in the name of the queen

Chapter 100 You understand technology
  "The Imperial Envoy" is a masterpiece by the famous satirist Gogol.

This work is like a mirror, reflecting the ugly true colors of the dignitaries of the society at that time, thereby exposing the darkness, decadence and absurd reaction of the serfdom society.

The Vladimir Empire in this world is so similar to a certain serfdom empire.

The same militarism, the same darkness and decadence, the same queen in power.

Compared with the Vladimir Empire, Sussex is definitely clean and upright.

Smiles don't come and go in a vacuum, they just move from one person to another.

It will make the Sussex man smile when he sees the Rurik man in more misery.

They may not dare to curse their greedy local officials to their faces, but they still have the courage to point at the Rurik officials and yell angrily.

And they will scold you very fiercely.

They also think of their country's greedy tax collectors, arrogant magistrates, and vulgar and incompetent cabinet ministers.

They were not criticizing Rurik, but Sussex.

This is a legitimate outlet for their anger.

If it weren't for the taboo to open champagne before the game, Roland would want to open it now.

He still has things to do.

He also wants to write a flowery and perfect ending for the Elf Queen, so that the audience can be immersed in the expectation of beauty.

And localize "The Imperial Envoy" as soon as possible.

Let the sarcasm come even harder.

Finley asked the actor Rurik to perform at the Sussex ceremony, but Roland asked his countrymen to satirize foreign absurdities and judge them.

Roland returned to the Knights humming a song.

After returning from the Magic Association, he knew many secrets and could feel the urgency of the return day approaching.

The progress he longs for is not a change in position, but a breakthrough in strength.

He is already the leader of the Knights, and if he progresses further he will become a general or cabinet minister.

He is still young, so he can take his time with these things.

The journey to the Magic Association also opened the door to a new world for him.

Compared with the vastness of the extraordinary world, he looked down upon secular power.

Although the enjoyment brought by power is good, it is a kingdom of sand by the sea.

When the tide comes, the delicate kingdom of sand will disappear.

A ninth-level transcendent is well prepared and equipped, and can fight against dozens of ordinary soldiers.

To this extent, elite warriors can also do it, or even do it better.

A level eight transcendent can withstand more conventional damage methods, can defeat a well-trained infantry company head-on, and can even give early warning to avoid incoming artillery shells.

Elite warriors at the King of Soldiers level are almost at this level.

But he is still an ordinary person.

Rank seven is different, that is a qualitative change.

Sophia, the pinnacle of rank seven, is rumored to be able to freeze rivers several kilometers wide, freeze several infantry squares, and charge into the formation alone to kill enemy generals.

Sussex's overall national power is stronger than that of the Vladimir Empire, but no one can protect Sif from Sophia's full attack.

As long as Sophia is willing to pay some price, she can kill whoever she wants.

Roland didn't know the strength of the other seven powerful people, but he could probably guess it.

In front of these powerful men, secular power is useful, but not much.

This is only level seven. The sixth day of return is coming, and more powerful people have joined the battlefield. Ordinary people are probably no more than ants in their eyes.

Roland didn't want to be an ant, and he didn't want to be harvested in the aftermath of the battle between strong men.

He wants to progress.

This Glory Day celebration is his chance, and it's Finley's chance too.

He had a hunch that the performance would not go smoothly.

This is a life-and-death struggle. There are not only performances on the stage, but also undercurrents of secret fighting. He must be prepared.

When Roland walked back to the office, he happened to meet Norton waiting at the door.

"Mr. Norton, how long have you been waiting?"

Roland's respect for such a master who mastered taboo techniques came from the bottom of his heart.

Norton looked at Roland, hesitating slightly, but still gritted his teeth and said, "Captain, I need a research fund."

Roland opened the office door, motioned for Norton to come in and sit down.

He poured tea for Norton with his own hands and brought it to him, "Mr. Norton, the regiment's funds are very tight right now and the training equipment is being sparingly used. You should know this."

"I know that alchemical research requires money, but everything must be prioritized. Mr. Norton, please be patient and wait for a few months. The big laboratory you want must be available."

"Captain, I can't wait any longer!"

Norton's old face flushed red, and his voice was a little excited, "Captain, the sooner you invest in alchemy research, the more effective it will be. You don't understand technology at all."

Roland: "."

It is true that he does not understand alchemy, but he has always respected technicians.

However, respect is respect, and confidentiality is confidentiality. Things like going to sea cannot be leaked.

Just when he was hesitating how to tactfully ask Norton to pay attention, he saw the pain in Norton's eyes.

Roland understood.

The pain of losing his daughter tortured Norton all the time, and he had to anesthetize himself with busy work.

Roland asked softly: "Mr. Norton, if you invest in you, what are you going to do?"

"Captain, I originally had some secrets. Based on this, I can build a portable laboratory. Using space technology, the entire laboratory can be hidden in a carriage. If necessary, it can be moved at any time."

Norton explained calmly.

Roland's eyes lit up.

You should have said something like this earlier!
  He coughed lightly and said slowly: "Mr. Norton, I have always respected technology. Tell me, how much capital do you need?"

"Fifty thousand pounds." Norton said calmly.

Roland was almost shocked by this number.

The total amount of funds he currently has in hand is only 300,000, all of which were obtained from Stanley and Sif's personal money.

This is the operating fund of the entire team, and he cannot spend it randomly.

Fifty thousand is not a small amount.

He asked in a deep voice: "How much return can there be?"

"A small laboratory with all basic functions that can be moved at any time, and a steel warrior who is brave and fearless on the battlefield."

Roland looked at more and more metal parts on Mr. Norton's body and said in a deep voice:
  "I'll give you the money, but I only want the laboratory and I don't need you to be an Iron Warrior."

"Roland!" Norton raised his voice in protest.

But Roland ignored his protest and said coldly: "Mr. Norton, I will only say this once. What I value is your brain and wisdom, not your muscles and steel."

"As long as the money is available, there will be as many cannon fodders willing to go to the battlefield, but it won't be you."

"No one can replace your wisdom."

Norton was stunned, his bloodshot eyes flashing with water, and his voice gradually became choked with sobs.

"But I want to avenge my daughter with my own hands."

"The enemy we face is very powerful, and I need your wisdom even more. Knowledge is power, you must understand this truth."

Roland stood up and said softly: "Mr. Norton, the technology to transform the Iron Warriors is very good, but please do not use yourself as a test subject. The funds will be available tomorrow, and I look forward to your results."

Norton stood up suddenly and wanted to say something, but he was too clumsy to say anything. He could only bow to Roland vigorously.

Half of his body creaked.

The leader knows technology.

He was very sure.

(End of this chapter)