The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 213 Lance and the Girl

"Oh! By the Dragon God! This roast meat is so delicious! I would gladly die for it!" Lance mumbled as he chewed on the seasoned roasted venison.

"Looks like another person has been won over by my cooking!" Roland smiled, and in his good mood, he personally cooked a meal to reward his baron.

"By the way! Your Highness? Why are you still living in a tent? Has the castle not been renovated yet?" Lance suddenly asked a very hurtful question.

“Um… it’s not a lack of manpower. In order to ensure sufficient food reserves for winter, I simply cannot arrange for craftsmen to repair and expand the castle. In fact, it has been suspended for about half a month!” Roland rubbed his hands awkwardly and blushed slightly, though it was not noticeable in the firelight of the night. Only Nyx, who was standing close to him, keenly sensed Roland’s embarrassment, but she did not say anything, only chuckled softly a few times.

"Um... well, you are truly a benevolent king! Come! Cheers to your health!" Lance, who had drunk a bit too much ale, was already somewhat tipsy. He vaguely raised the silver cup full of ale to Roland in a gesture of respect.

As the banquet progressed, Roland discovered that Lance, this usually elegant and noble nobleman, was actually a real slacker at the dinner table.

"Wow! Amazing! A few beers and you're this drunk? If you had even a couple of peanuts, you wouldn't be this drunk..." Roland reminisced about the fried peanuts he used to eat with his drinks while praising Lance's drinking capacity.

"Um... Lance, you're a bit drunk. Let me take you home to rest," Marcus said, quickly pulling Lance back as he looked at Lance, who seemed destined to embarrass himself.

"Your Highness, I'll take him back to rest first. Please excuse us! We apologize to everyone!" Marcus politely apologized to everyone and prepared to help Lance leave.

"Marcus! Let go of me! I'm not drunk! I'm still perfectly sober! I propose a toast to the happiness of the two princes!" Lance pushed Marcus's hand away and raised his glass. Upon hearing this, even Marcus could only obediently raise his glass as well. After all, toasting for the happiness of the two princes was a proposal that no one could refuse.

"Alright, we've already given our blessings to the two princes, it's time to go!" Marcus could tell that this guy was already getting drunk, and if he wasn't taken away soon, only the Dragon God would know what other shocking things he might say next.

"Your Highnesses, gentlemen, I propose a toast to the prosperity of Lagrange!" Lance once again raised his glass with lightning speed, so fast that even Marcus, who was a rank higher than him, couldn't stop him.

"Um... Cheers to the prosperity of Lagrange!" Marcus reluctantly raised his glass along with the others.

"Cheers to the health and intelligence of the children of the two princes!" Lance, completely letting loose, stood up, raised his glass, and shouted.

"Oh! By the Dragon God!" Marcus helplessly covered his eyes. He was really beyond saving his colleague, who was usually his best friend. This was a major social disaster.
"Baron Lance, isn't this a bit too advanced?" Roland asked cautiously, looking at the swaying Lance, afraid that the guy might get drunk and hit him on the head.

"For the beautiful and elegant body of the noble Duke Nyx..." Lance raised his glass to say more, but Marcus and Apophis Breo beside him covered his mouth with lightning speed. Fortunately, he was not allowed to finish speaking, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble.

Apophis Breo and Marcus exchanged a glance, both seeing lingering fear in each other's eyes. Dragon God! If Lance had actually said what he meant, King Roland would probably have killed that guy on the spot.

"Cough cough cough~" Roland was choked by Lance's words. Although he didn't finish speaking, Roland clearly understood what this guy was trying to say... He's asking for death!

“Your Highness!” Nyx gently patted Roland’s back and asked with concern.

"Slap!" Renault's chop silenced the restless Langston instantly.

"Your Highness, let me take him back to rest first..." Renault said awkwardly. The clever and wise Renault also understood the meaning behind it. He was afraid that if Lance was left here to embarrass himself any longer, King Roland would definitely kill the kid. Who knows what other shocking things he would say.

"Well, he's had too much to drink. Let him rest!" Roland was quite magnanimous about the embarrassing things he said while drunk and didn't want to argue with him. He simply instructed Renault to take him home quickly; otherwise, Roland was afraid he might lose his temper and chop him up if he said anything more. ...

"Ouch! Who attacked me?" Lance got out of bed at noon the next day. The hangover and Renault's chop to the neck made him feel extremely painful.

"Shouldn't I be attending His Highness's party? Why am I back? Ugh! It hurts!" Langston immediately put on a "pain mask" after slightly twisting his neck.

"Thirsty! Water! Water!" Langston, who had finally recovered, suddenly felt extremely thirsty and hurriedly groped for water on the bedside table.

"Sir, here's some water!" a soft voice called out, and at the same time, a glass of water was handed to him.

"Glug glug!" Lance grabbed the cup and drank it all in one gulp before noticing the person in front of him.

"Pfft!" Langston instantly transformed into a high-pressure water gun, spraying out a mouthful of water.

"Nina? What are you doing in my house?" Lance stared wide-eyed at Nina Bonn, who was dressed in casual lingerie. He was an upright nobleman who upheld the spirit of nobility and would never do anything like abducting women. A young girl appearing in his house dressed like this would surely attract countless rumors.

"Well, I just arrived here and have nowhere to go, so they had to arrange for me to stay here for the time being!" Nina Bonn said cutely, tilting her head.

"What? Who arranged for you to stay here?" Lance asked, looking completely bewildered.

“It’s that city defense officer! Since you went to the party and no one was looking after me, I had to go ask someone where I live!” Nina Bonn said innocently.

"Marcus!" Lance roared angrily. This guy had arranged for a young girl to stay in his house, and if word got out that a man and a woman were alone together...

……

"Are you sure Lance won't kill you if you do this?" Caslo looked at Marcus with a sly grin.

"Cough cough cough, he probably can't beat me, and it's for his own good. After all, he's the one who brought him back, so he's definitely responsible for his safety. Besides, being able to be with a spellcaster is already a great honor for that kid!" Marcus winked at Caslo beside him.

"Isn't she too small?" Caslo was a little worried about Nina Bonn's thin frame, which made her look like a child.

“I’ve asked around, and he should be around 15 years old. It’s probably due to frequent hunger that he’s underdeveloped. He should be fine after a while. Besides, I’ve already spread the word.” Marcus rubbed his chin and chuckled mischievously.

"Uh! I reckon he's going to challenge you to a duel with his sword..." Roland, who had just walked behind them, couldn't help but say.

"Your Highness." The two bowed respectfully.

(End of this chapter)