in the name of the queen

Chapter 67 The irrefutable evidence
  Before the fruits of industrial civilization benefited thousands of households, few people liked the long and cold winter.

Winter in Sussex is not too cold, but it is extremely wet.

The mist that pervades the entire winter makes many people give up the idea of ​​going out.

At noon, the carriage left the Earl's Palace and headed towards the Royal Knights' residence.

In the carriage, Roland and the fully armed Knight of the White Rose sat face to face, silent.

Three sets of action plans have been formulated to handle any situation.

With clear and transparent intelligence and well-designed hunting traps, they really don't need to discuss it anymore.

The White Rose Knight's visor was at hand, his eyes slightly closed, as calm as water, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Roland was not nervous.

But he could understand Sif facing a powerful enemy.

If his guess is correct, Wharton will definitely jump over the wall and propose a duel of honor after the incident is revealed.

Of course they can refuse.

But this is an excellent opportunity to establish your authority, so how can you miss it.

Of course Roland can win if he takes action, but it goes against the rules of a knight's duel. Fighting with smoke bombs, throwing knives and other weapons in front of everyone in the Knights does not establish authority.

Although knights must master these high-end combat skills in the future, it is not now.

It was Sif who fought for Roland.

She will defeat Wharton in the most orthodox knightly duel.

Five hundred meters away from the Knights' station, the carriage slowly stopped.

Waiting on the roadside were private soldiers from the Earl of Tyrone under the royal banner.

Wearing light armor and equipped with muskets and bayonets, they are standard modern infantry.

After the formation is the cavalry nemesis.

Even if the Knights were really incited by Wharton, this elite infantry would be enough to suppress them.

If you don’t want to lose, be prepared to win.

So here they come.

With them came officials of the House of Heralds and senior censors.

They were invited to come and bear witness.

In addition, there is Raikkonen who is about to become the Silver Knight.

This kid is indeed a talent. Faced with such a tense scene, he is still laughing and joking.

After everyone gathered together, the team headed towards the Knights' station.

The old man guarding the gate was yawning out of boredom when he suddenly saw such a huge battle. He stayed where he was for a moment, at a loss.

He had never seen such a well-organized team, but when he saw the flags decorated with white roses, he immediately understood that this was the royal army.

The new emperor sent someone to see them!

The old guard suddenly remembered the instructor's scolding when he was a trainee knight, and his waist that was originally a little rickety suddenly straightened up.

He saluted Roland and others with a slightly unfamiliar knightly etiquette, and asked aloud the purpose of his visit.

Roland nodded slightly, stepped forward to return the greeting, and said in a deep voice: "Count Xif is here to visit you on behalf of the Emperor."

The old knight's whole body trembled with excitement.

It's really coming!

He knew that His Majesty the Emperor had not forgotten them.

The team slowly entered the camp. The children playing by the pine forest recognized Roland, but they did not recognize Sif, who was wearing a face armor.

They didn't dare to make any noise and stood obediently on the roadside, looking curiously.

After confirming that Sister Sif was not here, the expectations in the children's eyes gradually cooled.

They knew something was going on today and didn't dare to step forward.

Last night, the children's father, who was away on a "foreign training" mission, all returned to the camp. The family was reunited but also felt a little uneasy.

Wharton was slightly surprised when he saw the team heading towards the training ground from the observation tower.

Aren't you going to listen to the report in the comprehensive office building? Captain Roland is really good at putting on a show.

Wharton, who had already recognized the true nature of Roland's pretty boy, didn't think much about it. He walked down the observation tower, mounted the horse brought by Mike, put on his light armor, got on the horse, and prepared to meet at the training ground.

Before setting off, he was more thoughtful and asked in a low voice: "Mike, are you doing everything you want to do safely? Have you warned these bastards?"

"Boss, don't worry when I do things! I reminded them one by one that the letters of allegiance signed by them are still there."

After hearing the pledge of allegiance, Wharton breathed a sigh of relief, raised his riding crop, and galloped away.

After the late emperor completely released the Knights, the leader and the two deputy leaders reached a consensus and gradually turned the Knights into private property.

Since His Majesty the Emperor doesn't want it, it would be rude for them not to take it.

The three formed an interest group, made a blood oath to protect each other, and became in-laws.

Although the late emperor gave up the Knights, his salary was still paid on time.

Although there is a discount, the knights will not have to engage in heavy military training in the future, and their treatment will not be reduced too much. It stands to reason that there will not be too much dissatisfaction.

The three of them began to withhold their salaries and pretend to receive military pay, gradually reducing the knights' treatment.

Due to poor performance on the battlefield, knights now have no fiefs and cannot engage in other legitimate professions. They are locked into the knights and eventually become slave labor at their mercy.

In order to prevent the knights from backlash, the three gradually forced the middle-level knights to write letters of allegiance, and then they controlled the lower-level knights.

The Royal Knights became a private company controlled by three people.

Although the leader went missing at sea, the pattern has not changed.

With the letter of allegiance, Wharton is not afraid of the knights' backlash.

The gold and silver knights had the leverage and did not dare to resist. The bottom knights had no say and could only obey.

How could such a solid profit network be shaken by a pretty boy named Roland?
  Wharton came to the training ground quickly.

At this time, hundreds of knights and hundreds of royal private soldiers were already in place.

The knights were wearing clean uniforms that were usually kept at the bottom of the box, standing in line with expressionless faces, and their eyes were lifeless.

Seeing the empty eyes of these knights, Roland, who was standing on the podium, felt pity in his heart.

Power abhors a vacuum.

When the late Emperor Edward gave up the management rights of the Knights, it was natural that someone would lend a hand.

He just didn't expect these knights to be treated so badly.

fair enough.

The worse Wharton and Stanley suffered, the stronger the knights' will to fight after seeing the light again.

Only those who have been oppressed can know the beauty of freedom.

In Roland's eyes, they were not soulless knights, but revengeful warriors.

All they need is a ray of light in the darkness.

Roland looked at Sif's profile from the corner of his eye. The armor was so tight that he couldn't see his face clearly.

But her gauntlets were trembling slightly.

She is angry.

Roland shrugged, thinking of the tragic fate Wharton was about to face.

Sif doesn't know much about politics, but she is definitely not a vase because she is the Knight of the White Rose.

When a white rose blooms, its petals are always stained red.

With the blood of the enemy.

Wharton rode a tall horse into the training ground, circled the field like a show of skill, then turned over and dismounted in front of the high platform where Roland was standing, and stood elegantly.

He looked up at Roland, stood at attention and saluted.

"Captain, I have done everything you asked me to do!"

Roland nodded, took out the report letter that he had prepared long ago, and held it high.

"Wharton, someone has reported that you have committed five major crimes, including deceiving the emperor, withholding salary, falsely receiving military expenses, forming a party for personal gain, and bullying subordinates. The evidence is overwhelming, but you still haven't confessed!"

(End of this chapter)