in the name of the queen

Chapter 50 Don’t lie
  "My position is incredibly strong, but the word royalist is stigmatized."

Roland can solve this problem.

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

"Loyalty is the basic professional ethics of officials. They also knelt down on one knee and swore an oath to the gods, but they did shady things behind their backs."

"Because they are afraid, they will stigmatize loyalty and use slanderous words like royalist to denigrate loyalists!"

Roland's words were impassioned and unashamed.

He really didn't need to be ashamed.

Although he also worked for his own interests, he was not a vassal of the Queen and did not swear allegiance.

He has a clear conscience.

Just looking at Roland's upright and loyal face, almost everyone will be moved.

Except Rupert.

He has an intelligence network, a much stronger intelligence network than those losers in the Military Intelligence Agency.

So he knew Roland.

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

After a few seconds, 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 in relief.

He also has to maintain family interests, which does not prevent him from being the empire's most loyal minister.

He showed an understanding look and said with a smile:

"Roland, what you said makes sense. To be loyal to Her Majesty the Queen is to be loyal to the country. Fulfilling one's oath is a matter of course. However, some traitors and traitors stigmatize honest behavior, and their intentions are to be punished."

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

Roland just smiled and didn't answer.

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

Although it was clear that Rupert's position was that of a die-hard royalist, Roland could not speak rashly without understanding his purpose.

He picked up the teacup and drank the tea to buy time.

As long as he waits a moment for the salon to begin, Rupert has no reason to keep him.

Rupert was not surprised to see Roland, the little fox, motionless.

His information was very accurate and he had already predicted 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 a Royal Knight has gone through the process at the Heraldry House. Your Majesty should announce it tonight. Congratulations."

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

This is not his bragging, the Knights are in a mess now, and there are really not many people who dare to take over.

Rupert suppressed his smile and said seriously:
  "Roland, it is not easy to rebuild the Knights. If you need help with funds and personnel, you can come to me. Although I am not the family talker for the time being, I can still talk about this kind of thing."

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

The army in the feudal era had a distinctive feature: whoever got the salary was the man.

It's a bit rude to hold money from the Plantagenet family and still want to maintain an independent personality.

He declined politely but resolutely: "Mr. Rupert, thank you for your kindness, but since I am the leader of the Knights, I must show my ability to be loyal to Her Majesty the Queen."

"Don't you think I got to the position through nepotism?"

Roland took the initiative to say the unpleasant words, blocking Rupert's mouth.

Even if Rupert really thought so, there was nothing he could do to hint him.

Unexpectedly, Roland refused so firmly, and Rupert was a little surprised.

He quickly put on a professional and polite smile and said calmly: "Captain Roland is indeed an ambitious person. It was me who took the liberty. But my position will not change. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me at any time."

"It's almost time, it's time to enter."

This sentence is not an eviction order, but it has a similar effect. Obviously, Roland's answer was beyond Rupert's expectations and made him a little unhappy.

Perhaps in his expectation, Roland's bottom line was flexible enough to trade the rope that hanged him. Rupert was somewhat disappointed by his wrong judgment.

Regardless, it was a cordial but fruitless conversation.

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

Although they are all die-hard royalists, the emperor they want to protect is different.

Sylph and Sif are two people after all.

It is normal for factionalism to exist within the royalist party.

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

Compared to 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 finally looked down upon him.

He does have a flexible bottom line, but some things are not for sale.

Roland kept smiling, returned to the carriage, and motioned to the coachman to drive.

The salon started in ten minutes, so it was time for him to go in.

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

"Nothing, just discussing the next draft."

Halfway through his words, Lisa's slender fingers pressed against his lips, making him unable to speak.

"Roland, I'm not stupid."

Lisa lowered her head slightly and said quietly: "I know that the people you come into contact with now are different from before. In the past, the people you could contact were friends in the slums, colleagues at work, and guests who came and went."

"The person you are chatting and laughing with now is a countess, a foreign envoy, a cabinet minister, and even Her Majesty the Queen."

Lisa sighed softly, but the corners of her mouth turned up nicely, "Roland, I'm really happy for you that you can join the upper class society, but a thick barrier has gradually formed between us."

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

"I do not like this."

Roland fell silent as his fingers left his lips.

The moment the soft touch left, his heart trembled.

Perhaps because she felt the atmosphere was a little 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 against his chest and said seriously: "I don't like oaths, this is a promise."

Seeing Roland's eyes as bright as stars in the night, Lisa tilted her head slightly and nodded.

"Thank you."

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

It took all her courage to say what she just said.

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

People will always change, especially after a drastic change in status.

Fortunately, Roland didn't.

Only she knows whether she is grateful for Roland's promise or Roland's original intention.

All in all, she was happy.

This dinner made her trembling with fear, 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 knights by her side who will never deceive her or abandon her.

Lisa put on her pink lace gloves and put her hand on Roland's outstretched palm with a smile.

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

(End of this chapter)