In the Name of the Queen

"My position is very firm, but the word royalist has been stigmatized."

Roland knows how to solve this problem.

He looked at Rupert calmly, his voice gentle but firm.

"Loyalty is the basic professional ethics of officials. They have also knelt on one knee to swear to God, but they are doing shameful things behind the scenes."

"Because they are afraid, they will stigmatize loyalty and use the slanderous word royalist to slander loyal people!"

Roland said this passionately and without any shame.

He really doesn't need to be ashamed.

Although he also works for his own interests, he is not a vassal of the Queen and has not sworn allegiance.

He has a clear conscience.

Just looking at Roland's righteous face of a loyal minister, almost everyone will be moved.

But Rupert is an exception.

He has an intelligence network, which is much stronger than the intelligence network of the military intelligence agency.

So he knows Roland.

In his mind, Roland's original score was only a few points higher than those treacherous ministers, but looking at Roland's clear eyes at this moment, he was a little unsure.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.

Roland is indeed a loyal minister and a die-hard royalist, but he is also seeking personal gain.

This is not a conflict.

It is better to seek personal gain around the queen than to think about how to seize the queen's power for personal gain all day long.

Rupert smiled with relief.

He also has to maintain the interests of his family, which does not prevent him from being the number one loyal minister of the empire.

He showed an understanding look and said with a smile:

"Roland, what you said makes sense. Being loyal to Her Majesty is being loyal to the country, and it is natural to fulfill the oath, but some traitors stigmatize upright behavior, and their hearts are worthy of death."

"It seems that The Sun will have to revise its review standards in the future."

Roland just smiled and did not respond.

Some words do not need to be responded to, and some words cannot be responded to.

Although he knew that Rupert was a staunch royalist, Roland didn't know his purpose, so he didn't speak rashly.

He picked up the teacup and used the action of drinking tea to delay time.

As long as he waited a moment, the salon would start, and Rupert had no reason to keep him.

Rupert was not surprised to see that Roland, the little fox, was as still as a mountain.

His intelligence was very accurate and he had expected it.

If the mountain doesn't come to him, he can certainly take the initiative to climb it.

"Roland, I heard that your appointment as the Royal Knights has gone through the process of the Heraldry Academy, and His Majesty should announce it tonight. Congratulations."

"Thank you, this is not an easy job." Roland said calmly.

This is not his bragging. There are not many people who dare to take over the mess of the Knights.

Rupert stopped smiling and said seriously:

"Roland, it's not easy to rebuild the Knights. If you need help with funds and personnel, you can come to me. Although I'm not the boss of the family for the time being, I can still have a say in this matter."

It was indeed an attractive condition, but Roland refused without hesitation.

The army in the feudal era had a significant characteristic: whoever paid the salary was the one who served.

It was a bit rude to want to maintain an independent personality with the funds of the Plantagenet family.

He refused tactfully and firmly: "Mr. Rupert, thank you for your kindness, but since I am the head of the Knights, I have to show my ability to be loyal to Her Majesty the Queen."

"You don't think I got to the top by nepotism, do you?"

Roland took the initiative to say the unpleasant words and blocked Rupert's mouth.

Even if Rupert really thought so, he couldn't hint at him.

Rupert was a little surprised that Roland refused so firmly.

He quickly put on a professional and polite smile and said calmly: "Captain Roland is indeed an ambitious person. I am presumptuous. But my position will not change. You can always find me if you have any difficulties."

"It's almost time. It's time to enter the field."

This sentence is not an order to expel guests, but it has a similar effect.

Obviously, Roland's answer exceeded Rupert's expectations, which made him a little unhappy.

Perhaps in his expectation, Roland's bottom line was flexible enough to trade the rope to hang himself, and Rupert was somewhat disappointed by the misjudgment.

In any case, this was a harmonious but fruitless conversation.

Looking at Mr. Rupert's slowly starting carriage, he sighed in his heart.

Although they are all hardcore royalists, the emperors they want to protect are different.

Sylph and Sylph are two people after all.

It is normal for the royalists to have factional disputes.

Roland even read the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty and was almost fainted on the spot.

Compared with that period of history, this is nothing.

There are no factions in the party, and there are all kinds of strange things. There are factions within the royalist party, and the rebels are not monolithic.

Mr. Rupert underestimated him after all.

He does have a flexible bottom line, but there are some things he won't sell.

Roland kept smiling, returned to the carriage, and signaled the driver to drive.

The salon would start in ten minutes, and he should go in.

The carriage started, and Lisa, who had been waiting silently, suddenly asked softly: "Roland, what did you talk about with Mr. Rupert? He didn't seem very happy."

"Nothing, just discussing the next draft."

He was halfway through his words when Lisa's slender fingers pressed on his lips, and he couldn't continue.

"Roland, I'm not stupid."

Lisa lowered her head slightly and said quietly: "I know that the people you are in contact with now are different from before. In the past, you could only contact your friends in the slums, your colleagues at work, and the guests coming and going."

"Now the people who are chatting and laughing with you are the countess, the foreign envoy, the cabinet minister, and even Her Majesty the Queen."

Lisa sighed softly, but the corners of her mouth raised a beautiful arc, "Roland, I am really happy for you that you can enter the upper-class circle, but a thick barrier has gradually formed between us."

"In the past half month, you have told more lies than in the previous ten years."

"I don't like this."

The fingers left his lips, and Roland fell silent.

The moment the soft touch left, his heart trembled.

Perhaps because she felt the atmosphere was a bit depressing, Lisa laughed, "Roland, maybe I can't understand, but I will definitely support you. So, please stop lying, okay?"

"Sister, everyone has secrets, there are some things I can't say, but I won't lie anymore."

Roland put his right hand on his chest and said seriously: "I don't like oaths, this is a promise."

Looking at Roland's eyes as bright as night stars, Lisa tilted her head slightly and nodded.

"Thank you."

The voice was very soft, completely unlike her free and easy personality.

Say the words just now have exhausted her courage.

She was really afraid that Roland would respond with indifference or even more lies.

People always change, especially after a dramatic change in status and position.

Luckily, Roland didn't.

Whether she was grateful for Roland's promise or Roland's original intention, only she knew.

In short, she was very happy.

This dinner made her tremble, and even a glance at the bright lights of Sheffield Castle made her palms full of sweat.

But she is not afraid now.

She has a knight who will never cheat on her or abandon her.

Lisa put on her pink lace gloves and smiled as she placed her hand on Roland's outstretched palm.

Now, they are going to challenge the cave full of unknown monsters.