In an instant, both rage and exhaustion disappeared completely from Heinrich's face.
He stood up without a word, blocking Dalton's path.
Dalton was keenly aware that when his eyes fell on his shoulders, his eyes became extraordinarily cold. He didn't know the specific reason, but this didn't prevent him from taking advantage of it: "You seem to like this thing very much, so I can't give it to you as a gift. However, it is not difficult to build a similar flower with your financial resources, right? Lord Inrich."
The sound of the tide rang in my ears again.
"Then congratulate sir in advance." Heinrich replied coldly, "I hope you can find enough suitable tailors to embroider it on the cloak as soon as possible."
But don't lose your life too early, you don't even have a chance to embroider it.
Dalton read his subtext, the smile on his face faded a little, and he turned the flintlock. Heinrich had dodged the shot on the night of the mutiny, but now he had no horse to replace him.
"Enough." Before the shot was fired, Adele, who was watching, finally said, her voice was soft, "Go out, Mr. Heinrich. I have something to say to Dalton."
This time the queen didn't say "get out", but Dalton was happy to see that the effect of those words was still similar to slapping Heinrich's face.
When the two passed by, they saw undisguised hostility and murderous intent in each other's eyes.
"Your mentor seems to want to kill me." Dalton closed the door with his backhand, held the gun, and walked in briskly, "Everyone says that students will learn what they are best at from the teacher. Tell me, Is that so? My dear Her Majesty."
"Mr. Dalton." Adele didn't answer his question, she frowned and looked at him, "Can't our Imperial Marshal even afford a better doctor?"
"I've got to show my rose-maker, what good has the bitter thorns on her rose left me?" Dalton replied sharply, with a resentment he didn't realize.
Adele raised her eyebrows slightly.
Her eyebrows are not as soft as those of ordinary noble ladies. The tips of her eyebrows are long and thin. When she raises her eyebrows, it feels like a thin blade of a knife.
"Come here," she said, "come closer to me."
She used her usual commanding tone again, but it had her own soft and sweet tone... Doesn't she have the soul of a creature that witches like spiders love? No matter when, she always has a way to touch a man's nerves, controlling him with an invisible thread.
After a stalemate for a while, Dalton still walked over, although his eyes were still cold.
"You must be the stupidest knight." Adele said softly. "There is no smart guy who will let a girl stand up and check his wounds."
"This is a good thing done by your future husband's brother."
Dalton blurted out as he knelt on the cushions in front of the Queen's chair and found his anger rising again.
"When he kneels before you, does he perfectly meet your criteria for a good knight?"
Adele closed the book and put it aside.
Her index finger and thumb pinched Dalton's chin, and Dalton clenched the gun reflexively. He had never been in the habit of exposing his throat to others, but Adele's strength was gentle but undeniable. She leaned over the wound on his face, hair falling to his shoulders.
"You seem very angry with me."
Adele presses his cheekbones with a potion-soaked handkerchief—a handkerchief that had been set aside long ago. The coldness on the handkerchief penetrated through a thin layer of muscle and penetrated into the burning bones.
"Are you blaming me? Why?"
Anger, tempered a little by the coldness of the handkerchief, flared up again, and Dalton pushed her hand away.
"Why?" Dalton was angry and angry, "You set a trap yourself, why are you asking me now? Didn't the rumors come from your order? Didn't Heinrich's actions come from your order? Didn't you Are you already thinking about how to get rid of my knife that I no longer need?"
"yes."
Dalton didn't realize what she said at first.
Until Adele put the handkerchief on the side table, she no longer sat sideways, which was a more casual posture, but turned around and sat like she was sitting on a throne, with her hands folded on her lap . A pair of magnificent eyes looked down at him.
"If you must know," Adele said clearly, "yes, it's me."
"Then you should kill me. Anyway, since you have reunited with your mentor, the Heinrich family, famous for the 'two-headed snake', can't find one or two poisons that can kill people?" Dalton said sharply.
"Because Roland needs a general." Adele replied, "A general who is good enough to meet the army of the Root Empire. Apart from you, there is no other soldier who can afford it."
OK, so it was for this.
Dalton felt like a complete fool for blurting out in the studio that he would lead the fleet for her. She was just waiting for this sentence. She clearly wanted to let herself see the picture of her and Prince Arthur together.
"Yeah!"
Dalton almost jumped up from the ground, pacing the hall furiously.
"Why don't you just smash my bones and suck my marrow?"
The gun is in his hand, as long as one bullet, everything can end, and his army is enough to allow him to control the capital of the empire in the shortest time. The summer palace is full of his subordinates, no one can break in to save her, as long as he pulls the trigger, as long as he points at her... then everything can be back on track.
