in the name of the queen

Chapter 88 Have you ever experienced despair?
  Norton has been angered by Roland too many times, and now Roland's tough attitude calms him down.

His fingertips were trembling.

He knew that he was at a disadvantage.

Roland's need for him was far less urgent than his need for Roland.

This bastard boy had investigated everything before he came.

His embarrassing situation in the countryside, his daughter's scandal, and even his secretly hidden complete set of experimental equipment and his most proud work.

With such a disparity in intelligence, what could he do to resist?
  Roland's meaning was very clear. The only one who could suppress powerful officials was the imperial power.

If you join the royalist camp and regain power, the Finance Minister will lose power, and you can take revenge at that time.

Norton's eyes burned with blazing flames of revenge.

Instantly extinguished.

He is tired.

Just the day before yesterday, his unlucky daughter was still thinking about that playboy, and even wanted to give birth to the evil son in her belly to regain his favor.

Even if Shanina is a little bit better, he, as a father, will risk his life to seek justice for her.

But Shanina is an absolute waste.

A waste dominated by a love brain.

He knows his daughter too well.

Since you are a waste, let's live the bleak life that a waste should have.

Oak Town is the burial place of their father and daughter.

Norton shook his head tiredly and said softly: "Sir Roland, please come back. Norton's heart is dead. Those things are only kept as souvenirs and will never be used again."

Roland was a little surprised.

The old guy had clearly ignited the fire of revenge, why did it go out?

There seems to be room for improvement in Raikkonen's intelligence accuracy.

Since Norton refused, Roland didn't plan to say anything else.

He stood up and was about to leave when there was a loud noise outside.

what happened?

Norton frowned slightly, picked up the shotgun, and walked out the door.

Roland felt something was wrong and was worried that he would suffer a loss, so he followed him.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, before Roland could see what was outside, he heard Norton's heartbreaking cry.

A thin wooden board and a tattered white cloth.

Lifting the white cloth, a young girl of about twenty years old lay quietly.

Shanina is dead.

She made many mistakes while she was alive, and sometimes her father wanted to strangle her to death with his own hands.

But when she really died, her father's sky fell.

Shanina's death was not peaceful, and the marks on her neck were particularly hideous.

They didn't even bother to pretend they'd slipped and drowned.

Apparently, the haters didn't care about Norton's attitude.

Just as Norton burst into tears, Roland alertly saw someone in the crowd raising a pistol.

court death!

Roland drew his gun without hesitation and shot the gunman's wrist.

The surrounding villagers dispersed in a hurry.

Roland struck very hard, and then threw several flying knives, directly hitting the other two young men who had just shown a fierce look.

He took half a step forward, stepped on the gunman's chest, and asked coldly: "Who sent you here?"

The gunman struggled and made a "ho ho" sound.

Roland didn't give him a chance at all and asked sharply: "Is it Mr. Smith?"

"boom!"

Without waiting for the gunman to answer, Roland completed the shot.

It didn't matter who sent the killer, but Roland needed him to be sent by the Minister of Finance.

He questioned the other two young men again, also suppressed their answers with his voice, and then killed them on the spot.

All three attackers died.

Death has no evidence.

Now Roland said whoever sent it was whoever sent it.

Roland believed that his judgment was 99% correct.

These killers are not innocent anyway.

Killing for life is very reasonable. Roland did not comfort Norton.

A man's pain can only be licked alone, especially the tragedy of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away.

There is no empathy for this kind of despairing pain, and it cannot be resolved with such superficial words as "sorry and resignation."

But he knew Norton would follow him.

If this couldn't make Norton stand up, Roland would rather shoot him to save him from pain.

Roland calmly reloaded the pistol and stood by waiting patiently.

Surprisingly, Norton didn't cry for long.

There was even a bit of relief and relief on his face.

Roland looked at Norton out of the corner of his eye. There was no flame in his eyes, but just hollowness.

Underneath the void, there is still a hint of determination.

Just when Roland was thinking about how to wake up Wharton, he slapped himself hard and then shook himself to prop himself up.

It took almost all of his strength to stand up, his limbs trembling.

A gust of breeze blew by, almost blowing his rickety body over.

He looked at Roland and asked slowly: "Roland, did they recruit just now?"

Just when he was about to say the words, Roland suddenly became aware that the old guy seemed to notice something.

He said frankly: "Sorry, they didn't tell me. To avoid trouble, I took action."

Norton nodded silently and said softly: "The Minister of Finance did it."

Roland: "."

Why are you still rushing to answer?
  Norton's tone was bleak and sober, "If Smithson hadn't seduced my daughter, she wouldn't have ended up where she is today. The murderer was their whole family, the whole family!"

That's not wrong.

The source of the trouble was indeed the Smith family.

If Smithson only made a mistake, it was the Finance Minister himself who committed the crime.

Norton looked at Roland and said slowly: "Sir Roland, you are deeply trusted by the Queen, and you are shameless enough. You do have the opportunity to help me get revenge."

"From now on, the remaining half of my life is yours."

"I guarantee that the Smith family will all go to hell to report, I swear!" Roland responded immediately.

Norton breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Roland, please give me some time. I will leave with you after I finish handling my daughter's funeral. It's noon now, so there's still time."

"I'm here to help, too. I'm young and can dig a grave faster than you." Seeing that Norton was so reasonable, Roland naturally wanted to help.

However, Old Norton just shook his head slightly.

"You can't help me. Just wait for me outside. I'll be quick."

Roland's face changed slightly as he thought about what Norton was going to do.

The forbidden realm of alchemy.

大.
  He wanted to stop him, but he couldn't say a word in front of Norton's cold eyes.

Norton Sr. walked into the room holding his daughter's body.

Roland was guarding outside.

He observed his surroundings alertly.

Although the chance is low, what if the enemy is so crazy that he still has a backup plan?

Have to guard against it.

Roland waited patiently.

From noon to afternoon and into the evening.

Late at night, the stars dazzled Roland playfully, but the fog was too heavy and Roland couldn't see them.

This wait lasted a day and a night.

It wasn't until the next morning, when Roland was feeling hungry, that the door slowly opened.

There was a smile on Norton's tired face.

Next to him stood a beautiful girl.

Half of the girl's body is flesh, and the other half is made of mithril.

With his peripheral vision gradually looking downward, Roland was surprised to find that there was a thick metal shell between the girl's legs.

"It has been transformed into a power core. My daughter will never be coaxed by a smooth-talking man in the future."

"Nana, say hello to Mr. Roland."

Old Norton put his arm around his daughter's shoulders, and his kind eyes fell on his daughter's fair face.

Just like holding her and watching her when she was born.

(End of this chapter)