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

Chapter 394, Section 386: Viewing and Imagining

"How could that be... Even if I had the will, I wouldn't have the ability..." Ruhr chuckled awkwardly.

Although Yunfeng's work area was located outside the city, its defenses were in no way inferior to those of Jiliu City. Thanks to its small size, Yunfeng used magic arrays to seal off and defend his magic plantation and monster chicken farm. Battle-grade defensive arrays, battle-grade attack arrays, battle-grade energy gathering arrays... this series of arrays was enough to make Yunfeng's plantation a place second only to Lulong Fortress in terms of defense.

“Even if you were given that place, you wouldn’t be able to take it…” Roland nodded in deep agreement, after all, it was a magic array set up by a powerful sixth-order sage, and an alchemist whose main profession was alchemy.

"There are 1000 fine iron spears here, imbued with magic: sharpness and armor-piercing!"

"500 steel shields, enhanced with durability and self-healing properties!"

"100 sets of fine iron plate armor, with added agility, sturdiness, and self-healing."

"500 sets of fine iron half-body armor, with added durability, self-healing, and shock absorption."

Ruhr patted the car next to him and explained to Roland, "Although the added abilities aren't many and are fairly common, the combination is quite good, making it a very practical piece of equipment." Stripped of flashy features, these primitive weapons and equipment exuded a faint chill.

"What are the remaining 25 trucks?" Roland asked.

"The rest are just odds and ends collected from the people; we'll sell them along the way," Ruhr said casually.

"That can't fit 25 carts, can it?" Roland knew his people's situation well; they were so poor they were practically urinating blood. How could they possibly produce 25 carts of unused goods?

"Yes, only two trucks were loaded; the rest were empty," Ruhr said.

“Alright, we’ll set off in a couple of days once you’re all ready. I’ll personally see you off!” Roland said.

“Thank you, Your Highness!” Ruhr said.

……

"How's the training going?" Roland asked Renault, who was covered in sweat, and handed him a glass of tea with ice.

"Glug glug~" Renault didn't stand on ceremony, casually took the teacup Roland handed him, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"The training is very good. They are all elite soldiers with a solid foundation. A simple training on the measures and formations for protecting the caravan will suffice," Renault said matter-of-factly.

"Then why are you so tired? You're drenched in sweat?" Roland asked curiously.

“I train myself, Your Highness! I’m always ready to charge into battle. My physical functions need to be kept at their peak at all times. Unlike you, who always has a large army protecting you when you travel and doesn’t have to go into battle yourself!” Renault was speechless. He almost pointed at Roland’s nose and said that it was easy for him to talk when he was not in the same boat. Roland, who always had the Knights by his side, was of course much safer than Renault.

"I suggest you get some training. The king can't just go to war all the time as a high-ranking knight..." Renault advised. After all, Roland was never a docile king. If Roland were a king who preferred to command from the rear, his personal strength wouldn't matter, since when he needed to go to the battlefield, others would come to the capital! But Roland was different! He was both incompetent and loved to play! His own strength wasn't much, but he was better than anyone else at leading troops into battle, and he even had the astonishing record of almost being defeated in one move... As a king with a history of such behavior, Renault was extremely worried!
"Not at all, not at all..." Roland waved his hand awkwardly with a smile. As the kingdom developed, the probability of Roland personally joining the army in battle was decreasing. After all, with the expansion of the kingdom, any mistake could lead to changes in the kingdom. So, it was highly likely that Roland would not have the opportunity to appear on the front lines. "But it's not necessarily true..." Roland suddenly thought of the dragon egg whose life force had been mostly restored. How strong was the bloodline of a dragon egg born from the union of a spatial silver dragon and a golden dragon? Perhaps only the Dragon God knew. If Roland became a dragon knight, he could still go to the battlefield and have some fun. After all, the self-preservation ability of a dragon knight was incredibly strong. If Roland wanted to leave, basically no one could stop him.

"Take a good rest these few days. You can't get such a good environment when you're traveling." Roland patted Roland on the shoulder and said.

“Yes, I will inform the soldiers.” Renault nodded heavily. As far as he knew, although there weren’t many dangerous places along the way, it was still necessary to be cautious when opening up such a trade route for the first time.

……

"You went to see them?" Nyx gently hugged Roland.

“Yes, they’re leaving in a couple of days. I’m worried, so I have to go and see for myself!” Roland picked up Nyx and placed her on his lap.

"Mmm~" Nyx let out a sweet cry, her eyes full of spring, but she quickly suppressed her restless heart and gently removed Roland's hand from her conscience.

“Remember to write a letter of credence, hmm…it’s not easy for them when they’re traveling, hmm…hmm! In case they get into trouble with the local lord…” Nyx added while shifting uncomfortably.

"Stop it, it's not convenient today..." Nyx said shyly.

"Uh..." Roland's anger vanished instantly, and he could only hold Nyx listlessly, his eyes filled with a hint of sullenness.

"Hehehe, don't be like that. If you're really feeling unwell, I can ask the maids to help you." Nyx said sweetly, nestled against Roland in his arms.

"Never mind..." Roland sighed helplessly. Although the two personal maids were nice, Roland had no intention of taking advantage of them.

“Yes, I can call them if needed,” Nyx said softly.

"Go to sleep..." Roland, on the verge of tears, could only suppress his anger and get into bed, leaving Nyx snickering at Roland.

……

"Hmm...so early?" Nyx pulled Roland's arm and hugged it to her chest, her eyes still a little sleepy.

"Hmm, I need to go see if Yunfeng has anything to attend to. The entire kingdom's administration rests on his shoulders; he's under immense pressure." Roland chuckled, gently rubbing Nyx's cheek. He too felt the burden on Yunfeng was too heavy. Unfortunately, he had few capable administrators. Lance, though capable, was of minor noble birth and couldn't manage the kingdom as effectively as Yunfeng. Therefore, only Roland, a transmigrator from the future, could help Yunfeng. Others either lacked the ability or the time. Even Nyx, the only one with both ability and free time, was unwilling to get involved in politics because he wasn't officially married…

Just think of poor Yunfeng, who started as a screwdriver and is now the emperor's secretary—how could a donkey from a production team compare? Roland will definitely reward Yunfeng with a huge fiefdom someday… Dream on! How could a future prime minister be sent to a distant place? Yunfeng is destined to be a court noble!

The ruthless Roland secretly grumbled to himself, while poor Yunfeng had no idea that her future fate was being decided by the unscrupulous king.

(End of this chapter)