In the Name of the Queen

Knights headquarters, small conference room.

This is where the top brass of the Knights holds small meetings.

Said to be the top brass of the Knights, there are actually only three people, Roland, Sif and Lisa.

The content of today's meeting is very simple. We will discuss recent work status.

Anyone who often holds meetings knows that the importance of a meeting is often inversely proportional to the number of people present.

Most of the meetings with a large number of people are not to discuss issues, but to convey the will.

Although there are not many participants sitting here, they are all the core of the team.

Considering that both participants were young girls, in order to avoid the association of who was important and who was unimportant, Roland thoughtfully arranged the meeting on a small round table. The three people sat at exactly the same distance from each other and at the same distance from each other.

It was originally a perfect arrangement, but when Roland served the two ladies with tea in a very gentlemanly manner, he was surprised to find that their positions had quietly changed.

The distance between them and him was getting closer, but the distance between them was getting farther.

The chair only moved slightly, and it didn't look like much change, but Roland's eyes were as precise as a ruler and he could see the problem at a glance.

His steps paused for a second, then resumed their progress.

Don't pay attention to the minutiae. Don't guess what girls are thinking. Don't gossip about their affairs.

Roland announced the start of the meeting with a serious face.

"Please introduce the logistics officer's work situation."

Although there are only three people now, the knights will definitely have more talents in the future, and the rules must be established from the beginning.

You can call her Sister Lisa in life, but you must address her by your job title at work.

That's the rule.

Lisa was always very focused when she was working.

She opened her notebook, cleared her throat, and began to report.

Her report was very detailed.

Yesterday, she spent a whole day and half of the night counting the assets of the Knights and making detailed accounts.

This work will continue for several more days, but it is already bearing fruit.

During the inventory process, a lot of dirty information about the former group leader was discovered, which was an unexpected surprise.

Facing Lisa's work results, Roland nodded with satisfaction.

"The work of the general logistics officer is very effective and very good. However, you must also pay attention to rest after work. Please go home immediately after get off work."

The corners of Lisa's lips raised, her dimples filled with a sweet smile, and she nodded obediently.

She worked overtime last night and came home very late.

It was Roland who was waiting for her to eat.

The roles were reversed. After spending a long time in the kitchen, Roland only managed to come up with two ordinary dishes that were not very tasty and tasty but just barely edible.

Roland's cooking skills were better than the Sussex average, but not by much.

There is no harm without contrast.

Compared to the usual delicacies, Roland really couldn't stand this poor cooking.

The work belongs to others and can be done tomorrow. The food is yours and you must eat it today.

Roland's desire for delicious food made him not care that the real boss of the Knights was sitting on his right, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Chief instructor, please introduce your work. Chief instructor?"

"Oh, it's my turn?"

Xif suddenly came back to her senses. She picked up the notebook in front of her, and her pleasant voice echoed in the conference room.

"Yesterday, I had a traditional martial arts exchange with the gold and silver knights. In the lance duel, I won all 30 battles."

"I'm fine, but the horses have been replaced by two. In addition, five knights were injured in the duel and are being treated by priests."

Lisa looked at Sif dumbfounded, what kind of fighting machine is this?

Is this training method really okay?

"good very good!"

Roland patted the table and praised Sif's approach.

"This is what we want. Many people thought you defeated Wharton with firearms before, but now no one dares to think so, right?"

"Indeed, there are none. The last three Silver Knights were almost carried to the competition arena by their colleagues."

Sif looked at Lisa with a smile and teased softly: "The duel consumes thirty wooden lances. Please ask the general logistics officer to replenish them in time."

Lisa's eyes were straight, and it took her a long time to recover.

"Huh? Did you consume so much?"

"Yes, otherwise why do you think they are afraid?" Sif held her head high and her voice was filled with the joy of victory.

Lisa looked at Sif's high chest, then looked down at herself, feeling slightly defeated.

"I understand. I will add it in time and ask the chief instructor to keep it in hand during the next training. Even if the lance can withstand the wear and tear, the knight cannot."

Sif took over Lisa's words half-jokingly, "Yes, Chief Logistics Officer."

If he didn't know Sif's identity, Roland would think that she has a childlike innocence.

Now that he knew that Sif was the queen, Roland felt that her childlike innocence was a little too high.

Roland was relieved when he thought about it.

If it were another world, with Sif's age and background, she would definitely be studying in an elite girls' school. Her daily worries would be nothing more than how many pimples would appear on her face, which concert to go to on the weekend, and what to wear for her birthday party. What skirt.

But Sif is different, she has to fight for survival.

Her enemy is the most cunning politician in Sussex politics and the most capable queen in the world.

What's wrong with being a little childlike when you're under so much pressure?

Miss Sif's childlike innocence is left to him.

Let the Knights of the White Rose led by you come to protect you.

Sif continued to introduce the training situation. After that exciting but completely one-sided lance duel, no one questioned her training arrangements.

Even if the knights were allowed to practice holding their spears with flat-end spears pretending to be muskets, no one would dare complain.

Anyone who doesn't accept the new training mode should get on his horse and change his lance to a duel.

Training is just tiring, but fighting alone will really make you lie on the bed. The knights can tell which is more important.

After reporting their work, Sif and Lisa both looked at Roland.

The chief logistics officer and the chief instructor did such a good job, what about you, the captain?

Roland cleared his throat and said softly: "Sorry, I ran into trouble with my procurement task."

Seeing that Roland did not complete the task, Lisa hurried to help him smooth things over, "It doesn't matter, even if the procurement target is not achieved, 90% is no problem."

Sif was also trying to find a way out for Roland, "Yes, I added non-live ammunition subjects during training to reduce consumption."

Roland smiled but said nothing.

Lisa's expression froze. She quickly coughed and continued to explain:

"It's winter now, transportation costs have increased, and price fluctuations are inevitable. If only 70% of the procurement plan is completed, it's not a big problem."

Sif was also helping Roland explain, "Yes, the amount of training in winter is not as large as in summer. Throwing alchemical bombs makes too much noise, so we have to go to a training ground in the suburbs. It's very troublesome to go back and forth. It's better to increase the proportion of non-live ammunition subjects."

Seeing these two guys desperately defending him, Roland felt a little warm in his heart, but still reminded with a serious expression:

"Chief Instructor, Chief Logistics Officer. Let me remind you that this is work. If you whitewash problems at work, the enemy will not protect you."

Since Roland said so, Lisa didn't need to be polite to him.

She regained the feeling of scolding her naughty brother and stared at Roland angrily.

"Roland, the funds given to you should be sufficient. I also specifically reminded you that you can go to the Baker Street Alchemy Workshop to find Elizabeth. Didn't you go?"