy was asking him if he wanted a kickback.

"Yes, I'll give you a discount."

"I can give you a 10% discount on friendship." Elizabeth handed the price list to Roland.

Roland stood up directly, picked up the purchase list and walked out.

10% off? That's it?

What friendship price, it's clearly a price for familiarity!

Sister, sister, how can you be fooled by a girl's beautiful appearance and introduce such a girl to her?

Fortunately, they have never met.

Roland quickly left the alchemy workshop to find the next workshop.

The marketing method of Baker Street Workshop is a bit outrageous.

The price of their products is 30% higher than that of the previous "Little Pudding" Workshop. On this basis, they only offer a 10% discount, which is still more expensive than the original price.

What a rip-off!

If you don't sell, there are plenty of people who will sell. Why are you so proud!

Seeing Roland leave without saying a word, Elizabeth stamped her feet in anger.

You don't want to buy, right? The workshops on this street all have this price. You can buy it or not.

If you don't buy, there are plenty of people who will buy. Why are you so proud!