In the Name of the Queen

Norton had been angered by Roland too many times, and now Roland's tough attitude made him calm down.

His fingertips were trembling.

He knew that he was at a disadvantage.

Roland's need for him was far less urgent than his need for Roland.

This bastard had investigated everything before he came.

His embarrassing situation in the countryside, his daughter's scandal, and even the complete set of experimental equipment and his most proud work that he secretly hid.

With such a huge gap in intelligence, what could he use to resist?

Roland's meaning was very clear, only the imperial power could suppress the powerful ministers.

Join the royalist camp, and after regaining power, the Minister of Finance will lose power, and then he can take revenge.

A raging flame of revenge ignited in Norton's eyes.

It went out in an instant.

He was tired.

Just the day before yesterday, his unpromising daughter was still thinking about that playboy, and even wanted to give birth to the bastard in her belly to regain his favor.

Even if Shanina had been a little bit more motivated, he, as a father, would seek justice for her at the cost of his life.

But Shanina was an absolute waste.

A waste dominated by love.

He knew his daughter too well.

Since she was a waste, she should live a miserable life as a waste should.

Oak Town was the burial place of their father and daughter.

Norton shook his head exhaustedly and said softly: "Sir Roland, please go back. Norton's heart is dead. Those things are just kept as a souvenir and will never be used again."

Roland was a little surprised.

The old guy had clearly ignited the fire of revenge, how could it be extinguished?

It seems that the accuracy of Raikkonen's intelligence still needs to be improved.

Since Norton refused, Roland didn't plan to say anything more.

He stood up and was about to leave when he heard a noisy commotion outside.

What's going on?

Norton frowned slightly, picked up the shotgun, and walked out the door.

Roland felt something was wrong, and followed him, worried that he would suffer.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, before he could see what was outside, he heard Norton's heart-wrenching cry.

A thin wooden board and a torn white cloth.

When he lifted the white cloth, a young girl of about 20 years old lay quietly.

Shanina was dead.

She had made many mistakes when she was alive, and sometimes her father wanted to strangle her to death with his own hands.

But when she really died, her father's world collapsed.

Shanina's death was not peaceful, and the marks on her neck were particularly hideous.

They didn't even want to pretend to make it look like she had fallen and drowned.

Obviously, the enemies didn't care about Norton's attitude.

Just as Norton was crying, Roland alertly saw someone in the crowd holding up a pistol.

He was looking for death!

Roland drew his gun without hesitation and shot the gunman's wrist.

The surrounding villagers scattered.

Roland was very ruthless, and then he threw several more flying knives, directly hitting the other two young men who had just shown a fierce look.

He took a half step forward, stepped on the gunman's chest, and asked coldly: "Who sent you?"

The gunman struggled, making a "ho ho" sound.

Roland didn't give him a chance at all, and asked sternly: "Is it Mr. Smith?"

"Bang!"

Without waiting for the gunman to answer, Roland finished the second shot.

It didn't matter who sent the killer, but Roland needed him to be sent by the Minister of Finance.

He questioned the other two young men again, also suppressed their answers with his voice, and then killed them on the spot.

All three attackers died.

There was no evidence.

Now whoever Roland said sent them was who sent them.

Roland believed that his judgment would be 99% correct.

Anyway, these killers were not innocent.

Killing someone means paying with your life, which is reasonable.

Roland did not comfort Norton.

A man can only lick his pain alone, especially the tragedy of an old man sending a young man away.

There was no empathy for this kind of desperate pain, nor could it be resolved with such empty words as "my condolences".

But he knew Norton would go with him.

If this couldn't make Norton stand up, Roland would rather shoot him to make him suffer less.

Roland calmly reloaded his pistol and stood by and waited patiently.

Unexpectedly, Norton didn't cry for long.

There was even a sense of relief and relief on his face.

Roland looked at Norton with his peripheral vision. There was no fire in his eyes, only emptiness.

Under the emptiness, there was a trace of determination.

Just as Roland was thinking about how to wake Norton up, he slapped himself hard, then shook and propped up his body.

He almost used up all his strength to stand up, and his limbs were shaking.

A breeze blew by, almost blowing his hunched body down.

He looked at Roland and asked slowly, "Roland, did they confess just now?"

Just as he was about to say it, Roland suddenly became alert that the old man seemed to have noticed something.

He said frankly, "Sorry, they didn't say it. To avoid trouble, I took action."

Norton nodded silently and said softly, "It was the Minister of Finance who did it."

Roland: "."

Why did you rush to answer?

Norton's tone was bleak and a little sober, "If it weren't for Smithson seducing my daughter, she wouldn't have ended up like this today. The murderer is their whole family, the whole family!"

That's right.

The source of the disaster is indeed the Smith family.

If Smithson just made a mistake, the crime is the Minister of Finance himself.

Norton looked at Roland and said slowly: "Sir Roland, you are deeply favored by the Queen, and you are shameless enough. You do have the opportunity to help me get revenge."

"From now on, the remaining half of my life belongs to you."

"I promise that the Smith family will all report to hell, I swear!" Roland responded immediately.

Norton breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Roland, please give me some time, I will go with you after I deal with my daughter's funeral. It's noon now, and there's still time."

"I'll help too. I'm young and I'm sure I can dig a grave faster than you." Seeing Norton so reasonable, Roland naturally wanted to help.

But old Norton just shook his head gently.

"You can't help, wait for me outside for a while, I'll be quick."

Roland's face changed slightly, and he thought of what Norton was going to do.

The forbidden area of ​​alchemy.

Big.

He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't say a word in front of Norton's cold eyes.

Old Norton walked into the room holding his daughter's body.

Roland was on guard outside.

He observed the surroundings vigilantly.

Although the chances were slim, what if the enemy was so desperate that they had a backup plan?

We had to be on guard.

Roland waited patiently.

From noon to afternoon, until night.

Late at night, the stars mischievously shone in Roland's eyes, but the fog was too heavy for Roland to see.

This wait lasted a day and a night.

It was not until the next morning, when Roland was a little hungry, that the door slowly opened.

Norton's tired face smiled a little more.

A beautiful girl stood beside him.

Half of the girl's body was flesh, and the other half was made of mithril.

As his eyes gradually moved downward, Roland was surprised to find that there was a thick metal shell between the girl's legs.

"It has been transformed into a power core. My daughter will never be deceived by a man with sweet words in the future."

"Nana, say hello to Mr. Roland."

Old Norton put his arm around his daughter's shoulders, and his kind eyes fell on his daughter's fair face.

Just like holding her and looking at her when she was born.