Anyway, he is not a loyal knight!
Adele looked at him without saying a word.
He drew his gun and aimed it at her.
The muzzle of the gun was pitch black, and the body of the gun lingered in the breath of blood and death. The two sides faced each other for a long time. For a while, they stared at each other like two wolves. But no one spoke.
"Hold."
Dalton cursed and dropped the gun.
He threw himself on the queen and kissed her like a bite. This femme fatale with rose eyes and a heart as hard as a stone.
So soon, he tasted blood in his mouth again.
Adele slapped him mercilessly again, on the injured cheek. Damn it, she'd find a sore spot, Dalton fell off his horse and hit his head during the day, and at this moment, he was dazed again by her fierce, angry she-wolf slap.
He had to let her go, spat blood on the carpet next to him, and sneered: "You should get used to my face, right?"
"You deserve this palm." Panting slightly, Adele picked up a stack of documents from the table, "On that night, I wanted to give it to you."
"It's difficult for you to endure until now, you can give it to me at that time, and I can send you to Whitehall Prison at that time!" Dalton gritted his teeth.
Adele threw the stack of documents on him, and the papers were scattered one after another. One of them passed before Dalton's eyes, and a name on it caught his attention "Robert Dalton"... This is a document about him. instruments.
"I know you."
Adele said that the voice was no longer soft and sweet, and there was something terrible and something that people didn't want to touch.
"Before the mutiny, even earlier."
Dalton grabbed the piece of paper and saw clearly that it was a congressional impeachment document about him. The time was September 7, 1555. At that time, not long after the queen was crowned, there was a second conflict between the New Gods and the Old Gods in the country. conflict. At that time, the Old God Sect was prepared for the chaos of the handover of the throne, and the New God Sect was suppressed until it was difficult to breathe.
During that time, his life was not very easy.
It is a secret instrument, drafted by the House of Lords of Parliament, bypassing the House of Commons. It was delivered directly to the new queen, and logically, the queen at that time had only been crowned for a month, and it was almost impossible to fight against Congress.
However the queen dismissed it.
Dalton felt as if he had been punched hard in the face, unable to speak anything.
He squatted down to pick up other documents to see what was written on them.
Adele stood up and walked around him.
"What do you care about?" she asked softly. "You think I don't know what you care about? Civilian, it's a painful mark on you, isn't it? You feel how unfair you are, I can't deny that , At least as far as I know, there are at least a dozen people who are stepping on your military exploits. I know what this country is like as you do."
Adele raised her head, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.
"When I was eight, I saw my mother go to the guillotine. When I was nine, I was thrown into the lake by my father's mistress. I was stripped of my princess status when I was thirteen. Exiled... I know as well as you what this country is, powerful and empty, glorious and corrupt. Discriminatory, critical, oppressive."
Her voice was so calm, as if the person who walked the bloody road was not herself.
"I don't like it the way it is, and I'm determined to change it."
Therefore, there was the first fair and strict queen in Roland's history.
"I hope that all talented people, regardless of nobles or commoners, can be reused. I hope that all those who have fought bloody battles can get the awards they deserve. I hope that I can do all this, at least I can work hard Do all of this." Adele opened her hands and stared at them, "Whether commoners or nobles, they are all my people."
Dalton smoothes a paperwork.
In July 1556, Queen Adele vetoed the parliament's proposal to let an earl take over the defense of the port of Cohemia, and insisted on nominating him to entrust this responsibility.
"I haven't seen you." Adele said, "but I watched you, I know all the battles you participated in, I know all your hidden talents, I know you want to prove that the common people are not inferior to the nobles, I Give you what you want, and earnestly hope that you can walk on the thorny road more smoothly. For this reason, I will not hesitate to veto Heinrich's request and create a gap with him."
Adele squatted down slowly in front of Dalton.
There were papers scattered around them.
"I let you participate in the military exercise, I want you to be the Marshal of the Empire, which is what you deserve." She picked up a piece of paper from the ground and put it in front of Dalton's eyes, "However, it seems that you There is a way to get it myself."
A letter of commission for the Reichsmarshal dated 15 July.
Adele was still smiling.
Dalton would rather she slapped himself again now, and it doesn't matter more.
"Look, what have I got?" She seemed to be asking him, and she seemed to be asking herself, "Look, how many times have I given you a chance, and what have you done? It's you, not me, who are obsessed with words."
She finally stopped hiding those deep-seated hatred, and her eyes were fixed on his.
Dalton found himself so sorry, so afraid to see the hatred in her eyes.
"Give me-"
"Get out, get out, go."