in the name of the queen

Chapter 78 What you don’t have is people
  Under Roland's coercion and inducement, the Knights reached an initial unity of thought, and the next step was to gradually improve their equipment and tactics.

While the interrogation continues, large sums of money have been seized from Wharton and Stanley.

With money in hand, Roland decided to go out and purchase it himself.

Between a buyer's professional ethics and believing in himself, Roland chose to believe in himself.

Now that you have money, what should you buy first?
  Between muskets and alchemical weapons, he chose alchemy.

Because alchemy has an immediate effect on improving combat effectiveness.

Musket training takes time and is not well suited to knights.

The Knights of the White Rose are all regular knights with outstanding equestrian skills and good fighting skills. Being a musketeer is somewhat of an underachievement.

Recruiting a group of brave but poor farmers from the countryside can also serve as line infantry. Using knights who have received formal training for more than ten years to play with people and line up to shoot them is a waste of resources.

The commander who made such a decision should be dragged out and shot.

In Roland's view, the Cavaliers' greatest advantages are still their mobility and organization.

As long as they master a variety of combat methods, they can immediately improve their combat effectiveness.

The more than two hundred members of the Knights, excluding a few old men who resist change, are the backbone of the future overseas legions.

Roland would rather expand an army with them as the core, and he would feel bad losing one of them.

It is more of an officer training corps than a knighthood.

Musketry training is time-consuming, noisy, and slow to produce results. Roland does not intend to waste time and financial resources on this before going to sea.

Alchemical weapons are different.

This stuff is easy to use and works great.

The knight approached the enemy from behind at super high speed, and then threw out an overwhelming barrage of explosive bombs and smoke bombs. The scene was really brutal.

In addition to alchemy, Roland also plans to teach them how to use flying knives.

Compared with muskets, cold weapons like throwing knives are easier for traditional knights to accept.

Roland knew that they were still resisting in their hearts, so he didn't plan to go all out at the beginning.

As long as you are willing to try, you can take your time with either throwing knives or muskets.

But alchemy is not good, this must be mastered immediately.

Alchemy weapons can be called the individual grenades of this era, and they are also multi-functional grenades.

In addition to weapons, he also plans to purchase a batch of magic equipment from the Magic Association.

It doesn't have to be expensive, just enough to provide some protection against bows, arrows and muskets.

Magic is different from alchemy. This thing requires a lot of talent.

If you can't get started at the age of fifteen, you are basically hopeless for life.

Magic is an industry with strict barriers and strict hierarchies.

Although there have been magic apprentices in history who mastered the heaven-destroying forbidden curse, in most cases the magician level represents strength.

The basis of alchemy is magic, and it also processes magic props, but the threshold is much lower.

The Magic Association was the last stop, and now he was going to the alchemy workshop.

When I rushed to the "Little Pudding" alchemy workshop that I frequented, I found an eye-catching note on the door.

"The boss has made enough money to go back to his hometown and marry a wife. The store is being transferred. For business cooperation, please move to the Baker Street Alchemy Workshop."

Wait, why have you earned enough?

Thinking of this small but reasonably priced alchemy workshop, Roland was a little reluctant to leave.

Is it rare to encounter a shop that operates with integrity in this time and space, and end up making enough money to go home?

Although it is a bit regretful, the purchase must continue.

If it was a month ago, Roland would never have gone to the Baker Street Alchemy Workshop.

There is a troubled woman there.

Although he had never met him once, his sister recommended him at least three times.

She is the girl whose sister said she has big legs and a big butt, and is definitely fertile.

Roland was quite resistant to blind dates or anything like that.

Fortunately, a prosperous life cured my sister's illness.

Ever since Roland got the essay prize, Sister Lisa seemed to have forgotten that there was such a person in the world and kept silent about it.

Seeing the advertisement on the small note at the door, Roland's curiosity was piqued.

My sister is a pragmatic person. She would definitely not introduce a girl that Roland couldn't reach at that time, nor would she introduce her casually.

If a bit of family affection filter were added, Miss Elizabeth might be in better condition than he was at that time.

Of course, he was there to purchase military supplies for the Knights, and he was just there to gossip and stuff.

The Baker Street Alchemy Workshop is not on Baker Street, but on Rock Street.

It’s not that the Alchemy Workshop moved, it’s just that the administrative zoning adjustment turned Baker Street into Rock Street.

