In the Name of the Queen

A senior paparazzi reporter for The Sun, specializing in infiltration investigation, intelligence analysis, and candid photography.

His hand-to-hand combat ability is not very strong, but his body skills are slippery, he can climb over walls and rooms as if on the ground, and he can skillfully use various alchemy tools.

His tactics are flexible and he doesn't stick to the rules. He can run away but never be confrontational.

Can this guy be a knight?

Normal people would say no.

But Roland thought it was okay, and even thought he could be a Golden Knight.

In the Troyes office, Roland was comforting the general manager who was about to have a heart attack while talking to Raikkonen.

As the conversation deepened, Roland was convinced that he had found a treasure.

Raikkonen is no ordinary paparazzi, he is a professional.

He seemed to be born to do intelligence work.

The reason why he was beaten was simple. This kid had been staring at Duke Riken's daughter recently.

He is not Charlotte, and he has never thought about eating swan meat. Instead, he secretly filmed the late-night private meeting between the ugly goose and another toad and submitted it for publication.

He brought hot news and sales to The Sun, but annoyed Duke Rickon.

After dealing with the damn toad, Duke Riken turned his head and prepared to deal with the paparazzi.

Duke Riken certainly doesn't have the courage to compete with the Plantagenet family, but he certainly does have the courage to deal with a certain paparazzi reporter.

That's why Raikkonen was chased and beaten.

He talked about it nonchalantly, even a little excited.

Seeing his naughty look, Troyes felt a mouthful of blood coming to his mouth again.

He gritted his teeth and demanded that his son immediately end his career as a reporter and join the Knights.

Raikkonen was not interested in the Knights, but when he heard that the leader was Roland, he looked at Roland with a smile and teased:

"Is this the Roland who had an affair with Her Majesty the Queen?"

Troyes' lips trembled with anger.

He slapped it on without hesitation.

Raikkonen didn't dare to hide, so he received a solid slap, stuck out his tongue, smiled innocently and stood beside him with his hands down.

He also knew that something was missing.

Seeing his sly eyes after being beaten, Lisa, who came to stand next to Roland after hearing the news, couldn't help but want to laugh, but after laughing, she couldn't help but want to deal with him too.

Some people are born to be scouts, such as Raikkonen.

Roland thinks that he can draw smoke bombs very quickly, but this kid is not inferior to him at all.

Faced with Raikkonen's gossip, Roland corrected him seriously:

"Raikkonen, remember, Her Majesty the Queen is innocent."

"Of course I know."

Raikkonen woke up after being slapped hard by his father. He became much more honest and said obediently:

"Those who have wronged you know best how wronged you are. I wrote that article, so I know it is false."

Roland: "."

Okay, it turns out to be a guy!

Seeing that something was wrong with Roland's face, Troyes jumped up like a tiger, kicked Raikkonen over, and beat him to the ground.

Raikkonen didn't dare to resist. He held his head hard and was beaten on the ground until he was spinning like a top.

Roland carefully observed his movements and found that this guy looked badly beaten, but in fact he didn't even have any skin injuries.

His eyes lit up and he reminded with a smile:

"Monsieur Troyes, stop fighting."

Seeing Troyes stop, he smiled and teased: "If you continue to fight for a while, you will be tired."

Troyes accompanied Smiley and pulled Raikkonen over to apologize.

Seeing the obedient appearance of the father and son, Roland thought to himself that although it was just a show, he had already accomplished this and it was hard for him to pursue the matter further.

Strictly speaking, Raikkonen did not write the story of his country, but someone interpreted it maliciously.

When educated people curse, naturally they don't use any curse words.

Roland stared at the young paparazzi and said nothing.

Under his gaze, Raikkonen's originally nonchalant expression became a little unnatural.

It was like a frog being stared at from behind by a venomous snake. It clearly saw nothing, but there was a chill behind it.

Just when Raikkonen was feeling frightened, Roland spoke slowly:

"Raikkonen, you should know that what happened will always leave traces. Do you think Her Majesty the Queen can't find it? The Imperial Intelligence Department is not the only military intelligence agency." "

"A snake passes through the grass and leaves no traces, but the snake has weight and will always leave a thin line."

Raikkonen felt a little guilty and did not dare to look at Roland, but the young man's competitive spirit still made him whisper hard:

"I know I was wrong. But what I wrote was not a contemporary story, and I didn't name anyone. It's not illegal. Even if I knew it, so what."

Roland smiled and asked: "Have you heard of the special provisions of the Imperial Power Law?"

"No, no."

"As long as His Majesty the Emperor thinks that someone is offending him, he can execute the offender." Roland explained calmly.

Raikkonen raised his head in shock and shouted unconvinced.

"Then His Majesty the Emperor can kill whoever he wants. Is there any royal law in this?"

"Of course there is. The king's law is the law that protects the emperor." Roland poured cold water on the hot-blooded young man.

Seeing that Raikkonen's eyes were a little confused, Roland took the opportunity to add another shot.

"Raikkonen. I don't have to report you, but the Queen will investigate the matter thoroughly after taking power. Let me remind you again that the Plantagenet family is loyal to the royal family. Have you thought about the consequences of publishing such an article in The Sun? "

"Even if you don't care, you still have a family. Your Majesty can deal with you without this crime, but it's easy to cause trouble for your father."

Roland's eyes with implicit warning slowly glanced at Troyes and Raikkonen.

Troyes could give Roland a highly valuable book. How clean could it be?

His words seemed to hit Troyes and Raikkonen in the heart.

Seeing the father and son's pale faces, Roland snorted and said coldly:

"This incident has already happened, and it is meaningless to continue to blame. What you need to do is not to escape or quibble, but to atone for your sins."

"How, how to atone for your sins?" Troyes asked tremblingly.

"Serve your majesty sincerely."

Troys kicked his son hard, pressed his head and knelt on one knee in front of Roland.

Raikkonen's unruly eyes also wilted.

Roland's interpretation of the law was his blind spot, and he panicked.

He quickly expressed his loyalty.

Looking at his panicked eyes, Roland nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Do you know Stanley Chamber of Commerce?"

"I know, I went to the Chamber of Commerce for an undercover visit last month and wrote a special report, but the editor-in-chief didn't let it be published."

Roland looked at Raikkonen in surprise.

Good boy, this surprise is one wave after another.

He glared at Raikkonen unhappily and mocked:

"If you have investigated, you should know why it cannot be published. Organize the information of Stanley Chamber of Commerce and report to me tomorrow!"

Roland did not ask Raikkonen whether he wanted to join the Knights, but gave the order directly.

He knew very well that Raikkonen could not refuse, let alone refuse.

Leaving the general manager's office, Roland and Lisa went home together.

After walking side by side for a long time, Lisa frowned slightly and could not help but remind:

"Roland, I feel something is wrong. Troyes must know what his son did, and Raikkonen was definitely not a slip of the tongue."

"Then what?"

Lisa said angrily: "I don't care what the queen does, I won't allow them to slander your reputation like this!"

Roland smiled and shook his head, pointing his finger at the gray sky.

"What color is that?"

"Disgusting gray." Lisa frowned.

Roland's eyes drifted to the invisible distance, and he said leisurely: "Sister, this world is not only colorful, but also gray."