Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

"Everyone, cheers to our heroes!"

Natasha raised her glass and suggested loudly in Roy's direction.

Anna, Ballot, and everyone except Anbenal who was on guard duty followed suit, raised their glasses and cheered towards Roy.

"Do you have anything to say, Mr. Roy?"

She took the lead and drank the wine in the glass. She looked at Roy who remained silent and asked as if she had a premonition.

Roy stared at her for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "No, it's nothing. I won't bring up things that would ruin the atmosphere at this time. Miss Natasha, can we talk in private later? I have something to ask you."

Natasha did not refuse. She nodded, poured herself a glass of wine, raised the glass in front of Roy, and clinked it with his, as if she had agreed to the deal.

She also didn't want Roy to raise the issue in person. Because of the traitor and the raid, the rangers were exhausted and everyone was on edge. Roy's arrival and the rescue of Anna and Ballot were the only good news during this period. Natasha hoped to take this opportunity to let everyone relax.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and then were dragged away by Ballot and Anna respectively to attend the banquet until the two moons were high in the sky.

When all the team members left, Natasha's face was a little red. She was obviously a little drunk, but she was still sober. What surprised him was Roy. He drank as much as she did, but he was still like nothing happened. His face was not red, his heart was not beating, let alone drunk, he didn't even burp.

She sat down on the chair, looking at Roy who was sitting opposite the long table, and said with a smile: "I didn't realize that Your Excellency the Knight of Heng is so good at drinking? A champion like you, don't you participate in social events?"

Roy curled his lips when he heard this: "If you have been following the special tournaments in recent years, you should know my situation. My principle is not to accept any sponsorship, not to join any knight order, and not to contact any capital. Besides, even if I want to accept sponsorship, someone has to be willing to find me."

Not to mention the Supervisory Council, the Grand Knight Commander has a big vision, but it is not so big as to ask the person who ordered others to demolish his own house the night before to be the spokesperson of the Knights. Didn’t you see that she didn’t even come to the award ceremony? Didn’t she find someone to replace her?

There are quite a few shameless people in the Business Association. Even if they realize Roy's identity, they still want to cooperate with him. Some people have even proposed a whole set of publicity plans to Roy, such as "During the day, he is a highly-watched knight champion, and at night, he is a messenger of justice walking in the dark." They also want to make a movie with this theme, draw comics, release games, sell peripherals, and establish a super IP of the killer knight. Roy was so scared that he refused on the spot and solemnly suggested that they choose a fictional character and not go near the alleys where no one was. Otherwise, Batman might be reborn on Terra.

Roy waved his hand, looking like a man who never talked about his past achievements, and changed the subject back on track:

"Ms. Natasha, I heard some rumors about you on the road. Do you have any clues?"

Natasha looked as if she had expected this and asked, "Are you talking about my background?"

Unexpectedly, Roy shook his head decisively and said pointedly:

"No, background is not important."

A person's past can be changed, just like Roy, as a Blue Gold Lord of the No Helmet Alliance, he has a hundred ways to forge an impeccable past for himself, not to mention someone like Natasha who can become one of the Rangers' staff officers. They are professionals in intelligence warfare, how many punctuation marks can be trusted in the so-called past they spit out?

When Roy heard Barrot say that this information came from Natasha herself, he had already come to the most useful conclusion - in addition to the two versions of Natasha's past, that of the daughter of a border farmer and the daughter of a bankrupt businessman, there must be a third and fourth version. Roy didn't want to hear a new story here. For people like them, it was unreasonable to judge a person's present from his past.

What Roy really cares about is what is happening right now.

"The rumor I'm talking about is the reason for the dispute between you and Brutus."

If there is one thing that is the most authentic in the gossip information provided by Barrot, it must be this sentence: "Ah, not really. In fact, their relationship was not very good before this."

Their relationship did not begin to deteriorate when this ideological difference occurred, but before it.

This is something that everyone has seen, and it is not something that Natasha could have made up. The causes and consequences of the deterioration of their relationship are very intriguing. The upper-level rangers who need to work together have already had internal disagreements, and the situation has even reached the point where the lower-level rangers know about it. Under this premise, the third staff officer who should have been a mediator and arbitrator actually stayed out of the matter and let things develop in this way, which directly affected the current internal mole incident. This is all unreasonable.

