My Heroic Life

Seeing Roland's excitement, the old man couldn't control himself, and his entire face flushed sickly. He walked up to Roland and leaned forward and said, "William, the fourth head of the Knights Templar, reports to you."

"It's you, it's great that you are alive, William."

"I also think that I can live to the present. It's great to see you again with my own eyes, my lord, but before recounting the past, please let me have a few words with the impolite brats."

The old man raised his head and turned to face the judge sent by Frank. The kindness on his face was swept away, but instead he was arrogant.

"Smelly boy, why are you standing here if you don’t go back? Go back and tell Frank, don’t play tricks, there are too many immortals like me in the Knights Templar, we are not afraid of anything, we don’t respect the older generation. It will put the trial court to shame."

Under William's anger, the whole venue became noisy again. The Templars, a low-key organization that has almost always been out of the court affairs, made a high-profile voice this time, which broke the balance of power between the two sides, and it was Roland in terms of morality. Fang dominates.

After all, everyone is old, and no one wants to bow to young people when they are old. Gradually, public opinion began to fall to Roland's side, and many upright judges spoke and condemned.

"Go back, it's really impolite."

"You need to learn how to respect others."

As the condemnation was increasing in the crowd, a shout came from afar.

"Jeff, what are you doing!?"

In an angry shout, a middle-aged blond man came from a distance. He asked the people on the edge of the crowd what had happened, and then walked in front of several people.

"Jeff, you idiot, I asked you to invite Mr. Roland to the stage to see what you have done."

The visitor was Frank, the current Chief Judge. He scolded Jeff who was standing in anger at this moment, then turned to face Roland and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Roland, I'm really sorry, I don't mean anything disrespectful. This is a misunderstanding. I originally wanted to invite you to the stage to introduce you to everyone. I didn't expect it to be like this."

Roland looked at the man in front of him and understood that this matter could only end here, and when he pursued it further, he turned into bullying. The young man smiled at this thought and waved his hand generously:

"No, it's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. The presiding judge Frank doesn't need to blame himself. So does Mr. Jeff."

What happened after that was a smooth journey. Roland was invited to the stage by Frank to give a solemn introduction, followed by a euphoria of cheap flattery, and then Roland's speech. The youth spoke highly of the current court, and then There was a business talk to Frank, and the whole banquet ended successfully in this episode and the flattering meeting that followed.

Roland walked out of the banquet hall with a big smile, seeming to be very satisfied with the banquet. He waved goodbye to Ziegfei and the others and entered the car. The smile on his face gradually disappeared and became a little gloomy.

He recalled the entire banquet, knowing that if Joan and Marda had not come forward this time, and the help of William the Templar, he would have been quite embarrassed, and now Frank, the chief judge, would let him He has a bad feeling.

Chapter 84 We want to give you a dress

Roland quietly thought about the people he had seen during the banquet and the information he had collected in the car, until the two saints who were traveling with him got on the car, the Vatican’s exclusive magic attire-like extended sedan started, and the three of them set off on their return journey. .

It seems so, but in fact the three of them did not go home directly, but drove to an address in the terminal. It was a secluded place on the bank of the river. It was originally away from the residential area, and it was a pedestrian in the dead of night. You can't see it, it's a prime location for gangsters.

Of course, Roland, who has been driving so far, is naturally not going to do anything black and white. He looks out from the car window. At this time, under the dim light by the river, an old man is sitting on a bench with his back facing him as if watching. The night scene was the head of the Knights Templar, William, who had come forward to help Roland at the banquet.

Roland walked out of the car door upon seeing this, and glanced back at the two girls. Joan and Marda were very sensible and did not keep up. They knew that they were going to reminisce about the past. It was disappointing to appear at this time.

The young man smiled apologetically at the girls and walked towards the old man by the river.

"Master Roland, you are here, don't you let the ladies get out of the car to let the wind pass?"

"Forget it, let's reminisce about the past, what do women participate in."

Roland pretended to be a big man while the two saints were away. He sat on the other side of the chair and asked first, "How many people are left?"

"You know, there are more than a hundred people left."

"..."

The young man couldn't help being silent when he heard the words. The number was lower than he thought.

"My lord, most of us are apostles, and our life span is not comparable to that of heroic spirits, and many people still have old wounds from long-term battles."

"Yes, I know."

The young man with long black hair said in a loud voice, took out a cigarette and took a deep breath.

"You haven't quit."

"Can't quit...no, not necessarily."

Roland looked back at the luxury car on the side of the road, then turned around and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Everyone is very good, but after the war, we people got a big deal, and all the mixed ones are like people."

"I heard that Bruce was going to be the owner of the ship?"

"Yeah, Southwest Shipbuilding is a big guy. Not only Bruce, White, and Amal, all of them are powerful people on the news. Our Knights will also hold a banquet tomorrow, which is guaranteed to be better than the current court's Rauchi dinner Much taller."

Roland couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. It seemed that William was still brooding about Frank's attempt to insult him.

"You have a grudge."

"The Templars, you remember all your gratitudes and hatreds." William looked at the young man looking at the riverside scenery and said meaningfully, and then he was silent for a moment: "In fact, I just talked to them."

"Huh? You didn't say it earlier, what did they say?"

"I have talked a lot, but there is one thing everyone wants to ask, so let me ask as a representative."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

"Do you have a unified idea?"

"......do not talk."

The moment William said something, Roland's complexion changed, and the appearance he had expected gradually subsided, but instead he felt a little chilly on his face.

"How many years have it been, why are you still thinking about this, am I crazy or you are crazy?"

"My lord, if it hadn't happened to you, we would have succeeded."

"Success? I wouldn't agree at all."

"Not always."

Roland looked at the stubborn old man with a beard beside him, and said helplessly: "I don't understand, why do you always have this idea?"

William was silent for a long time, his voice hoarse: "I don't understand. We smashed down the ground inch by inch, and the blood was dripped down by us. Why should we give it to others after we win?"

"Who did we give these to? The country? The country was long gone at that time, the government in exile? The government in exile is just a bunch of soft guys who dare not get on the battlefield. If they can, why can't we? "

Roland glanced at William, who was gasping and full of dissatisfaction, and said helplessly: "We had to take into account the unity and intentions of the people of all countries."

"Haha, unity? Your sir, you haven't been back for a long time. I don't know about the opposition to the trial court and the European joint demonstration, right?"

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