In the Name of the Queen

Alina's eyes were complicated.

Now she is at the end of her rope and has no room for bargaining.

The price Roland asks depends entirely on his conscience.

According to intelligence analysis, she had a general understanding of Roland.

Has a conscience, but not much.

According to her guess, Roland would definitely offer the most demanding price, such as forcing her to swear allegiance, or even forcing her to sacrifice her body and soul.

But Roland didn't.

He treated his friends as equals, and did not ask for exorbitant prices because his friends were in dire straits.

The price is very fair, even kind.

The uneasy mood was replaced by happiness, but the huge gap left Alina a little confused.

Looking at her empty eyes, Roland knew what she was thinking.

He smiled and reminded: "I have a friend who helped me when I was so embarrassed that I almost wanted to jump into the sea but I didn't dare to jump because the water was too cold. She didn't take the opportunity to belittle my worth, but gave me a fair price."

Roland extended his right hand to Alina.

"Even the devil walking in the world has a soft pure land in his heart. My character is better than that of the devil."

Roland's words reminded Alina of the handsome young man sitting on the railing of the pier, and her desire to recruit someone who couldn't see through his destiny.

The past is like clouds, vividly remembered.

Alina's nose was slightly sour, and her trembling right hand held Roland's hand together.

Her hands were so cold that they seemed like lifeless jade.

Roland grabbed her other hand, closed his hands, and covered Alina's cold little hand in the middle to spread warmth.

There is no charm, only warmth.

Alina, who had been hiding and frightened these days, could no longer bear it. Her stubborn strength was shattered by the tears in her eyes.

"Cry if you want, but this is the last time."

Roland reminded softly.

Negative emotions need to be vented, and it is good to cry out.

Alina nodded vigorously.

Roland is betting, betting on her father's political legacy, betting on her future, and betting that she will not breach the contract.

She has few chips and many enemies. Roland's choice is very risky.

Alina's heart became as warm as her palms. After a while, the frozen and numb brain gradually resumed operation.

"Roland, my mind is very confused right now. Please help me think about it. What should I do?"

"Don't contact your former subordinates. Maybe they were once your father or your loyal team, but from time to time, under coercion and inducement, they are likely to change."

"They are different from you. They have families and they are in Golden Kite."

It doesn't sound nice, but it's true.

A person with ties cannot be unscrupulous.

Alina's whole family is gone, and her hatred is the hottest and her fighting spirit is the strongest.

Now she is the spirit of vengeance swallowed by the flames.

"Even people who are in the same situation as you are not allowed to contact you."

As if seeing through Alina's unwillingness, Roland added coldly.

Alina was stunned, didn't protest, and nodded silently.

As a senior intelligence officer, she certainly understood what Roland meant.

Hatred is also a relationship.

The bitter meat tactic is not a rare skill, it has happened countless times in history.

"I'll listen to you."

Since her brain was in chaos, Alina simply gave up thinking completely, temporarily stored her brain, and completely obeyed Roland's arrangements.

now it's right.

Roland nodded appreciatively.

Doing what needs to be done is Alina’s strength.

Roland said in a deep voice: "First of all, let the Jin Yuan Kingdom believe that you are dead. I think you have a lot of magic dolls at home, and you should also know alchemy."

Alina nodded first and then shook her head, "I know what you mean, making fake corpses to deceive the people in power in the Kingdom of Jin Yuan. But this is unrealistic. No matter how realistic the props are, they cannot withstand careful inspection."

"A simple dissection will reveal the truth."

"Who gave them permission to dissect?"

Roland was furious and said: "The special envoy of the Jin Yuan Kingdom openly hijacked our country's senior nobles and members of the royal family, and was shot to death on the spot. I am restrained even if I don't ask them to settle the score. Who is their turn to point fingers?"

"Of course the body cannot be returned to them. It must be made into a specimen and displayed at Fort Sheffield. But before making the specimen, I will ask someone from the Jinyuan Embassy to verify the identity."

"Wouldn't that expose the secret?" Alina was a little confused.

"No, because it's you who is lying there. If you don't have skills, I know you." Roland said calmly.

"I have it. I can make alchemy puppets that look just like the real ones, and I also have medicine to temporarily fake death."

Alina's eyes flashed and she murmured in a low voice: "Roland, don't let men touch me during the physical examination."

"I know."

Roland waved to Alina to come closer and gave careful instructions in her ear.

Late at night, the light cavalry patrolling outside saw Roland walking into Count Sif's room, and they were a little at a loss.

