In the Name of the Queen

Mr. Stanley is a cheerful man.

After being pardoned, he acted quickly and handed over all Stanley Chamber of Commerce and its clear accounts to the Knights.

Two days later, he sent someone to deliver 200,000 gold coins in a carriage to Roland's mansion.

Stanley himself did not show up this time, but asked the coachman to bring a note.

He said that he had left the empire and headed overseas.

I hope we will never see each other again in the future.

Never meet again?

Seeing this sentence, Roland suddenly wanted to laugh.

With this kind of flag planted, he always felt that there would be a day to see each other again.

He wasn't worried about Stanley.

Stanley is a smart man and a businessman. Smart people don't do stupid things, and businessmen don't let their emotions dictate their actions.

They are enemies, not enemies.

If there are common interests, enemies can even be turned into friends, but blood feuds cannot be resolved.

After dealing with Stanley, next is Wharton.

This is an out-and-out idiot, and he still has a dream of stumbling upon Roland after he is released from prison.

The mouth can lie and the eyes are difficult.

He could not hide the flames of hatred.

After much thought, Roland thoughtfully prepared poison for him.

I got it from Mr. Norton. After drinking it, I died peacefully. It was just a heart attack.

The prison conditions of this era were poor, the food was poor, and prisoners died every day, so it made sense to have one more Wharton.

Roland brought the poison to the cell where Wharton was held to visit the former deputy leader.

"Wharton, your interrogation is over. If you want to eat anything tonight, just tell Bone."

Roland's tone was gentle.

Wharton's hands trembled suddenly, and he shouted excitedly: "Roland, I told you everything, how could you not keep your promise!"

"Wharton, what you said is ugly."

Roland sneered: "I'm talking about life imprisonment for the young man. The information provided by Mr. Stanley is indeed more valuable than yours. You know too little."

Wharton was dumbfounded.

According to common sense, people who know too much will get into trouble. How come Roland doesn't follow the rules?

Seeing Wharton's anger and grievance, Roland smiled and reminded:

"Wharton, don't think that I am harming you. This glass of wine is your life-saving drink. Think about it, if you insist on refusing to die, the final outcome will be life imprisonment in the bitter cold land of the north. Accidents can happen at any time in that kind of place. You won’t live long, and all your family property will be confiscated, and all benefits will be taken away.”

"If you take the initiative, everyone will be able to live a good life. Illegal income will also be confiscated, but legal income and bonuses will be there, and pensions and survivors' benefits will also be retained."

Wharton's hoarse voice sounded slowly, "Is that all?"

Roland frowned slightly and said coldly:

"Wharton, don't be shameless. How much more do you want? Think about the crimes you have committed!"

"It is the greatest mercy not to bring harm to your family. I can spare you, but Her Majesty the Queen has nothing to do with it. If I hadn't stopped you, you would have been shot to death by the Royal Guards."

Roland played the Queen card and instantly penetrated Wharton's last psychological defense.

It's not polite to say it, but it's the truth.

The emperor was so angry that he bled thousands of miles.

For someone like him who deceived the previous emperor and wanted to continue to deceive the new emperor, it would be the greatest kindness not to bring harm to his family.

He lowered his head slumped, his hands shaking violently.

Since the late emperor entrusted the knights to the three of them, his evil thoughts gradually began to arise, and he finally failed the late emperor's trust.

Three years of trying to make money finally came to nothing, but he took advantage of the pretty boy in front of him.

Wharton smiled sadly.

When he raised his head again, there was only a glass of wine left in front of him, and Roland had long disappeared.

He knew very well that this was his only option.

If he refuses to commit suicide, the punishment will be more terrible than death and will bring harm to his family.

The Queen is relieved that he is dead, and Roland has not broken his promise. He will have a decent funeral, his wife and children will enjoy survivor treatment, and everyone will be fine.

As for what he thinks, it no longer matters.

He whispered, silently saying goodbye to his family.

Sorry, Jenny, and little Kate!

Wharton coughed suddenly, his face turned rosy, and he shouted loudly: "Prisoner, prepare braised beef and wine for me, I haven't eaten meat for a long time!"

Although he wanted to live, Wharton knew that his way out was gone.

He hated Roland and couldn't hide his hatred.

But he had no choice but to curse Roland silently in his heart.

After walking out of the cell, Roland tidied up a little before leaving the Knights and taking a carriage to Belfa Street.

Wharton?

It was already in the past, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the corpses disguised as living people.

He believes that Walton will make the right choice and not embarrass everyone.

This is the best arrangement for Wharton within the legal framework.

No matter which country's law, Wharton's behavior is worthy of the death penalty.

If it weren't for the fact that he had done great service for the late emperor and shed blood for the empire, Roland wouldn't have talked so much with him. It would have been so easy to just kill him.

Walton must die, but the feelings of the knights must be considered.

It is necessary to make the knights feel fear, but not to make them share the same enemy.

Roland did not want to create a joint sitting system that would bring harm to his family. The Wharton family must be given the treatment they deserve.

Bullying orphans and widowed mothers is nothing.

Don't let the knights talk behind his back and say he is mean and ungrateful.

Roland's carriage drove straight to Alina's house.

Yesterday he received an invitation from Alina, saying that she wanted to paint his portrait.

If Alina hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about the deal.

Sif knew that he and Alina were just a pure deal, and she wouldn't care that he came to Alina.

He and Sif were passengers on the same ship.

Alina was an outsider.

Seeing Roland coming, Alina personally greeted him at the door.

What surprised Roland was that she was not wearing casual clothes or long skirts, but clothes for traveling.

She was heroic and handsome.

Roland looked at the glasses on Alina's nose and understood that she was now Captain Alina.

"Roland, long time no see."

Alina stretched out her left hand straight, palm up to make an invitation, a standard Golden Kite noble greeting.

Roland was about to return the greeting, but he suddenly found that he was wearing the Knights' uniform, and quickly changed from gentleman's greeting to knight's greeting.

He was really busy these days and forgot to change clothes when he went out.

"You look great in your knight's uniform, don't worry. I had prepared a military uniform for you today, but it seems that I don't need to bother with it."

Alina said with a smile.

"Thank you, you look very handsome today."

"Just handsome?" Alina raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You look very heroic yet feminine, like a perfect female traveler." Since compliments are free, Roland just started to compliment.

This is not bragging, Alina does have an indescribable special feeling today.

It's like the relief after unloading a heavy burden of thought.

The rosy face and the flowing eyes are just like her bright mood.

In any case, they are friends, and Roland is happy for her.