Roy's intuition told him that if he could figure out the cause of the dispute, he would be able to track down the traitor.

But what Natasha said next caught Roy off guard.

"I see. This is what you are doubting."

A bitter smile appeared on her face. After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke:

"I think your investigation is going in the wrong direction. This matter should have nothing to do with the traitor. But since you have already asked, I might as well explain it directly so that you can eliminate this wrong direction. But please remember one thing, Mr. Roy, everything I say next must not be revealed to any ranger you know!"

"I believe you should have noticed that most of the members of the Forest Rangers come from two factions. The faction headed by me is composed of orphans who lost their homes and relatives in the war, and the faction headed by my father is composed of knights who retired from the front lines. But there is more than that. There is another person in the Forest Rangers who has a special status."

Roy had already guessed the man's name, and asked directly: "The third staff officer, Mikhail?"

Natasha nodded, but did not immediately pick up Roy's words. Instead, she suddenly changed the topic: "When you came to the ranger camp, you should have noticed the statue at the door."

Roy narrowed his eyes and repeated, "The great hero Robin Hood, the founder of the Woods Rangers, led the newly formed Woods Rangers organization to defeat the Ursus army in the Tenth Urka War. He was honored as the guardian of the forest. There are also many anecdotes saying that he was a knight, and the predecessor of the Woods Rangers was actually a gang of thieves he and his friends founded to rob the rich and give to the poor."

"Mikhail is his descendant."

Natasha said,

"If I represent the orphans (commoners) and Brutus represents the knights, then Mikhail represents the true ranger."

"And the reason Brutus and I had a dispute was because we discovered a secret."

“Robin Hood might be fake.”

Volume 1: Chapter 142 What do you want Mikhail to do?

Robin Hood, the founder of the Woods Rangers and the great anti-Ursus hero, his chivalrous spirit and his stories of robbing the rich and giving to the poor are widely circulated in Casimir, and his popularity is no less than that of the legend of "The Last Knight".

Although most people attribute Robin Hood's deeds to fairy tales in children's bedtime books, and even fewer people know his other side as a forest ranger and defender of his country, no one has ever questioned the existence of Robin Hood. He is like those famous figures in history books. Their stories may have been artistically processed and slightly distorted by the passage of time, but they definitely existed and left a strong mark on the earth.

Even Roy had never doubted the authenticity of Robin Hood's existence. After all, Terra was not Earth. Fairy tales on Earth, such as "The Little Mermaid", "Thumbelina", and even "Vampire", were mostly fictitious, but Terra was not. Agor, Durin, and the blood demons of the Sarkaz were all real people living on Earth. Those time-stopping games, treasures for immortality, and magical powers to move mountains and fill the sea all had real prototypes.

It can even be said that on Terra, the more outrageous something sounds, the more unquestionable its authenticity is.

So, when Roy heard the secret from Natasha, his first reaction was shock and questioning - did you make a mistake? You told me that we would eat Ursus's cannonballs tomorrow and I thought it might be fake, but Robin Hood must be real, right?

But despite being shocked, he also developed some trust in this information.

There was no need for Natasha to lie and waste her time here. Even if she was the traitor, there was absolutely no reason for her to deceive herself with this fake information.

Not to mention, the conflict between her and Brutus is real, and in order to cause a father-daughter relationship to have disagreements or even disputes, the news must be big enough and controversial enough! In short, the news that Robin Hood is fake does meet these two requirements.

After all, Robin Hood is the foundation of the Woods Rangers' army, and his stories and legends have always been a role model for the Woods Rangers to learn from. If the news that he is a fake is announced by two sufficiently heavyweight figures, the impact is self-evident.

To put it simply, this is like a scientist declaring that physics does not exist, the Pope declaring that God does not exist, the Prophet declaring that Allah does not exist, and the Lateran declaring that desserts do not exist!