They didn't know whether they should write this down.

Just when they were hesitating, the leading captain had already taken out a small notebook and approached the street lamp to record it.

At 22:25 in the night, Roland, the leader of the Royal Knights, entered the Earl of Tyrone's bedroom.

The squadron leader closed the book, as if nothing had happened, and growled to the cavalryman who was looking at him:

"What are you looking at? Go to work!"

As a front-line executor, don't think it's rare to have a brain, just execute the orders.

An hour later, the squadron leader took out a small notebook, looked at the big clock on the front of the City Hall building, sighed and continued to record.

Although Earl Tyrone is the shadow of the Queen, he is not the Queen after all.

If it were the Queen, he would never

The squadron leader suddenly thought of the scandal between the Queen and Roland, and his face was a little gloomy.

Damn, Her Majesty the Queen must not know what Roland, the bastard, is doing outside.

He clenched his fists and silently felt sorry for the Queen.

One day, Roland, the bastard who played both sides between the Queen and the Earl, will pay the price!

Thinking of Roland being sentenced to death by the angry Queen and dragged out to be hanged, the squadron leader's anger finally subsided a little.

Just as he was imagining the love triangle drama in his mind, a shrill scream suddenly came from the Earl's bedroom.

Then there was the sound of weapons colliding and explosions.

The squadron leader's blood almost coagulated, he hurriedly gave orders, drew his sword and rushed in.

If something happened to Count Tyrone here, he would have several heads to chop off, and even his family would be implicated.

He didn't notice when the booklet recording the information fell on the mud and was trampled to pieces.

When the guards and cavalry rushed in to support, the battle was over.

Count Tyrone and Roland looked a little embarrassed, but their clothes were well worn, and there was no sign of them suddenly getting up from the bed.

However, this was not the focus of everyone's attention. People's attention was focused on the body lying on the ground.

Jace was about to step forward to ask for instructions, but was interrupted by Sif on the spot.

"Everyone go out, let the city government, the port authority and the person in charge of the Fourth Fleet run over."

Looking at Sif's angry expression, Jace didn't dare to breathe, and quickly took the opportunity to convey the order to run away.

His mind was in a mess.

Port of Dowall was also in chaos.

The city government and the port authority officials got up from the warm quilt, and after hearing the news, they changed their clothes and rushed over in a rage.

Although the earl was noble, he didn't let them lose their composure like this.

What scares these officials is the person behind the earl.

Earl Tyrone is a close minister of Her Majesty the Queen, and his words carry a lot of weight in front of the Queen.

Although the Queen is not in power, they dare not really treat her as a puppet.

The people of the Fourth Fleet acted faster.

After all, they are professional soldiers, and they are more alert than those fat officials.

The moment the explosion sounded, the two deputy commanders of the Fourth Fleet had woken up.

Seeing the direction of the explosion, they looked solemn, quickly changed into combat uniforms, and ran towards Sif with the guards.

Sif's face was as cold as frost, and she looked coldly at Alina who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, without saying a word.

She didn't speak, and others didn't dare to speak.

Seeing the people of the Fourth Fleet coming, her "anger" reached its peak.

She summoned the two temporary leaders of the fleet to the small study for questioning.

No one knew what she said to them, and the two deputy commanders had strange expressions after leaving the study.

They lowered their heads and left quickly, without even looking at the anxious Port Authority and government officials.

These officials were even more confused.

They didn't know that Sif had conveyed exciting news to the Fourth Fleet.

"The blood of the Royal Navy will not be shed in vain, and the Queen will find out the truth."

At this point, the two deputy commanders naturally knew what Sif meant.

General Planck was a veteran of the navy, so he was selected to be the emperor's entourage.

Most of the main forces of the Fourth Fleet also followed him to sea.

In the end, none of them came back.

Others were concerned about the life and death of the emperor, but in the eyes of the Fourth Fleet, the lives of thousands of sailors accompanying him were not lives?

They were their brothers and sisters!

If the truth is not found out, the death pensions and preferential treatment of these people will be delayed for three years.

This is even worse for the already grief-stricken bereaved families.

Sif gave the two deputy commanders a reassurance.

The Queen was very sad and could fully understand the feelings of other family members.

This matter is not over yet, no one can fool around, and it must be investigated clearly.

Compared with the evasive attitude of the Navy Minister, the Queen's statement was clear and inspiring.

