in the name of the queen

Chapter 62 Pig’s Tactics
  "Captain, do you want me to repay them?"

Wharton's eyes were wide open and he couldn't believe his ears.

What does this guy Roland want to do?
  He was a little unsure.

Roland smiled and asked: "Who will go if you don't go? Do you think I know them?"

Wharton chuckled, feeling that something was wrong. He wanted to ask a few more questions, but Count Sif, who came with Roland, frowned and interrupted with obvious impatience:

"Roland, aren't you done yet? We have to prepare for the dinner later, so we can't delay."

Roland responded with a smile, then pulled Wharton aside and said in a low voice:

"Deputy Commander Wharton, I'm really busy. Miss Sif and I have to go to Fort Sheffield to have tea with His Majesty in the evening. Go, this is an order!"

"The Stanley Chamber of Commerce is a bit far away, so I won't go there. Wharton, the management model of the Knights should be based on the previous one. You can just handle small things as you wish. There is no need to report to me specifically."

Seeing Sif urging again, Roland quickly took out a prepared form and ordered:
  "Deputy Commander Wharton, everyone must sign for confirmation, and those who are illiterate must have their fingerprints printed. I have to submit this form to His Majesty, and there must be no mistakes. Do you understand?"

"Also, His Majesty will review the troops in a month. Do you know what to do?"

Wharton nodded frequently, with a smile on his face.

It turned out that these two young men came to the Knights to get gold plating. If they had told him earlier, they made him restless and nervous in the office next to him for a long time.

After Captain Roland gave important instructions on the issue of back pay to the Knights, he quickly left with Sif, who was already looking impatient.

When she passed by Wharton, Sif hid far away, but she still "couldn't help" taking out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, and muttered "It stinks" in a low voice.

Wharton's old face turned as red as braised pork liver, but he didn't dare to talk back.

After watching Roland and Sif leave, he gritted his teeth and spat out the door, swearing.

"I'm an alcoholic, and you guys are no good. They're just dandy losers who rely on their parents to show off their power and a pretty boy who licks Her Majesty the Queen's feet!"

Wharton returned to the office and opened the safe angrily. The alluring fragrance of wealth hit his face, and his mood finally eased a lot.

A total of over four thousand pounds.

It can completely soothe his injured heart.

He was thinking in his mind that this was an extra reward and he could deduct more of it, as long as he gave a small portion to those poor people.

Thinking of Stanley having to share half of it, his teeth hurt again.

After locking the safe and walking out of the office, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Wharton suddenly became alert.

Are these two little guys trying to trick him?
  Cold sweat slowly flowed down his cheeks.

Judging from Sif's noble temperament, clothing characteristics and undisguised disgust towards him, she must be a member of the royal family, and most likely a close associate of the Queen.

Queen Sylph has no personal power and can only provide guidance to government departments and cannot directly issue orders, but the Royal Knights are different.

This is the Royal Private Guard and is not under the jurisdiction of the government.

Sylph's attitude can directly determine his future and even life or death.

Could it be that the new emperor was testing him?

Wharton's brain was working rapidly and he began to think.

The safest way is to hand out more than four thousand pounds of gold coins honestly.

But he was unwilling to do so because this was not the optimal solution.

He had to be sure of one thing. What kind of person was Roland? How credible was the Sun's special report?

If it were current political news, one word of Thaksin would be too much, but this is gossip.

The Sun is very professional in this regard.

Considering Roland's promotion speed, it's hard to doubt him.

Anyway, let's gather intel first.

Decisions without intelligence support are foolish.

Wharton left the office and walked outside the camp.

Many people were deceived by his rough appearance and thought he was a fool, but these are the fools!

Thinking of how Sif looked at him like she was disgusted with shit, Wharton's blood began to surge.

Damn nobility!
  He had to teach these two little guys a lesson about being cunning.

Wharton planned to leave the camp via the side path.

When passing by the small pine forest, from the corner of his eye, he saw Roland and Sif playing with the children. He hid behind a big tree and observed carefully.

After half an hour of careful observation, he made a decisive judgment that these two guys were really telling stories to the children.

Roland and Sif can act, but children won't cooperate.

The genuine smiles on their faces cannot be faked.

I came to the Knights and pretended for a long time, but it turned out that I was just doing errands.

He even saw the possibility of cooperating with Roland for profit.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

That Sif is so hateful!
  Isn’t it amazing how good-looking you are? Isn't it great to have good parents?

Without these auras, what else does she have?

Wharton thought angrily and quickly left the woods.

The incompetent man who made fun of the emperor's orders, the young man who liked to play with children, the dandy who indulged in luxury and pleasure, and the pretty boy who licked the queen's feet.

This is what he said about Roland and Sif.

Wharton decided to give Roland some strength. As long as Roland retreated, the real power of the Knights would be with him, and Roland could only be the nominal leader.

It is not the turn of outsiders to dictate matters regarding the Knights.

Wharton was not carried away by anger and contempt, and he planned to organize the investigation himself.

Sif didn't care for the moment, he had to see what Roland was doing these days.

To figure out what a person wants to do, you can't just look at what he says, but also how he does it.

Wharton had intelligence agents under his command, and he himself was an excellent scout cavalryman.

Since there are seven days to complete the task, use at least five days to investigate.

Damn pretty boys and arrogant women, they all have to pay the price.

Of course Roland didn't know how angry Wharton was.

Just like the hunter never cares how miserable the wild boar is in the trap.

He believed in Walton.

He looked into Wharton's eyes.

Those are eyes burning with ambition and greed.

The look in his eyes was like that of a wild boar pouncing on food, and he couldn't escape.

Return.

Xif held her chin with one hand and looked at the gray sky outside the car window. She pondered for a long time and couldn't help but express her doubts.

"Roland, what if Wharton is cautious and refuses to be fooled?"

Roland did not answer directly, but asked instead: "What to do with the wild boar that refuses to enter the trap during the royal hunting tour?"

"It's so rude to set a trap with good intentions but refuse to eat the last full meal. Of course, it will be shot by random arrows." Sif said softly.

Roland raised the corner of his mouth and teased softly: "Yes, the hunter's goal is to kill, not to stick to the means of hunting."

"If you don't want to be fooled, then you can only hire the almighty bag to trap him."

After a brief pause, Roland said in a deep voice:
  "Sending the Knights who protect the Emperor to provide security for a trading company is a serious offense against Her Majesty the Queen and must be brought to justice."

Sif bit her lip and wanted to ask, "Then why don't you just grab it, it will save you trouble?", but she still held it back.

She knew this was an after-school exercise.

After pondering for a long time, Teacher Wald's words became clearer and clearer in his mind.

"I understand. We must use the law to punish Wharton and convince everyone, instead of using the king's wrath."

Roland looked at Sif in surprise.

In the dim carriage, she sat there quietly, not like a vase, but like a book with just a few pages opened.

There are not many words and it is very neat.

(End of this chapter)