The first one will lead to an alien invasion, the second one will trigger a religious war, the third one will be killed in a bomb, and it is hard to say what will happen to the fourth one, but that is the one Roy least wants to see. God knows how many dark dishes like cactus tarts the Laterans will come up with if desserts really no longer exist.

Roy immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He lowered his voice and asked seriously:

"Is the message true?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "If it wasn't authentic, would my father and I have a quarrel? It's because my father and I have verified the authenticity of this matter from our own perspectives that this is the reason for our dispute."

"Do you want to announce the news?" Roy asked again, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Natasha shook her head. “My suggestion was to keep the status quo, but my father insisted on suppressing the news completely.”

Natasha was not stupid. She knew that once this news was revealed to the lower ranks of the rangers, it would have a great psychological impact on the children who grew up listening to the story of Robin Hood. But she also believed that since she knew the truth of this matter, there was no guarantee that others would not know it one day in the future. Rather than letting future generations suffer from her current confusion, it would be better to simply treat this information as an internal secret of the three-person staff and pass it directly to each generation of staff officers.

In this way, it can not only ensure that other staff officers will have a reaction time and a set of emergency plans if the news is accidentally exposed in the future, but also ensure that the secret is only spread within the smallest scope at the moment and does not affect the general public.

But Brutus firmly disagreed.

Not to mention letting this information spread in the joint meeting, he even flatly rejected Natasha's proposal to tell Mikhail the secret. He wanted to kill the information in the cradle and not allow anyone to know it.

“Any uncertainty is scary.”

Natasha said of Brutus:

"In my father's eyes, this news was like a bolt from the blue. He did not allow any third person to know this secret, not even Mikhail."

Roy thought for a moment and said slowly: "Mikhail really shouldn't know."

Natasha immediately said, "Why? The three-member staff should have equal power."

Roy glanced at her helplessly and sighed.

This girl doesn't look stupid, why can't she figure out this kind of problem?

Robin Hood is fake. This is indeed a big problem and will affect many forest rangers who take Robin Hood as their role model, but this is an issue that needs to be concerned about in the future, not in the present.

But if Natasha really told Mikhail the information, the chaos in the Forest Rangers might have happened tonight.

"If you ask me, Mikhail should have known this information much earlier than you did."

Roy Road,

"You know what he represents."

Mikhail represents the Woodsman himself, he is "a descendant of Robin Hood".

No matter how outstanding, excellent, and strategizing he is, the biggest reason why he can become a staff officer without being a war orphan or a retired knight is that he is a descendant of Robin Hood.

Now you tell Mikhail that "Robin Hood is fake", what should Mikhail do?

Let’s not talk about whether he knew it or not. Even if he did, could he answer, “This is true. I knew it a long time ago.”? Then where does the legitimacy of his rule come from?

He pretends to be confused, or doesn't know, or simply thinks that the information is false. So what? You two already know the secret and can make it public at any time. This is equivalent to holding his handle. Wouldn't he feel resentful?

There are all kinds of factions in the party. Even in a militarized organization like the Woodsmen, there are Orphans Faction, Military Faction and Robin Hood Faction at the top. Now both of you factions have the leverage over the other faction, and that faction has no way to check and balance. Is he just going to sit there and wait to die?

Even if Mikhail was a little bit greedy for power and attached to his current position, Natasha's act of telling Mikhail the news could become the fuse that led to a civil war among the rangers.

No, the fuse may have been lit.

Roy narrowed his eyes and asked solemnly: "Ms. Natasha, besides me and your father, does anyone else know this news?"

"No, of course I won't tell anyone. This is information that can only be circulated among the three staff members at most." Natasha seemed to realize what Roy was worried about. Surprise flashed in her eyes, but she soon fell into the same contemplation, "Are you doubting Commander Mikhail?"

Roy didn't answer. He couldn't draw any conclusions yet.

Roy stood up and opened the door. The evening breeze blew on his body, which was refreshing, but it made Roy's strong body feel a little cool unexpectedly.

He said goodbye to Natasha and went to his room.

After daybreak, go meet the other party.

PS: I just want to say that I went to Guangxi with a few author friends and had a party, and what happened next was spread out.

