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

"Well? You've seen the two of them, haven't you?" Roland saw Nyx watering the flowers on the balcony, and Nyx winked at him and smiled.

"I've seen him. He's very handsome and should be quite useful." Roland nodded, gently embracing Nyx.

“I’m glad you’re satisfied. There aren’t many virgins of suitable age in the city. They are the best I could find! How can a king not have a personal maid to take care of him? I can’t be by your side every day…” Nyx said, leaning against Roland’s chest.

"I won't take them around. There's no place for pretty faces in the military camp..." Roland smiled. Although it felt good, indulging in lust regardless of the occasion would only bring about a catastrophe!
“Okay, I’ll listen to you. If you have the chance, go and take them in. That way, they’ll feel more at ease,” Nyx said softly.

"You don't mind? If you do mind, I can have only you..." Roland gently kissed the sensible girl. Although having multiple wives and concubines would be enviable, if Nyx minded, Roland could still dote on only one person.

“I don’t want people to call me a jealous woman! Taking a concubine for you is what I should do! You have your bloodline to carry on! The kingdom will not only need a legitimate son to inherit the throne, but also a son from a concubine to fulfill the duties of a nobleman…” Nyx said slowly, leaning against Roland’s chest. Roland’s current situation couldn’t be solved by her alone! The legitimate son’s throne needed the support of other powerful nobles. No one was a better candidate than the royal family who shared the same bloodline. The king was never fighting alone. Behind the throne were a large group of interest groups and noble groups. Nyx needed to consider her future son.

"Yes, I'll listen to you..." Roland said, moved. What could be more touching than your wife helping you take a concubine?
"Huh? Why did you put the emblem on someone's tailbone?" Roland asked curiously, holding Nyx. Usually, these kinds of marks that signify sovereignty would be placed in conspicuous places. Roland remembered that in the game, they were usually on the side of the arm or leg, and the most hidden ones were above the chest, so that people could see them at a glance.

“Who would bother to print a family crest that’s practically a slave mark on their person? Even a young lady has her pride…” Nyx shook her head helplessly. Was her husband crazy? Who would let their personal maid flaunt her family crest? It’s so embarrassing!
"Uh..." Roland was speechless. Okay, the game ruined me! It seems the game is because of the "censorship" gods, and in reality it's even worse...

"Usually they're printed on the very bottom of the abdomen, but those are bigger and require shaving, so I just print them on the tailbone! Anyway, these special marks that declare sovereignty are usually printed on private parts..." Nyx shook his head.

"Slurp..." Roland smacked his lips, wondering why he felt inexplicably excited.

"Are you thinking about something bad?" Nyx couldn't help but point at Roland, who was looking like a lecherous man, as he stared at him.

"Should I print one on you next time too? I'd like to assert my sovereignty over you as well?" Roland tentatively suggested.

"Tsk... to demote a Grand Duke to a female slave? Do you know that if that thing hits me, I'll be a female slave? You really dare to think that way! Aren't you afraid my followers will kill you?" Nyx rolled her eyes at Roland, her charming appearance almost making Roland punish this little vixen on the spot.

"By the way, could you change the names of those two girls? You know what commoners' names are..." Nyx's face fell as if he had thought of something.

"Pfft!" Roland immediately laughed. What were the names of commoners in the Middle Ages? Nothing more than cow dung, horse eggs, iron bucket... a series of bizarre and incomprehensible names.

“Okay! I understand! Our wedding will be held this winter or after spring planting next year! Get ready in advance!” Roland whispered the news to Nyx.

“Hmm…” Nyx bit her lip, her eyes were incredibly moist, looking both innocent and alluring, which immediately aroused Roland’s desire to conquer her.

"Stop fooling around, it's not dark yet..." Nyx turned her head away from Roland's kiss on her ear, and then opened the hand that was unbuttoning her clothes.

After giving Roland a disdainful look, Nyx straightened her clothes slightly and ran off laughing, leaving only her silvery laughter in the air.

"Sigh... I'll definitely give you a stamp next time!" Roland sighed helplessly, smelling the faint lingering fragrance in the air. "Go tidy up the study..." Roland looked at the beautiful figure running away with some regret, feeling a slight sense of loss.

……

"These books... what kind of nonsense are they?" Roland randomly flipped open one, and wow! The White-Haired Princess and the Seven Little Goblins? He opened another one, hmm... Flower Girl! Next one, The Little Dragon Who Sells Girls 9?

"...The score on the plain!" Roland had no hope whatsoever for the books that were the system's sign-in rewards.

"Ding-dong! Quest triggered—'The Little Dragon Who Sells Girls'!"

"Please find all the books related to the 'Little Dragon Selling Girls' series in the vast sea of ​​books. The reward for successful completion of the mission is: partial restoration of the life force of the mysterious dragon egg and unlocking the next stage of the mission."

"Holy crap! A mission?" Roland jumped up. The brain-damaged system, which had been dormant for so long, was actually moving again. Roland had almost thought that the thing was dead.

"Wait? Part of the mysterious dragon egg's life force has been restored?" Roland was taken aback, then he seemed to remember something.

"Tsk! My head hurts so much! It feels like my brain is growing!" Roland racked his brains but couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

Until Roland found the stone-like dragon egg while searching through the system space...

"This thing..." Roland took it out with a puzzled look, and then used the system to identify it.

"A dragon egg from countless years ago, witnessing the changes of history and the traces of time. Originally, it could never see the light of day again, until a weak king dug it out! (Absorbing some spatial power, this lifeless dragon egg actually regained a bit of vitality!)" the system clearly displayed.

"Pfft!" Roland spat out a mouthful of tea. The dragon egg... was alive! Was this dragon egg from Sauron? How could it come back to life? Last time it was completely dead! And what the hell does that "weak" mean? What does "weak king" mean? I'm weaker than your sixth uncle's cousin!

"Damn! Looking for books! The Little Dragon Girl! Here I come!" Roland plunged headfirst into the pile of books; the library, a full 500 square meters, was more than enough for Roland to play in...

……

"System... just kill me... this shouldn't even cost this much to sell for PGs!" Roland held up a stack of books in his hand, filled with grief and indignation. They were "The Little Dragon Who Sells Girls 1" and "The Little Dragon Who Sells Girls 2"...

"Damn it! Where did 3, 7, and 12 go?!" Roland almost spat out a mouthful of blood.