In the Name of the Queen

When the fruits of industrial civilization had not yet benefited thousands of households, few people liked the long and cold winter.

The winter in Sussex was not too cold, but it was extremely humid.

The fog that permeated the entire winter made many people give up the idea of ​​going out.

At noon, the carriage left the Earl's Mansion and drove towards the Royal Knights' Station.

In the carriage, Roland and the fully armed White Rose Knight sat face to face in silence.

Three sets of action plans have been formulated, and they can deal with any situation.

With clear and transparent intelligence and carefully designed hunting traps, they really don't need to discuss it anymore.

The White Rose Knight's face armor was placed at hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was as calm as water, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Roland was not nervous.

But he could understand Sif, who was facing a great enemy.

If the guess was right, Wharton would definitely ask for an honor duel after the matter was exposed.

Of course they could refuse.

But this was an excellent opportunity to establish their prestige, how could they miss it.

Roland could certainly win, but it violated the rules of knight duels. Using smoke bombs, flying knives and other weapons in front of the Knights would not establish prestige.

Although the knights must master these high-end combat skills in the future, it is not now.

It was Sif who fought for Roland.

She would defeat Walton in the most orthodox knight duel.

Five hundred meters outside the Knights' station, the carriage slowly stopped.

Waiting on the roadside were the private soldiers of Earl Tyrone under the royal flag.

They were wearing light armor, equipped with muskets and bayonets, and were standard modern infantry.

After forming a battle array, they were the nemesis of cavalry.

Even if the Knights were really incited by Walton, this elite infantry was enough to suppress them.

If you don't want to lose, be prepared to win.

So they came.

With them came officials from the Academy of Heraldry and senior inspectors.

They came at the invitation to be a witness.

In addition, there was also Raikkonen, who was about to become a silver knight.

This kid is indeed a talent. Facing such a tense situation, he is still laughing.

After everyone gathered, the team moved towards the Knights' residence.

The old man guarding the gate was yawning out of boredom. Suddenly seeing such a big battle, he stayed where he was for a while, at a loss.

He had never seen such a well-organized team before, but when he saw the flag decorated with white rose patterns, he immediately understood that this was the royal army.

The new emperor sent someone to see them!

The old guard suddenly remembered the instructor's scolding when he was an apprentice knight, and his originally hunched waist instantly straightened.

He saluted Roland and others with a slightly unfamiliar knight's salute, and asked loudly about their purpose.

Roland nodded slightly, stepped forward to return the salute, and said in a deep voice: "Count Sif is here to visit you on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor."

The old knight was trembling with excitement.

Really here!

He knew that His Majesty the Emperor had not forgotten them.

The team slowly entered the camp. The children playing by the pine forest recognized Roland, but did not recognize Sif wearing a face mask.

They did not dare to make a noise, and stood obediently by the road, looking around curiously.

After confirming that Sister Sif did not come, the expectations in the children's eyes gradually cooled down.

They knew that something was going to happen today, so they did not dare to go forward.

Last night, the fathers of the children who were on "external training" missions all returned to the camp. The family reunited but was a little nervous.

Walton was a little surprised to see the team moving towards the training ground from the watchtower.

Aren't they listening to the report in the general office building?

Roland, the head of the group, is really good at putting on a show.

Walton, who had already recognized Roland's nature as a pretty boy, did not think much about it. He walked down the watchtower, rode the horse brought by Mike, put on light armor, climbed on the horse, and prepared to meet up at the training ground.

Before setting off, he was more cautious and asked in a low voice: "Mike, have you done everything you were asked to do? Have you warned these bastards?"

"Boss, you can trust me to do it! I reminded them one by one, and the letters of allegiance they signed are still here."

After hearing the letter of allegiance, Wharton breathed a sigh of relief, raised his whip, and galloped away.

After the late emperor completely let the Knights go, the leader and the two deputy leaders reached a consensus to gradually turn the Knights into private property.

Since His Majesty did not want it, it would be impolite for them not to take it.

The three formed an interest group, swore a blood oath to protect each other, and formed in-laws with their children.

Although the late emperor gave up the Knights, the salary was still paid on time.

Although it was discounted, the knights did not have to engage in heavy military training, and their treatment did not decrease too much. It stands to reason that there would not be too much dissatisfaction.

The three of them began to deduct salaries and falsely claim military pay, which gradually reduced the treatment of the knights.

Because of their poor performance on the battlefield, the knights now have no fiefs and cannot engage in other legitimate occupations. They are locked in the Knights and eventually become slaves at their mercy.

To prevent the knights from retaliating, the three gradually forced the middle-level knights to write letters of loyalty, and then they controlled the lower-level knights.

The Royal Knights became a private company controlled by three people.

Although the leader went to sea and disappeared, the situation did not change.

With the letter of loyalty, Wharton was not afraid of the knights' retaliation.

The gold and silver knights dared not resist because they had a handle, and the lower-level knights had no say and could only obey.

Such a solid network of interests, how could Roland, a pretty boy, shake it?

Wharton rode to the training ground.

At this time, hundreds of knights and hundreds of royal private soldiers were already in place.

The knights wore clean uniforms that were usually kept in the bottom of the box, stood in a line with expressionless faces, and their eyes were lifeless.

Looking at the empty eyes of these knights, Roland, who was standing on the rostrum, felt pity in his heart.

Power hates a vacuum.

When the late Emperor Edward gave up the management of the Knights, naturally someone reached out to him.

He just didn't expect these knights to be treated so badly.

This is good.

The worse Wharton and Stanley treated them, the stronger the knights' fighting will was after they saw the light again.

Only after being oppressed can you know the beauty of freedom.

In Roland's eyes, they are not knights who have lost their souls, but warriors of revenge.

All they need is a ray of dawn in the darkness.

Roland glanced at Sif's profile, the mask was very tight, and her face could not be seen clearly.

But her hand armor was trembling slightly.

She was angry.

Roland shrugged, thinking of the tragic fate that Wharton was about to face.

Sif didn't understand politics very well, but she was definitely not a vase, because she was a White Rose Knight.

When white roses bloom, their petals are always stained red.

With the blood of the enemy.

Walton rode a tall horse into the training ground, circling the field in a show of skill, then dismounted in front of the high platform where Roland stood, and stood still gracefully.

He looked up at Roland, stood at attention and saluted.

"Captain, I have done everything you asked me to do!"

Roland nodded, took out the letter of accusation that he had prepared long ago, and held it high.

"Walton, someone reported that you have committed five major crimes, including deceiving the emperor, withholding wages, embezzling military funds, forming a clique for personal gain, and oppressing subordinates. The evidence is overwhelming, but you still refuse to plead guilty!"