It was a lewd party and some kind of ritual. Some people even sent me private messages asking me to exercise moderation and recommended a men's hospital in Guangxi.

Even the headline “The author of Hedgehog Cat is holding a group orgy party” has been typed out. That’s enough.

I can't do it anymore. I'm such a serious person, can't I have some serious happiness?

Volume 1: Chapter 143: A Special Love

Casimir, the Grand Knight of Kavaleriaki.

It was dawn again. Although it was not yet time to go to work, the streets were already crowded with people. On the branch road leading from the docking area to the Central Avenue, an unnoticed manhole cover suddenly began to vibrate, and then raised a small arc.

Under the manhole cover, a pair of dark brown eyes flickered. They looked around carefully, then waved to the person down the ladder:

"OK, it's safe, come on, Margaret."

When her name was called, Margaret's face flashed with helplessness and shame. She asked again with some embarrassment: "Uncle Tolan, do we really have to go up from here?"

The Sarkaz Ranger leader on the escalator turned around in surprise and asked:

"What else? Our Lord Knight Yao thinks that he can enter the Great Knight Territory openly through the quarantine gate, or is there another way that is safer than my escape route?"

"Escape route..." Margaret glanced at the dirty sewer behind her. Although she didn't encounter anything disgusting along the way, it still left a very deep impression on her.

But Tolan nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, it's an escape route. I wouldn't let ordinary people go!"

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and whispered the secret: "Don't tell me, this is a secret passage that even your uncle Maenna doesn't know about. Don't tell him about it in the future!"

Margaret nodded. Although she didn't know why, she had a hunch that her uncle might have learned about this secret passage in the sewer from someone, but since Tolan had said so, she would still keep it a secret.

But thinking about it carefully, she seemed to have had a lot of contact with the sewers along the way. She went there once in her uncle's place and again in Tolan's place. Should we say that the people of Casimir particularly like sewers? Or do you, the older generation, have a special liking for this place?

Without further ado, Margaret put on a mask and a construction helmet as a disguise, climbed up the ladder, and jumped onto the road with Tolan who opened the manhole cover.

Outside the narrow cave entrance is a spacious street. The bustling urban scene and the neon lights that are never turned off even during the day look particularly intoxicating. Margaret's feet finally set foot on this land that she has not seen for four years. She looked around, and her eyes were filled with the scenery of four years ago.

Four years ago, she had just won the championship and stepped onto the podium step by step, surrounded by cheering spectators. Four years later, she returned to her hometown and climbed out of the sewer step by step, surrounded by people holding up their mobile phones.

"Two people crawled out of the sewer!"

"There's nothing to take pictures of. They're just two sewer workers."

"You don't understand. Wait for me to add a title called "The Perseverers in the Dark" and then publish a paragraph about these two workers who started working before dawn and couldn't rest until dawn after a busy night. They were completely living in a dark sewer. I hope everyone will pay attention to the lives of sewer workers. Once this is published, it will definitely be a hot topic!"

"Is this true? Aren't there many workers like them in the Great Knight's Territory? I didn't expect you to care about them?"

"You know shit. I care about traffic. Besides, if I don't post it, no one will care about them, right? I'm doing a good deed."

Margaret: “….”

Looking at Margaret standing there in a daze, Tolan shrugged helplessly, stretched out his hand, patted Margaret's shoulder, and whispered:

"Don't just stand there, let's go. We still have things to do."

Margaret came back to her senses and glanced with mixed feelings at the audience who seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance from them. Finally, she nodded slightly and took a step forward.

She should have gotten used to it. When she was in Rhodes Island, Dr. Kal'tsit, after reading her file, told her bluntly that her previous actions were just the recklessness of youth. Even if her starting point was good, it would not bring any changes. After all, the power of an individual is meager in the face of the times.

But she still felt a little sad when she heard the whispers on the street.

But soon, she cheered up. She was Margaret, and the resentment in her heart would not stop her from moving forward, but would only motivate her to go further and further on her determined path.

Besides, I'm going home soon, so I have to put on a smile before seeing my sister and aunt, right?