in the name of the queen

Chapter 118 The Queen’s Fury
  Alina's eyes were complicated.

Now she is at the end of her rope and has no room for bargaining.

The price Roland asks depends entirely on his conscience.

According to intelligence analysis, she had a general understanding of Roland.

Has a conscience, but not much.

According to her guess, Roland would definitely offer the most demanding price, such as forcing her to swear allegiance, or even forcing her to sacrifice her body and soul.

But Roland didn't.

He treated his friends as equals, and did not ask for exorbitant prices just because his friends were in dire straits.

The price is very fair, even kind.

The uneasy mood was replaced by happiness, but the huge gap left Alina a little confused.

Looking at her empty eyes, Roland knew what she was thinking.

He smiled and reminded: "I have a friend who helped me when I was so embarrassed that I almost wanted to jump into the sea but I didn't dare to jump because the water was too cold. She didn't take the opportunity to belittle my worth, but gave me a fair price."

Roland extended his right hand to Alina.

"Even the devil walking in the world has a soft pure land in his heart. My character is better than that of the devil."

Roland's words reminded Alina of the handsome young man sitting on the railing of the pier, and her desire to recruit someone who couldn't see through his destiny.

The past is like clouds, vividly remembered.

Alina's nose was slightly sour, and her trembling right hand held Roland's hand together.

Her hands were so cold that they seemed like lifeless jade.

Roland grabbed her other hand, closed his hands, and covered Alina's cold little hand in the middle to spread warmth.

There is no charm, only warmth.

Alina, who had been hiding and frightened these days, could no longer bear it. Her stubborn strength was shattered by the tears in her eyes.

"Cry if you want, but this is the last time."

Roland reminded softly.

Negative emotions need to be vented, and it is good to cry out.

Alina nodded vigorously.

Roland is betting, betting on her father's political legacy, betting on her future, and betting that she will not breach the contract.

She has few chips and many enemies. Roland's choice is very risky.

Alina's heart became as warm as her palms. After a while, the frozen and numb brain gradually resumed operation.

"Roland, my mind is very confused right now. Please help me think about it. What should I do?"

"Don't contact your former subordinates. Maybe they were once your father or your loyal team, but from time to time, under coercion and inducement, they are likely to change."

"They are different from you. They have families and they are in Golden Kite."

It doesn't sound nice, but it's true.

A person with ties cannot be unscrupulous.

Alina's whole family is gone, and her hatred is the hottest and her fighting spirit is the strongest.

Now she is the spirit of vengeance swallowed by the flames.

"Even people who are in the same situation as you are not allowed to contact you."

As if seeing through Alina's unwillingness, Roland added coldly.

Alina was stunned, didn't protest, and nodded silently.

As a senior intelligence officer, she certainly understood what Roland meant.

Hatred is also a relationship.

The bitter meat tactic is not a rare skill, it has happened countless times in history.

"I'll listen to you."

Since her brain was in chaos, Alina simply gave up thinking completely, temporarily stored her brain, and completely obeyed Roland's arrangements.

now it's right.

Roland nodded appreciatively.

Doing what needs to be done is Alina’s strength.

Roland said in a deep voice: "First of all, let the Jin Yuan Kingdom believe that you are dead. I think you have a lot of magic dolls at home, and you should also know alchemy."

Alina nodded first and then shook her head, "I know what you mean, making fake corpses to deceive the people in power in the Kingdom of Jin Yuan. But this is unrealistic. No matter how realistic the props are, they cannot withstand careful inspection."

"A simple dissection will reveal the truth."

"Who gave them permission to dissect?"

Roland said "lividly": "The special envoy of the Jin Yuan Kingdom openly hijacked our country's senior nobles and members of the royal family, and was shot to death on the spot. I am restrained even if I don't ask them to settle the score. Who is their turn to point fingers?"

"Of course the body cannot be returned to them. It must be made into a specimen and displayed at Fort Sheffield. But before making the specimen, I will ask someone from the Jinyuan Embassy to verify the identity."

"Wouldn't that expose the secret?" Alina was a little confused.

"No, because it's you who is lying there. If you don't have skills, I know you." Roland said calmly.

"I have it. I can make alchemy puppets that look just like the real ones, and I also have medicine to temporarily fake death."

Alina's eyes flashed and she murmured in a low voice: "Roland, don't let men touch me during the physical examination."

"I know."

Roland waved to Alina to come closer and gave careful instructions in her ear.

Late at night, the light cavalry patrolling outside saw Roland walking into Count Sif's room, and they were a little at a loss.

