The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth

"Hmm! It's indeed an egg of a monster. It's rich in energy..." Roland wiped his mouth and finished his breakfast. Roland almost cried after eating a simple omelette. He hadn't eaten something like this for a long time.

"Woooooo~" The melodious horn sound came from the distance, and along with the sound of creaking and friction, all the gates of Rapid City slowly opened...

Civilians filed out with various tools. They would search for various supplies along the way with Rapid City as the center. Some civilians walked towards the Rapid River. They carried fishing nets and pushed carts. The entire Rapid City They have to supply most of the meat products. Perhaps it is because of the abundant fish. With the increasing number of civilians in Swift Current City, countless fish and meat products have been developed by the people of Laglan who are good at creativity. What are they like? Fish balls, surimi and bacon porridge, fish floss bread, etc., the fish products of the entire Swift River have given the people of Swift River City hope to survive.

"Hmm~" Roland stretched and walked out of the tent.

The soldiers that were once everywhere on the streets became sparse, and the rapid-fire infantry suffered a large number of casualties. The recruited light infantry were sent by Roland to the plantations and chicken farms by the river. The Knights went out to explore with the civilians early in the morning, and they shouldered the responsibility of protecting the civilians. Batania archers and Lagrand City guards were standing on the city wall patrolling, and only a few rushing infantry and Dovinian heavy swordsmen walking together could be vaguely seen on the street. This change has made Rapid City less solemn and more lifelike.

"Sir! Good morning!" Kaslo, who was waiting outside the tent, saw Roland coming out and stepped forward quickly.

"Good morning! Knight Caslo!" Roland said while brushing away the accumulated snowflakes on his shoulders.

"There are a lot fewer soldiers on the streets!" Kaslow looked nostalgic.

"It's good that the soldiers all have places where they are needed. Otherwise, they would just be idle in the city!" Roland smiled.

"By the way, sir, do you need to renovate your castle when you have time?" Kasluo gestured to the castle in front of him that was used as a warehouse.

"Don't worry, let's build a few large warehouses first! We can't just throw away all the supplies!" Roland smiled.

"Hehe! Look at my memory, I almost forgot, sir, I have given enough consideration! Sir, you are indeed the embodiment of Raglan's glory!" Kaslo slapped him with a rainbow fart.

"Haha!" Roland smiled, he is such a sycophant, but why do these words sound so comfortable?

"Your Highness! Do you have any plans for today?" Reno came to Roland's side at some point.

"There are no plans. Reinforce and renovate all the houses as soon as possible. Our people need warm houses, and let Ivy take her priests to patrol the city and treat the sick people. We don't have doctors or alchemists to provide them now." For their treatment, they can only rely on the light magic of the priests." Roland thought for a while and gave detailed instructions to Renault.

"Isn't this too wasteful..." Renault hesitated. After all, it is indeed a bit extravagant to use light magic to cure diseases, which is mainly about saving lives.

"There is no way. Without alchemists to refine various potions, we can only rely on priests. Let them work hard for a while." Roland said in a tone that left no room for doubt. We can't let wise man Yun Feng do this kind of work, right? Generally, trainee alchemists are responsible for refining various healing potions. Letting Yun Feng do the work would probably make him angry to death...

Roland and Kaslo wandered up the city wall and happened to meet Marcus and Lance on patrol.

"Your Highness!" The two of them saluted quickly.

"No need to be polite, Lord Lance thanks you for your bravery and fearlessness in this war. You led the rapid infantry to fight on the front line! You played a decisive role in the victory of the coalition! Therefore, I will confer on you the title of hereditary court baron! Kneel down. Come on!" Roland took out the Dragon-Slaying Sword and tapped Lance on the shoulders. After all, the conditions were limited and everything was kept simple.

"I hope you will fulfill your duties faithfully and live up to your heavy responsibilities! Don't slack off in the government affairs of Swift Current City!" Roland encouraged.

"Thank you for your trust, Your Highness. I will definitely live up to your trust. Wherever your thoughts are directed, my sword points!" Lance knelt down on one knee excitedly and said loudly. Although he is not a real baron, it is rare to have a palace baron. Yes, each has its own benefits. The court nobles are the nobles who have served the king for a long time. They follow the king. As long as the royal family is immortal, they will hardly fall, let alone the hereditary title.

"Marcus, you have served well in defending the territory and ensured the stability of the rear during the war. Now I will confer upon you the title of Lord! Kneel down!" Roland continued.

"Your Highness! Wait!" Marcus quickly interrupted Roland.

"What's wrong?" Roland asked curiously.

"I feel that my contribution is not enough to take on this title..." Marcus said with shame. You must know that he has been so successful in this battle. Not to mention the orcs, he didn't even see a goblin. , Marcus, who was guarding the Swift River City diligently, was always on guard against non-existent enemies, and it could be said that he had accomplished nothing.

"...If that's the case, let's canonize it together again in the future!" Roland looked at Marcus who looked ashamed and comforted him. On the contrary to Marcus, Roland felt that Marcus' contribution this time was not small. He was the one who kept the This is the last resort for people. There are really not many lords, but since he doesn't want it, he can keep it for now. After all, nobles can't be treated like cabbage. If there are too many, they will be worthless.

Looking at Marcus, Roland suddenly thought of Renault. That thing turned around and ran away after Roland proposed to give him a reward. According to the original words of a northern governor in the game: Don't let the glory of the nobility blind me. A soul filled with Holy Light! (Lei's original words) Roland was so angry that his mouth was crooked and his beard was slanted. Has the noble now become so lowly that people can look down on him?

"You guys go ahead, Kaslo and I will go around. You don't have to follow us." Roland waved his hand to stop them from following.

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"Caslow, look at how humble Marcus is! When I conferred the title of Lord on you, you didn't hesitate for a second and accepted it immediately. Why are you so immodest?" Roland joked about Caslow.

"How pitiful! Sir, I have shed blood for you! I have been loyal to you! You can't do this! Is it easy for me to fight all the way here and get the title of Lord?" Kaslo immediately said with a grimace.

"Well, that makes sense, so I won't cut my rank." Roland deliberately said with a straight face.

"What! Cut off the title? Sir, are you serious? You didn't kill the donkey like this, right? And I feel that my flying dragon knight is still of some use now, right?" Kaslo's eyes suddenly widened.

"That's right. At least it's an air knight. Why don't we wait until the gryphon knights are trained before cutting him off?" Roland muttered in a low voice.

"..." Kaslo.

"Report!" A galloping knight interrupted Kaslo and Roland's joke.

"What's going on!" Kasluo's eyes narrowed and his pupils shrank, then he flew up and grabbed the reins of the horse to pull back the rushing horse.

"Your Highness! Our people were shot by unknown creatures while collecting wild vegetables in the woods of the eastern Lagrand Plain!" the knight said quickly.

"Quantity?" Kaslo asked quickly.

"At least dozens of them!" the knight said quickly.

"Where are the rest of the people?" Roland's expression changed. He was the only one left in the group that didn't go to the East.

"The other knights are covering the retreat of the civilians! The creatures that attacked us did not chase us out of the woods!" the knight said quickly.

"Where are the casualties?" Roland continued to ask.

"No one died, all the arrows were shot into the shoulder blades! They don't seem to want to kill, they just want to expel us!" The knight thought for a moment and said.

"Centaur?" Roland and Castro looked at each other and told each other's guesses at the same time.