Neighboring residents didn't buy it, and they still called themselves Baker Street lads.

This kind of baseless and indiscriminate name change has no meaning except causing trouble for the post office to deliver mail.

Roland also heard colleagues at the post office complain about it more than once.

With great curiosity, Roland walked into Baker Street called Rock Street. This is a clean and tidy street, much cleaner than the slums where Roland once lived, but much worse than Belfa Street, a high-end residential area.

There are many shops of various kinds on both sides of the street.

Most of the people walking on the street are neatly dressed.

Some men have nimble legs and feet, but they still carry a civilized stick. Some ladies dress seductively and try hard to maintain what they think is elegance, but they lose a lot of points due to the smell of inferior perfume that hits their faces.

Roland looked at these guys trying to pretend to be classy, ​​and suddenly thought of a word.

Petty bourgeoisie.

This word is very appropriate to describe them.

Roland wore ordinary casual clothes and walked casually on the street.

He knew very well that for a true aristocrat, elegance was engraved in the bone marrow. Without three generations, it would be impossible to cultivate that kind of outstanding temperament that is difficult to describe in words.

These people are far behind.

He quickened his pace and found the alchemy workshop.

Pushing open the door, the sharp-eyed clerk came up and greeted me warmly.

"Sir, please come in. Are you here to buy finished products or custom-made props?"

Roland was a little uncomfortable with the clerk's enthusiasm. He calmly took a half step back and asked casually:

"I want to take a look first. My sister has a friend named Elizabeth. Can she introduce her to me?"

"Your sister is."

"Imperial Post Office Lisa." Roland said casually.

"Since he is Miss Lisa's brother, please come up." A hoarse voice came from upstairs.

Now that the alchemist had spoken, the clerk naturally did not dare to neglect and led Roland to the stairs and let him go up by himself.

The second floor is the alchemist's area, and no one else can go up there casually.

The clerk was a little curious, where did this young man come from?
  Roland soon met Miss Elizabeth.

His curiosity was fully satisfied.

To be fair, Elizabeth's conditions are indeed good. As an alchemist with a formal license, although her appearance is not as good as Lisa's, she is still a beauty among ordinary people.

The body is plump, but a little too full.

The skin is fair, but somewhat unhealthy.

Roland complained silently. His guess was correct. Having been dealing with various heavy metals all year round, the alchemist's health was very problematic.

Miss Elizabeth's beauty is like a mirage, disappearing if you don't say it.

It's not that Lisa tricked him, but that his sister didn't understand alchemy at all.

In her eyes, the female alchemist is fair-skinned, beautiful and has long legs. She is also a good person. Of course, she would be a good match to introduce to her younger brother.

Looking at Roland's handsome appearance, Elizabeth suddenly thought that Miss Lisa had wanted to introduce her to her brother. This must be him, right?
  He's quite handsome, but he doesn't look like anything special.

Handsome people cannot be eaten, just like beauty cannot be maintained forever.

She couldn't hold onto such a handsome boy.

With just one glance, Elizabeth knew that Roland was not her type.

The quill in his hand landed lightly on the table.

"You are here"

"To buy something, here's the list."

Roland said quickly: "For my sister's sake, can I get a discount?"

"Well, let me take a look."

Elizabeth picked up the list and looked at it for a few times, then said with a smile: "Your purchase volume is so large, do you really only need a small discount?"

Roland instantly understood that this guy was asking if he wanted a kickback.

"Yes, as long as you get a discount."

"I can give you a 10% discount on the friendly price." Elizabeth handed Roland the price list.

Roland stood up directly, picked up the shopping list and walked out.

10% off? That's it?
  What a friendly price, it’s obviously a familiar price!

Sister, sister, how can you be fooled by a girl's beautiful appearance and introduce this kind of girl to her?

Fortunately they never met.

Roland quickly left the alchemy workshop and went to find the next workshop.

There's something outrageous about the way Baker Street Workshop is marketed.

The selling price of his products is already 30% higher than that of the previous "little pudding" workshop. On this basis, it is only a 10% discount, so it is still more expensive than the original price.

What a trap!

If you don’t sell it, some people do, so what’s the air?
  Seeing Roland leave after a disagreement, Elizabeth stamped her feet angrily.

Not buying it, right? All the workshops on this street are priced at this price, whether you like it or not.

If you don’t buy it, others will, so why are you so arrogant?
  (End of this chapter)