in the name of the queen

Chapter 52 Do you think she understands?

Walder couldn't understand Roland and Sylph, and neither could Alban.

In fact, he had been drinking with his head down, and the occasional person who wanted to clink glasses with him was dissuaded by his bloodshot eyes.

He has been feeling bad these past few days.

Her Majesty is so angry.

There is always the sadness of being played by a bad woman.

He is the Minister of Justice and the Supreme Court Justice, ranking fourth in the cabinet.

He has deep roots in the imperial legal community and a high status that cannot be shaken.

The emperor has the power to replace some cabinet members, but he cannot abuse it.

Sylvain is not on the throne. If she uses her power forcefully, Alban may be forced to resign, but she will also be impeached and removed from office.

Sylph has the ability to trade with him, but she will also be counterattacked.

This is the check and balance between imperial power and prime ministerial power.

No matter how you look at it, the power and influence he possesses exceeds that of a silly queen who is ignored.

The imperial power is indeed supreme, but if there is no strength to support it, it is just a blank check that the decree cannot be issued by Fort Sheffield.

Sylph came to him with something, and he just thought about it for a moment and decided to help.

The reason is simple. With his help, Sylph's possibility of regaining the imperial power will be greatly increased. With the support of the emperor in hand, Wald is old and frail. It would be rude for him not to be the chief minister.

He is not afraid of Sylph, he just wants more.

It was precisely because he saw a bright future that he deigned to take charge of a criminal case and worked overtime overnight to give Sylph a satisfactory answer.

He even took advantage of the situation and showed his wholehearted support.

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

After all, they need each other.

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

Alban has never been so angry. Ever since he left the palace, he has been determined to alienate the queen.

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

Out of sight, out of mind, he never went to the palace these days.

He finally got over his anger, but today he had a headache after seeing Sylph's grace as if a goddess of beauty had descended into the world.

It's obviously a vase, why don't you just stay quiet and pretend to understand politics?

Just when he had a headache, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him.

Familiar because he has heard of this person many times.

Strange because it was the first time we were face to face.

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

"Oh, it's Captain Roland. Nice to meet you."

Alban said it was a pleasure to meet him, but he did not raise the wine glass in his hand.

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

He couldn't think of any possible intersection between them.

Albon's reaction of refusing to raise the glass was what Roland had expected. After all, the other party is a cabinet minister who holds real power. How could he not have any temper at all?

Without any embarrassment, Roland calmly raised his glass and took a sip.

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

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

In any case, it was the Queen who was holding his breath, not Roland.

Although there are rumors that Roland is the Queen's little lover, Alban is confident that he can judge people accurately. The Queen is still a flawless white rose. These are all rumors.

Not responding to a friendly toast was not a loss to Roland's face, but to Roland himself.

Taking a sip not only gives face, but also expresses dissatisfaction implicitly.

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

Albon's intentions were clear.

Roland understood.

After all, he is not a political amateur like Sylph.

Although he has little political experience, he has studied classics such as "In the Name of XX" and "Hello, Prime Minister" frame by frame, so he understands a little bit.

He raised his glass again with a smile and said softly: "You took only three days to solve a major case that might not have been solved for half a year in the hands of others. Your Majesty always praises you highly when he mentions you."

"What do you mean?" Alban narrowed his eyes and suppressed his anger.

Did the bastard poke his scar on purpose?

Roland did not answer, but turned his attention to the most dazzling star in the crowd.

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

"Mr. Alban, do you think she is someone who understands politics?"

Alban's face changed slightly, and the knuckles that clenched the wine glass turned slightly white.

Does she understand politics?

She knows nothing!

Even if you understand a little bit, can you embarrass him so much?

Alban 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. Alban, please calm down."

Roland slightly covered it up with a toast, and whispered:
  "As you can see, she doesn't know anything about politics. The brain she uses to think about government affairs is stored in Walder. If the teacher is not around, it is easy to make jokes."

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

Alban didn't speak, just stared at Sylph's eyes carefully.

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

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

It is indeed a bit over the top to ask her to understand what is the basis for building a community of interests.

Alban squinted his eyes and looked at Roland.

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

No matter which one it is, it is enough to show that Roland's status with the Queen is extraordinary.

Are the rumors true? This guy really has a shady relationship with Her Majesty the Queen?
  Alban shook his head slightly and extinguished the spirit of gossip.

This is Her Majesty's private matter and has nothing to do with him.

Thinking that Roland got promoted by getting under the queen's skirt and hugging her thighs, it was inevitable that he would feel a little more contempt for Roland in his heart.

Although Roland is not directly included in the ranks of jesters, his ratings are plummeting.

He raised his wine glass and touched it gently with Roland.

"Mr. Roland, if the words you just said were brought to the House of Lords, they would be enough to deprive you of your unsecured position as leader on the charge of lese majesty."

"Will you tell me?" Roland said seriously.

Alban was slightly stunned, 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 bring men closer together, and complaining about the opposite sex together is one of them.

Alban suddenly felt that Roland's pretty face was not without its merits.

A jester, perhaps, but definitely not a clown.

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

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

But when he put down the wine glass, there was no smile in his eyes, replaced by coldness.

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

Roland knew that this was Alban's biggest concern.

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

He knows this question.

"Mr. Alban, you may not know that I am a transcendent. Worldly power is just the scenery on the roadside 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's so stupid, really.

Roland wants to be a prince! Who wants to argue with you about this?

There is no conflict of interest, and drinking wine is naturally very pleasant.

Alban took the initiative to toast Roland and reminded him in a low voice:
  "Beware of the Macbeths. They plan to challenge you to a duel of honor at the banquet. A matter of literary attainment or life and death."

(End of this chapter)