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

Chapter 395 Big Business

"Good morning, King Roland!" Bard smiled and waved to Roland.

"Where is Thorin?" Roland asked.

"He's up ahead! The dwarven caravan is ahead!" Bard shouted to Roland as he helped his men tidy up the wagons.

"Thanks! White Wing, let's go!" Roland said to King Akvia behind him.

"Follow up!" Bai Yi waved his hand, and more than a dozen carriages quickly followed behind him.

"What did you bring?" Roland asked curiously.

"Fur, smoked meat, and some secret medicine!" Bai Yi said casually.

Roland didn't continue the conversation, after all, it concerned someone else's secret. Although it might just be a low-value, basic potion for the Kingdom of Lagrang, it was a secret treasure for the Kingdom of Akvia.

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"Thorin!" Roland waved to Thorin.

"What's going on? Roland?" Thorin saw Roland and opened his arms.

"Hey! Brothers, are you guys ready?" Thorin patted Roland on the shoulder.

"Yes, my men brought quite a lot of supplies!" Roland said with a smile, pointing to the convoy behind him.

"Are you going to buy goods?" Thorin shrugged, intimidated by Roland's entourage; the dwarves had only brought fewer than thirty large carts.

"Hey! I smell metal! Are you trying to steal my business?!" Thorin was startled, never expecting that this human kingdom, which had once needed their support, would actually be selling weapons and equipment just like them...

Looking at Thorin's twitching eye, Roland couldn't help but sigh at the dwarves' straightforward character...

“They’re all basic magic equipment! They don’t overlap with your business!” Roland shrugged and said to Thorin.

"Huh? You have the ability to mass-produce magical equipment?" Thorin was completely stunned. He thought he was just a junior, but he didn't expect him to be such a big shot!
Roland gave an awkward smile. For a master like Yun Feng, this kind of basic magical alchemy equipment was just a piece of cake. Give Yun Feng some time, and this thing would just be a mass-produced assembly line product.

"Um..." Roland said shyly.

"Great! Do you accept orders? I have a big business opportunity here, would you like to do it?" Thorin was overjoyed and quickly grabbed Roland's arm.

"Um... let's talk this out, don't get physical..." Roland narrowed his eyes, and when he saw Thorin's beaming, gleaming eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched.

"Um... we want to modify the weapons of the Irubor dwarf army, to help us transform them into alchemical magical weapons!" Thorin stated his request.

"Don't worry! The price will definitely satisfy you! How about 100 kilograms of mithril! Modify five thousand sets of equipment for me!" Thorin held up one index finger.

"Deal!" Roland grabbed Thorin's hand. 100 kilograms of mithril plus 100 kilograms of refined gold, after smelting, could yield at least 150 kilograms of Sun and Moon Alloy! The value of that top-grade alloy was immeasurable. Equipment forged from this alloy could reach the level of divine artifacts (although very few have ever appeared...), but as one of the top materials, Sun and Moon Alloy could at least be used at the level of Dragon Knight Commander.

"By the way, ask if Iron Hills needs my help with an upgrade..." Roland grinned. There were quite a few dwarves in Iron Hills, easily several thousand. He could make a good profit by doing it!
"..." Thorin looked at Roland speechlessly, but still couldn't help but say, "I don't think they need this thing. After all, Iron Hills still has a few blacksmiths, so forging some mid-level magical equipment shouldn't be a problem! That's also the origin of the heavy armor worn by the Ironfoot Army!" Thorin shook his head, expressing pessimism about Roland's idea of ​​profiting from Iron Hills. After all, Iron Hills' heritage has always been there, and they can still be self-sufficient in simple magical equipment.

"Alright..." Roland shook his head with some regret, feeling as if he had missed out on two million.

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"Are you all ready?"

"Ready, Your Highness! We can depart at any time!" Renault nodded, looking rather lonely on his warhorse, while the group of royal guards carrying long spears around him appeared exceptionally valiant.

“Then let them set off!” Thorin patted the dwarven caravan members on the shoulder.

"Be careful!" Bard instructed.

"Be careful!" Bai Yi patted Maple Leaf Purple on the shoulder. With no one else available, he could only send out his most trusted general.

"Renault, don't fight the orcs head-on. Although you have nearly a thousand men, you're carrying too many supplies, which makes fighting inconvenient!" Roland instructed Renault.

"Yes, I understand. Besides, I don't have enough men to fight big battles right now!" Renault shook his head with a wry smile. Calling the Royal Guard "good at both offense and defense" is an understatement. To put it bluntly, Renault's army has almost no offensive capabilities. They can defend and counterattack, but there are still too few men to actually go out and attack.

"Alright, let's go! Be careful on the way!" Roland patted Reno's shoulder armor. Roland wasn't too worried about Reno and the others' safety. After all, even a Ringwraith would have a hard time prying open 201 iron cans! But the ordinary workers and Tier 1 guards in the caravan were a different story. To say they were as fragile as paper would be an understatement (from Roland's perspective).

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"Yunfeng! I've closed a big deal!" Roland exclaimed excitedly to Yunfeng as soon as he returned.

"How big is it?" Yun Feng glanced at Roland listlessly, not taking the matter to heart at all.

"A huge order! 100 kilograms of mithril!" Roland patted his chest proudly, his expression practically screaming "Praise me!"

"Pfft!" Yun Feng, who had been calm and composed, spat out a mouthful of water. 100 kilograms? Did they rob the dwarves' treasure trove? Mithril is something only the dwarves have mined in large quantities, and they probably don't have much left!
"You went to steal Thorin?" Yunfeng asked, stunned.

"No! It's just a transaction!" Roland asked, bewildered. Was he that kind of person?

"What kind of deal is this? 100 kilograms of mithril? What kind of idiot made that deal for you? Did they ask you to wipe out Gombada or Dolgodo?" Yun Feng asked curiously. What kind of sucker did Roland run into? This is ridiculous!
"Thorin! I promise to let you upgrade five thousand sets of alchemical magic equipment for him..." Roland said smugly.

"Thump!" Before the words were finished, Yun Feng's eyes rolled back and he fell backward.

"Holy crap!" Roland grabbed Yunfeng.

"You're my most trusted advisor! You can't afford to get hurt! It would be terrible if you missed the deadline!" Roland said with concern.

"Your Highness! Prince Thorin has sent the first batch of equipment that needs upgrading, and it has already been delivered to the North Gate! Along with it came mithril escorted by the dwarf general Kili!" At this moment, a knight walked in, pounded his chest, and bowed before speaking.

"You scoundrel! Die!" Yun Feng was so enraged that he blurted out curses without thinking! He had already gotten the item and the reward back, how could he go back on his word? At that moment, Yun Feng felt like strangling Roland.

(End of this chapter)