The two deputy commanders, who were already dissatisfied with the corrupt officials in the imperial capital, understood the situation and swore on the spot to reaffirm their loyalty to the royal family.

After watching the two deputy commanders of the Fourth Fleet leave, Sif breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to the big wardrobe behind:

"Is my acting okay?"

A soft voice came from the wardrobe, "I'll give you nine points, and I'll deduct one point because I'm afraid you'll be too proud."

Sif's lips slightly raised, and she smiled even happier.

It's obviously full marks, why are you embarrassed to say it.

"How do you act next?"

"You already have the answer and you're still asking me?" The voice of the wardrobe was a little dull.

Sif smiled and patted the wardrobe door, striding out.

There is no need for acting skills at all next, just act as you are.

Deliberate acting seems to be too much effort.

Excellent actors can always easily control the timing of entering and exiting the play.

The anxious officials of the Port Authority finally waited for the storm trial.

Sif very elegantly scolded them severely.

She didn't use a single curse word and didn't raise her voice, but the officials of the Port Authority and the city government were so embarrassed that their lips turned purple and they wanted to shoot themselves to death.

Seeing that the situation was about to get heated, Sif changed the subject and began to appease them.

"Okay, don't blame yourself. The one who attacked me was the top agent of the Golden Kite. It's normal that you didn't notice her sneaking in. After I leave, I'll leave the aftermath to you."

The port director and the mayor were a little panicked. Sif said that they were not going to stay tonight and were going to leave overnight?

Both of them were panicked and repeatedly asked Sif to stay for a few more days to give them a chance to find out the truth.

Of course Sif would not stay. She was still waiting to go back to the Golden Kite Embassy.

No matter how the mayor and the port director begged, Sif did not even look at them again.

The arrogance of the nobles of the old imperial capital was very accurate.

Looking at the deathly pale expressions of the mayor and the port director, the deputy mayor and the deputy director hurriedly lowered their heads, fearing that the smiles on their mouths would be seen.

The Queen's secret envoy was assassinated and almost died. This is a big deal.

How has the port of Dovol been infiltrated?

If it was not the secret envoy who came, but the Queen herself, could they afford this historical responsibility?

The people around them had already thought of the ending for these two unlucky guys.

These two guys have been officials in Dovol Port, a large port facing the Golden Kite Country, for many years. Although their governance ability is quite good, their bottoms are not clean, and it is a problem to investigate.

In short, they are going to be unlucky.

Thinking that the lucrative positions are going to be vacant, the officials who have the opportunity are a little eager to move.

Their brains are working fast, thinking about who to go to the imperial capital to get the position smoothly.

The mayor and the director of the port authority looked at each other, with bitterness in their eyes.

As the main responsible persons of Dovol Port, they have indeed amassed a lot of wealth, but they are by no means wastes who only take money but do not do anything.

They also contributed to the prosperity of Dovol Port today.

However, it was useless to say anything. Seeing Sif's men start to pack their luggage and prepare to go north overnight, the two people's heads almost exploded.

Just when they were at a loss and their colleagues around them were hiding as far away as possible like they were plague gods, someone they didn't expect appeared.

It turned out to be Roland, the queen's lover?

People who are officials in the big port are well-informed. They know what happened in the imperial capital very quickly.

Although they didn't like the pretty boy, they didn't dare to offend Roland, so they quickly greeted Roland.

"You two, don't you plan to write something to explain the situation to Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Ah?" X2

The mayor and the port director's brains almost burned out.

What else can they explain?

Seeing that their brains were down, Roland looked around and there was no one around, and kindly reminded them softly:

"Idiot, reflect first and then express your loyalty!"

The mayor and the port director suddenly realized.

Roland was reminding them to write a letter of loyalty to the Queen called a statement of the situation.

The two of them ran to the office quickly without any hesitation.

They had no choice.

Whether to pursue this matter depends on the Queen.

If she thinks it's okay, then it's okay. If she thinks it's okay, then it's dead.

This is their only chance.

They must take the initiative to expose their stains to have a chance to protect themselves.

The two have no way out, so they will naturally not miss this opportunity.

Is there a difference between being loyal to the Queen and being loyal to the Emperor?

If the Queen and the ministers are of one mind, there is no difference.

If not, there is a big difference.

Fortunately, Roland is the Queen's lover, so it is possible to save them.

No, this is your Majesty's private matter, it is not their turn to discuss!

Your Majesty is busy with all kinds of affairs, so it's okay to relax occasionally, it's human nature.