in the name of the queen

Chapter 66 It’s time to close the net!
  "That Roland really didn't do anything?!"

Wharton's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears.

Staring at the thin knight in front of him, Wharton was a little confused.

Seeing Wharton's disbelief, the thin knight quickly explained:
  "Brother Wharton, it's not like Roland has done nothing. In the past few days, he has been to the palace twice, moved to a new home with his live-in girlfriend, and has also been to the Earl of Tyrone's Mansion three times. He left very late every time."

"Okay, I understand, you go ahead and do your work." Wharton waved his hand impatiently, as if to shoo away flies.

Seeing Wharton's impatient attitude, the thin knight thought he didn't believe it and quickly explained:

"Brother Wharton, you have to believe me, I have seen this with my own eyes."

Wharton said in a deep voice: "Mills, I brought you from my hometown. I have never doubted your ability. I just can't figure out what this Roland is doing."

Mills saw the anger and greed burning in Wharton's eyes and felt helpless.

Wharton was his hometown elder brother. After becoming rich, he did not forget his hometown and specially arranged for him and two other young people to enter the Knights.

He burst into tears of gratitude for this kindness.

Wharton is a good big brother, but sometimes he is too greedy.

It was a serious crime to put one's hand into the emperor's purse.

If exposed, Brother Wharton won't be the only one who loses his head.

Considering that in the eyes of others he was a standard Wharton associate, Mills couldn't help but persuade:
  "Brother Wharton, I always feel that something is wrong with this Roland. Brother, please take some advice and stop when it's time to stop."

"Why can't I see anything is wrong?" Wharton asked with a straight face.

Mills bit his lip and said, "He's acting too much like a playboy."

"Isn't it? A young man, relying on his pretty face and clever words, walks between Her Majesty the Queen, the Earl of Tyrone and his live-in girlfriend. Isn't he a playboy?"

Wharton snorted angrily: "Her Majesty the Queen must have been kept in the dark. I will report it to Her Majesty if I have the chance! This Roland will not be rampant for long!"

Mills wanted to say something else, but Walton raised his hand to stop his nonsense.

He had no choice but to leave sadly.

After seeing Mills off, Wharton came to the window, looked at the gray sky, and let out a sigh of relief.

Mills was right, but he only had partial information.

While Mills was following Rowland to gather intelligence, there were other intelligence agents gathering intelligence.

No one went to the Stanley Chamber of Commerce to investigate.

If Roland really wanted to investigate, he would always send someone to look for evidence.

Unless he's an idiot.

Although he was very disgusted with the new captain Roland and Earl Sif of Tyrone, Wharton never thought that they were fools.

In his opinion, these two guys were full of aristocratic arrogance.

And the disdain with which the old imperial people looked at the country people with their chins.

Deeply implanted in the bone marrow.

Roland may not have no doubts, but he is really busy and has no time to care about such trivial matters.

He not only had to appease his live-in girlfriend, but also had to serve Her Majesty the Queen. He even had to find time to comfort the lonely Earl of Tyrone late at night.

What is the charm of this piece of shit? !
  Wharton gritted his teeth and thought, the anger and greed burning in his eyes disappeared, replaced by pure jealousy.

After a long time, Wharton's negative emotions gradually cleared up.

After putting together several pieces of intelligence and what he saw during his own investigation, a complete picture emerged in Wharton's mind.

A young, handsome and talented writer, he impressed the young queen with his literary talent.

The Queen's new favorite has no idea how to run the Order, and no time.

Dealing with the skirts of three women has exhausted his energy.
  Wharton observed his new home at the house opposite Roland.

The furniture inside is exquisite and elegant. Even the white rose logo has not been erased. It looks like it was moved directly from the palace.

The poor queen was being manipulated by damn Roland, and she didn't even know that this bastard had such a wonderful private life outside of her.

Roland and Sif must pay the price!

Wharton gritted his teeth and thought.

They collaborated to deceive Her Majesty the Queen, which is a capital crime.

The burning jealousy in his eyes disappeared, replaced by anger and greed.

If enough evidence can be collected to report to Her Majesty the Queen, Roland will definitely be executed by Her Majesty the Queen who is angry for being deceived.

At that time, he, a meritorious official, will definitely be promoted. Deputy Head? The real leader!
  Wharton, who was in a good mood, hummed a light tune and began to think about how to report Roland.

But he had something to do before reporting.

Find someone you trust and go to the Stanley Chamber of Commerce to pay back the back wages.

Must be reissued in full!

Mills is right, you can't be too greedy at this time.

Compared with the progressive temptation of overthrowing Roland and being promoted to captain, the charm of money is not that great.

Power was a temptation he couldn't refuse.

This job should have been left to Mills, but this guy is getting more and more presumptuous and actually wants to teach him, the boss, how to do things. He must give it a try.

Let Mike do it.

While Wharton was sorting out information and formulating a plan, Roland also completed intelligence collection.

Don't use people with suspicion, don't use people who are suspicious.

Roland had absolute trust in the intelligence submitted by Raikkonen.

Without investigation, there is no right to speak. He attaches great importance to intelligence from the front line.

Raikkonen went to the Stanley Chamber of Commerce as an undercover reporter just a month ago. He worked there for ten days and had contact with many knights.

Raikkonen worked hard, was beaten, and finally found reasons to withhold wages. He had long been holding back his anger and wanted to expose this black-hearted chamber of commerce.

As a result, the report was severely rejected by the editor-in-chief, who was also prohibited from investigating further.

Fortunately, Captain Roland is here and he can uphold justice!
  After reading the information and asking a few questions, Roland looked up at Raikkonen and said in a deep voice:

"You did a good job, but it's far from enough to hurt Her Majesty the Queen."

The excitement on Raikkonen's face disappeared in an instant, and his whole person was wilted.

He regretted thinking about that article.

Just for the moment of pleasure, I almost got myself trapped.

Fortunately, Captain Roland has a lot of them and doesn't care about him.

The night after he was scolded by Roland, he ran to the library to borrow legal books unconvinced, and actually found special clauses.

Too gangster.

The Imperial Power Law ostensibly restricts imperial power, but it opens such a wide loophole for the emperor.

Raikkonen felt scared when he thought about this.

Her Majesty the Queen is a young girl after all, and the crime of slandering her innocence is too serious.

Of course he could argue that the article was not well-known and could not be used to convict him.

But it didn't work.

If the emperor finds you offensive, it is offensive.

Push it out and chop it!
  Seeing Raikkonen's trembling look, Roland couldn't help but want to laugh.

Raikkonen is very capable, but his personality is too out-of-touch and needs to be tempered.

Fortunately, there is the sword of Damocles, which is slandering the royal family, hanging above his head, otherwise this monkey boy would not be able to cause trouble.

When he was manipulated by special terms, he was filled with indignation; when others were manipulated by special terms, he was selfless.

After completing the intelligence collection and analysis, Roland quickly left and headed to the Earl's Mansion.

Night is approaching and the fun is about to begin.

Arriving at the Earl's Mansion, Sif, who was reading at her desk, saw him arriving and stood up happily.

She motioned for Roland to sit down opposite, and asked with a smile: "What's the class tonight?"

Roland put the compiled information on the table with a solemn expression.

"Tonight is intelligence analysis class."

Sif's eyes lit up.

She knew it was time to close the net.

Those who hurt the Knights and her will have to pay the price.

(End of this chapter)