In the Name of the Queen

"The Imperial Inspector" is a masterpiece by the famous satirist Gogol.

This work is like a mirror, reflecting the ugly original form of the dignitaries of the society at that time, thus exposing the darkness, corruption and absurd reaction of the serfdom society.

The Vladimir Empire in this world is very similar to a certain serfdom empire.

The same militarism, the same darkness and corruption, the same empress in power.

Compared with the Vladimir Empire, Sussex is definitely clean and upright.

Smiles will not appear out of thin air, nor will they disappear out of thin air, they will only transfer from one person to another.

Seeing that the Ruriks are living a more painful life, the Sussex people will laugh happily.

They may not dare to curse the greedy officials of their own country in person, but they still have the courage to curse the Rurik officials.

And they will curse very fiercely.

They will also think of the greedy tax collectors, arrogant sheriffs and vulgar and incompetent cabinet ministers in their own country.

They are not cursing Rurik, but Sussex.

This is a legal way for them to vent their anger.

If it weren't so taboo to open champagne before the game, Roland would have opened it now.

He still had things to do.

He also had to write a perfect ending for the Elf Queen, so that the audience could immerse themselves in the expectation of beauty.

And localize "The Imperial Envoy" as soon as possible.

Let the satire be more fierce.

Finley invited Rurik actors to perform at the Sussex ceremony, but Roland asked his countrymen to satirize foreign absurdities, and the difference was obvious.

Roland hummed a song and returned to the Knights.

After returning from the Magic Association, he knew a lot of secrets and could feel the urgency of the approaching return day.

The progress he longed for was not a change in position, but a breakthrough in strength.

He was already the head of the Knights, and the next step would be a general or a cabinet minister.

He was still young, so these things could be done without rushing.

The journey to the Magic Association also opened the door to a new world for him.

Compared with the vastness of the extraordinary world, he looked down on secular power.

Although the enjoyment brought by power was good, it was a country of sand by the sea.

When the tide comes, the exquisite Sand Kingdom will disappear.

The ninth-level extraordinary people are well prepared and fully equipped to fight against dozens of ordinary soldiers.

Elite warriors can do this, and even do better.

The eighth-level extraordinary people can resist more conventional means of damage, can defeat well-trained infantry companies head-on, and can even give early warning to avoid flying shells.

Elite warriors at the King of Soldiers level are about this level.

But they are still ordinary people.

The seventh-level is different, that is a qualitative change.

Sophia, the peak of the seventh-level, is rumored to be able to freeze rivers several kilometers wide, freeze several infantry phalanxes, and rush into the formation alone to kill enemy generals.

The comprehensive national strength of Sussex is stronger than that of the Vladimir Empire, but no one can save Sif under Sophia's full-strength attack.

As long as Sophia is willing to pay some price, she can kill whoever she wants.

Roland doesn't know the strength of the other seventh-level powerhouses, but he can probably guess it.

In front of these powerhouses, secular power is useful, but not much.

This is only the seventh rank. The sixth return day is coming, and more strong people will join the battlefield. In their eyes, ordinary people are probably the same as ants.

Roland doesn't want to be an ant, and doesn't want to be harvested in the aftermath of the battle between the strong.

He wants to improve.

This Glorious Day Celebration is his opportunity, and also Finley's opportunity.

He has a hunch that the performance will not go smoothly.

This is a life-and-death struggle. There will not only be performances on the stage, but also undercurrents.

He must be prepared.

When Roland walked back to the office, he happened to meet Norton who was waiting at the door.

"Mr. Norton, how long have you been waiting?"

Roland's respect for this big man who mastered taboo technology was from the heart.

Norton looked at Roland, slightly hesitant, but still gritted his teeth and said: "Captain, I need a research fund."

Roland opened the door of the office and motioned Norton to come in and sit down and talk.

He personally poured Norton some tea and brought it to him. "Mr. Norton, the team is very short of money right now, and the training equipment is being used sparingly. You should know this."

"I know that alchemy research requires money, but everything has to be prioritized. Mr. Norton, please wait patiently for a few months, and the large laboratory you want will definitely be there."

"Captain, I can't wait!"

Norton's old face flushed, and his voice was a little excited. "Captain, the sooner you invest in alchemy research, the more effective it will be. You don't understand the technology at all."

Roland: "."

He really doesn't understand alchemy, but he has always respected technicians.

However, respect is respect, and confidentiality is confidentiality. Things like going to sea cannot be leaked.

Just when he was hesitating how to tactfully let Norton dispel his attention, he saw the pain in Norton's eyes.

Roland understood.

The pain of losing his daughter tortured Norton all the time, and he had to numb himself with busy work.

Roland asked softly, "Mr. Norton, if I invest in you, what will you do?"

"Captain, I originally have some private collections. Based on this, I can build a portable laboratory. Through space technology, the entire laboratory can be hidden in a carriage. It can be moved at any time if necessary."

Norton explained calmly.

Roland's eyes lit up.

You should have said this earlier!

He coughed lightly and said slowly: "Mr. Norton, I have always respected technology. Tell me, how much capital do you need?"

"Fifty thousand pounds." Norton said calmly.

Roland was almost shocked by this number.

The total funds he currently has in hand are only 300,000, all of which were obtained from Stanley and Sif's personal money.

This is the operating fund of the entire team, and he cannot spend it randomly.

Fifty thousand is not a small amount.

He asked in a deep voice: "How much return can there be?"

"A small laboratory with all basic functions that can be moved at any time, and a steel warrior who is brave and fearless on the battlefield."

Roland looked at more and more metal parts on Mr. Norton's body and said in a deep voice:

"I'll give you the money, but I only want the laboratory and I don't need you to be an Iron Warrior."

"Roland!" Norton raised his voice in protest.

But Roland ignored his protest and said coldly: "Mr. Norton, I will only say this once. What I value is your brain and wisdom, not your muscles and steel."

"As long as the money is available, there will be as many cannon fodders willing to go to the battlefield, but it won't be you."

"No one can replace your wisdom."

Norton was startled, his bloodshot eyes flashing with water, and his voice gradually became choked with sobs.

"But I want to avenge my daughter with my own hands."

"The enemy we face is very powerful, and I need your wisdom even more. Knowledge is power, you must understand this truth."

Roland stood up and said softly: "Mr. Norton, the technology to transform the Iron Warriors is very good, but please do not use yourself as a test subject. The funds will be available tomorrow, and I look forward to your results."

Norton stood up suddenly and wanted to say something, but he was too clumsy to say anything. He could only bow to Roland vigorously.

Half of his body creaked.

The leader knows technology.

He was very sure.