They didn't know whether they should write this down.

Just when they were hesitating, the leading captain had already taken out a small notebook and approached the street lamp to record it.

At 22:25 at night, Roland, the leader of the Royal Knights, entered the Earl of Tyrone's bedroom.

The squadron leader closed his book, as if nothing had happened, and growled to the cavalryman who was looking at him:
  "What are you looking at? Go to work!"

As a front-line executor, don't think it's rare to have a brain, just execute the orders.

An hour later, the squadron leader took out his small notebook, looked at the big clock on the front of the city hall building, sighed softly and continued to record.

Although Earl Tyrone is the shadow of the Queen, he is not the Queen after all.

If it were the Queen, absolutely not
  The squadron leader suddenly thought of the scandal between the Queen and Roland, and his face became a little gloomy.

Damn it, Her Majesty the Queen definitely doesn't know what that bastard Roland is doing outside.

He clenched his fists and silently felt sorry for the Queen.

One day, Roland, the bastard who played both sides between the Queen and the Earl, will pay the price!

Thinking of Roland being sentenced to death by the angry Queen and dragged out to be hanged, the squadron leader's anger finally calmed down a little.

Just when he was thinking about the love triangle drama in his mind, a piercing scream suddenly came from the earl's dormitory.

Then there was the sound of weapons clashing and explosions.

The squadron leader's blood almost solidified. He hurriedly issued orders, drew his sword and rushed in.

If something happens to Earl Tyrone here, he won't be able to chop off a few heads, and he may even harm his family.

He didn't even notice when the pamphlet recording the information fell to the dirt floor and was trampled to pieces.

By the time the guards and cavalry rushed in to support, the battle was over.

Earl Tyrone and Roland looked a little embarrassed, but their clothes were well worn, and there was no sign that they had suddenly gotten up in bed.

But this is not the focus of everyone's attention. People's eyes are focused on the body lying on the ground.

Jace was about to step forward to ask for instructions, but was interrupted by Sif on the spot.

"Everyone get out and let the leaders of the city government, port authority and the Fourth Fleet run over."

Seeing Sif's angry expression, Jace didn't dare to breathe, and quickly took the opportunity to convey the order and ran away.

His mind was in confusion.

The port of Dowall was also in chaos.

The city government and port authority officials got out of their warm beds. After hearing the news, they changed their clothes and rushed over in anger. Although the count was noble, he would not let them lose their composure like this.

What scares these officials is the person behind the count.

The Earl of Tyrone is a close minister of Her Majesty the Queen, and his words carry great weight with her.

Although the Queen is not personally in charge, they dare not really treat her as a puppet.

The men of the Fourth Fleet moved faster.

After all, they are professional soldiers and are more alert than those fat-headed officials.

The moment the explosion sounded, the two deputy commanders of the Fourth Fleet had already woken up.

Seeing the direction of the explosion and flames, they looked solemn, quickly changed into their combat attire, and ran towards Sif with their guards.

Sif's face was as cold as ice, and she looked coldly at Alina, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, without saying a word.

She didn't speak, and others didn't dare to speak.

Seeing the people from the Fourth Fleet approaching, her "anger" reached its peak.

She summoned the two temporary leaders of the fleet to the small study for questioning.

No one knew what she said to them. The two deputy commanders had strange expressions after leaving the study.

They lowered their heads and left quickly, without even looking at the anxious-looking port authority and government officials.

These officials were even more confused.

Unknown to them, Sif delivered exciting news to the Fourth Fleet.

"The blood of the Royal Navy will not be shed in vain, and the Queen will definitely find out the truth."

Speaking of this, the two deputy commanders naturally knew the meaning behind Sif's words.

General Planck was a naval veteran, so he was chosen to be part of the Emperor's entourage when he went to sea.

Most of the main force of the Fourth Fleet also followed them to sea.

The results didn't come back.

Everyone else was concerned about the emperor's life and death, but in the eyes of the Fourth Fleet, didn't the lives of the thousands of sailors accompanying them count as lives?

Those are their siblings!
  If the truth cannot be found out, the death pension and preferential treatment of these people will be deferred for three years.

This is even worse for the already grieving bereaved families.

Sif gave the two deputy commanders reassurance.

The Queen is very sad and can completely understand the mood of other family members.

This matter is not over yet, no one can be fooled, it must be investigated clearly.

Compared with the Admiralty's evasive attitude, the Queen's statement was clear and inspiring.

The two deputy commanders, who were already dissatisfied with the corrupt officials of the imperial capital, understood the situation and took an oath on the spot, reaffirming their loyalty to the royal family.

