In the Name of the Queen

Wald couldn't understand Roland and Sylph, and neither could Alben.

In fact, he had been drinking alone with his head down, and those who wanted to clink glasses with him were discouraged by his bloodshot eyes.

He had been in a bad mood these days.

He was angry at the Queen.

He always felt a sense of resentment of being played by a bad woman.

He was the Minister of Justice and Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, and he ranked fourth in the cabinet.

He had a deep foundation in the legal community of the empire, and his status was high and unshakable.

The emperor had the power to replace some cabinet members, but he could not abuse it.

Sylph had not ascended the throne, and if she used her power forcibly, Alben might be forced to resign, but she would also be impeached and removed from office.

Sylph had the ability to trade one for one with him, but she would also be backfired.

This was the balance between the imperial power and the prime minister's power.

No matter how you looked at it, the power and influence he possessed exceeded that of the empress who was like a naive and innocent person who was sidelined.

The imperial power is indeed supreme, but if there is no power to support it, it is just an empty promise that the government will not issue orders to Sheffield Castle.

When Sylph came to him for something, he just thought about it and decided to help with all his strength.

The reason is very simple. With his help, Sylph's possibility of taking back the imperial power will increase greatly. With the merit of supporting the throne in hand, Wald is old and weak, and it would be a bit impolite for him not to be the chief minister.

He is not afraid of Sylph, but just wants to get more.

It is precisely because of the bright prospects that he will condescend to personally handle a criminal case and work overtime overnight to give Sylph a satisfactory answer.

He also took the opportunity to show his wholehearted support.

According to his understanding, Sylph will definitely accept his "loyalty".

After all, they need each other.

However, Sylph declined him, which made him feel like an idiot running naked in the winter.

Alben has never been so angry. Since he left the palace, he has been determined to undermine the queen.

Since Sylph wants to be a flawless white rose, she should stay quietly in the garden and don't come out.

Out of sight, out of mind. He has not been to the palace these days.

He finally calmed down, but today he saw Sylph's demeanor as if the goddess of beauty descended to the earth, and he had a headache again.

She is obviously a vase, why doesn't she want to stay quiet and pretend to understand politics?

Just when he was having a headache, a familiar and unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him.

Familiar because he had heard of this person many times.

Unfamiliar because it was the first time he met face to face.

"Mr. Alban, I am Roland, who was almost killed by Lori's plan. I have never had the opportunity to express my gratitude to you. This time I will borrow your Majesty's fine wine to toast you."

"Oh, it's Grand Commander Roland, nice to meet you."

Alben said nice to meet you, but he didn't raise the glass in his hand.

It's not that he didn't raise it, but he didn't understand what Roland was going to do.

He couldn't think of any intersection between them.

Roland had expected Alban's reaction of not raising his glass. The other party was a cabinet minister who held real power after all, how could he not have a temper.

Roland was not embarrassed at all, he calmly raised the glass and took a sip.

As long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Sure enough, facing the shameless Roland, Alben hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his glass and took a sip helplessly.

In any case, it was the Queen who made him hold his breath, not Roland.

Although there were rumors that Roland was the Queen's lover, Alben was confident that he was very accurate in judging people, and the Queen was still a flawless white rose, and these were all rumors.

Facing a friendly toast, he did not respond, and it was not Roland who lost face, but himself.

Taking a sip lightly, he gave face and expressed dissatisfaction implicitly.

Mature politicians can use the simplest language or even actions to express their intentions implicitly and clearly.

Alben's intentions were very clear.

Roland understood.

After all, he was not a political novice like Sylph.

Although he had little political experience, he had studied classic works such as "In the Name of XX" and "Hello, Prime Minister" frame by frame, and understood a little bit.

He smiled and raised his glass again, saying softly, "You solved a major case in just three days that might take half a year to solve in the hands of others. His Majesty always praises you when he mentions you."

"What do you mean?"

Alben narrowed his eyes and suppressed his anger.

Is this bastard deliberately poking his scar?

Roland did not answer, but cast his eyes on the most dazzling star in the crowd.

He raised his chin, lowered his voice, and whispered in a voice that only the other party could hear:

"Mr. Alben, do you think she looks like someone who understands politics?"

Alben's face changed slightly, and his knuckles clenching the glass turned slightly white.

She understands politics?

She knows shit!

Even if she knows a little bit, can it embarrass him so much?

Alben did not get angry on the spot, but lowered his voice and asked: "Mr. Roland, what do you mean? If you don't explain it clearly, I will regard it as an offense to me."

"Mr. Alben, please calm down."

Roland covered it up slightly with the action of raising his glass, and whispered:

"As you can see, she knows nothing about politics. Her brain for thinking about government affairs is stored in Wald. If the teacher is not around, it is easy to make a fool of herself."

"Think about it, a month ago, Her Majesty was just a simple girl who loved beauty. She rejected your suggestion with good intentions, but she didn't expect to offend you unintentionally."

Alben did not speak, but stared carefully into Sylph's eyes.

After a moment, he could basically confirm that what Roland said was right.

Sylph was the white rose in the greenhouse, pure and white.

It was indeed a bit beyond the scope to let her understand what was the handle of building a community of interests.

Alben narrowed his eyes and looked at Roland.

Did the Queen ask Roland to pass on the message, or did he act on his own?

Either way, it was enough to show that Roland had a special status in the eyes of the Queen.

Could it be that the rumor was true, and this guy really had an unspeakable relationship with Her Majesty the Queen?

Alben shook his head slightly and extinguished the soul of gossip.

This was Her Majesty the Queen's private matter and had nothing to do with him.

Thinking that Roland was promoted by getting under the Queen's skirt and hugging her thighs, he couldn't help but despise Roland a little more in his heart.

Although Roland was not directly listed as a clown jester, his evaluation was also plummeting.

Raised the glass and gently clinked with Roland.

"Mr. Roland, if you take what you just said to the House of Lords, it will be enough to deprive you of your position as the leader of the group even though you haven't even secured your seat yet, for the crime of disrespect."

"Will you tell anyone?" Roland said seriously.

Alben was slightly startled, then smiled.

He and Roland clinked glasses again.

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

There are many ways to get closer to men, and complaining about the opposite sex together is one of them.

Alben suddenly felt that Roland, this pretty boy, was not completely useless.

Maybe he is a jester, but definitely not a clown.

This time, he finished the wine in the glass to show his respect for Roland.

When he picked up the glass, he looked like a naive middle-aged uncle.

But when he put down the glass, there was no smile in his eyes, but instead a coldness.

"Captain Roland, there is something I don't quite understand. After His Majesty takes power, will you become the chief minister or the general?"

Roland knew that this was Alben's biggest concern.

No one wants to take a huge risk to make wedding clothes for others.

He knows this question.

"Mr. Alban, you may not know that I am a superhuman. Secular power is just a roadside scenery when I pursue a stronger path. Whether it is the chief minister or the general, it is not me."

Looking at Roland's sincere eyes, Alban suddenly realized.

He is really stupid, really.

Roland wants to be a prince! Who cares to compete with you for these.

Without a conflict of interest, the wine is naturally extra comfortable to drink.

Alban took the initiative to return a glass to Roland and whispered a reminder:

"Be careful of the Macbeth family, they plan to challenge you to an honor duel at the banquet. It will be a matter of literary attainments and life and death."