After watching the two deputy commanders of the Fourth Fleet leave, Sif breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to the large closet behind:

"Is my acting okay?"

A soft voice came from the closet, "I will give you nine points, but I will deduct one point for fear that you will be too proud."

The corners of Sif's lips raised slightly, and she smiled even happier.

It's obviously a perfect score, why are you so embarrassed to say it?

"What's next?"

"You already have the answer and why are you asking me?" The voice from the wardrobe was slightly dull.

Sif smiled, patted the closet door, and strode out.

Next, there is no need for acting skills at all, just show your true colors.

The deliberate acting seems to be too much effort.

Excellent actors can always easily control the timing of entering and exiting the play.

The anxious Port Authority officials finally waited for the storm trial.

Sif defeated them very gracefully.

There was not a single curse word in the whole process, and the tone of voice was not raised, but it made the officials of the Port Authority and the city government so embarrassed that their lips turned purple and they wanted to shoot themselves.

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Xif changed the subject and began to comfort her.

"Okay, don't blame yourself. The person who attacked me was the King's Agent Jin Yuan. It's normal that you didn't notice her sneaking in secretly. I'll leave the aftermath to you after I leave."

The port director and the mayor were both a little panicked. Hearing what Sif meant, they didn't even plan to stay tonight. Are they planning to leave overnight?

Both of them panicked and repeatedly asked Sif to stay a few more days to give them a chance to find out the truth.

Of course, Xif will not stay. She is still waiting to go back and find fault with the Jin Yuan Embassy.

No matter how much the mayor and port master begged, Sif didn't even look at them again.

The arrogance of the nobles of the old imperial capital was very accurately grasped.

Seeing the ashen expressions on the faces of the mayor and port director, the deputy mayor and deputy director quickly lowered their heads, fearing that the smiles on their lips would be seen.

The Queen's emissary was assassinated and nearly died, which was a big deal.

How has the port of Dowall been infiltrated?
  If it was not the emissary who came, but the Queen herself, could they shoulder this historical responsibility?
  The people around them had already planned the ending for these two unlucky men.

These two guys have been officials for many years in the Port of Duwall, a large port facing the Golden Kite Kingdom. Although their governance skills are quite good, they are not clean at all. The problem is investigation.

In short, they are going to be out of luck.

Thinking that fat jobs will be vacant, officials who have the opportunity are a little eager to take action.

Their brains were working rapidly, thinking about which route they should take to the imperial capital in order to successfully ascend to the throne.

The mayor and the port director looked at each other with bitterness in their eyes.

As the main people responsible for the Port of Dorval, they have indeed made a lot of money, but they are by no means wastes who only take money and do nothing.

They also deserve credit for the prosperity that the Port of Dowall enjoys today.

However, it was useless to say anything. Seeing Sif's men starting to pack their luggage and prepare to go north overnight, their heads almost exploded.

Just when they were at a loss and their colleagues around them were hiding as far away as they could, someone they didn't expect appeared.

It's actually the Queen's lover Roland?

Officials in Dagang are very well-informed. They knew what was happening in the imperial capital very quickly.

Although they didn't like the pretty boy, they didn't dare to offend Roland, so they hurriedly said hello to Roland.

"You two, don't you plan to write something to explain the situation to Her Majesty the Queen?"

"Huh?" X2
  The mayor and the harbormaster nearly had their brains fried.

What else could they explain?
  Seeing that their brains were shutting down, Roland looked around and saw that no one was around, and kindly reminded him softly:
  "Idiot, reflect first before expressing loyalty!"

It dawned on the mayor and harbormaster.

Roland was reminding them to write a document of allegiance called a Statement of Situation to the Queen.

The two of them ran to the office quickly without any hesitation.

They had no choice.

It all depends on the Queen whether she wants to pursue this matter.

If she thinks it's okay, then it's okay. If she thinks something is wrong, she's dead.

This is their only chance.

They must take the initiative to expose their dirt in order to have a chance to protect themselves.

The two of them had no choice but to let go of this opportunity.

Is there a difference between being loyal to the Queen and being loyal to the Emperor?
  If the Queen and the ministers are of the same mind, there will be no difference.

If not, the difference is huge.

Fortunately, Roland was the queen's lover, so it was possible to save them.

No, this is His Majesty’s private matter and it’s not their turn to discuss it!

Her Majesty, the Queen, has so many things to do every day, so why not relax and unwind occasionally? It's only human nature.

(End of this chapter)