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

Chapter 396 You Want to Kill Your Master?

"Holy crap! Help!" Roland saw Yun Feng's eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he had gone berserk, so he quickly ran away.

"Roland! You're not human!" Yun Feng's roar rang out behind Roland. Roland turned around and saw the city hall doors flying out of the frame in a neat motion! The entire door was sent flying!

"Damn it! Run!" Seeing the situation was dire, Roland immediately took off running. To be honest, it was a bit underhanded, but that was a whole 100 kilograms of mithril! Mithril! Mithril! He believed Yun Feng would understand his predicament and forgive his fait accompli behavior… he should be able to forgive him…

"Boom!" Yun Feng's powerful spiritual energy suddenly erupted! In the bedroom on the third floor of the newly renovated main castle, Nyx opened the window and looked out. She was also a mage and could clearly feel the burst of spiritual energy. The enormous spiritual energy even made her momentarily dizzy.

Soon, Nyx saw Roland running out of the castle. She smiled at Roland's disheveled appearance, though she didn't understand what was going on, Roland seemed very anxious.

"Roland?" Nyx waved her silk scarf to make Roland more noticeable, and her sweet voice made Roland's heart flutter. Hmm... this little vixen!

But then he thought about the enraged Yunfeng... Forget it! Beauty is nice, but my life is more important! With that thought, Roland quickened his pace and ran off without looking back, drawing surprised glances from the passersby.

"That big black rat that just passed by... must be our king, right?" a villager murmured, watching Roland's departing figure in his black silk undergarment.

"Smack!" His wife couldn't help but give him a sharp rap on the head.

"What do you mean by 'big black rat'? Can't you show some respect! Do you want to go back and kneel on a washboard?" His wife said, looking at the villager carrying the basket on his shoulder pole, exasperated.

"Whoosh~" Suddenly a gust of wind rushed by, and everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes.

"Um... what was that just now?"

"Did someone just pass by?" The patrolling group of Dovenian heavy swordsmen exchanged glances, shook their heads helplessly, and continued their patrol.

……

"Omske! Adile! Ninth place!" Roland, riding on horseback, was so fast that his face was distorted and his voice trembled.

"Your Highness!" Omsk leaped out in a flash. Although he didn't know what had happened, Omsk instinctively shielded Roland behind him.

"What's going on, Your Highness! Has someone rebelled?" As he spoke, Adile walked out of the knight training camp. His aged figure and calm voice seemed harmless, but the sharpness in his eyes and the surging battle aura around him revealed the foundation of a sixth-tier hero—invincible! Fearless!

"Whoosh!" In less than a few seconds, Yun Feng stepped out of the void. He completely ignored Omske and Adile's figures, and instead looked at Roland hiding behind the two with a bright smile!
"Run! Why aren't you running anymore? My dear King?" Yun Feng smiled, but the madness in his eyes remained undiminished.

"Crack!" Omske drew his longsword and stood in front of him, his eyes unwavering. His battle aura suddenly contracted, not out of fear, but to compress and gather power!

"You've gone too far, Yunfeng! As a high-ranking official of the kingdom, instead of serving your country, you've been hunting down the king. Do you think you deserve the king's trust?" A flash of battle aura appeared on Omske's longsword.

"Do you want to kill your lord?" Adile gently stroked the hilt of his sword, his eyes lowered. If it weren't for his terrifying aura, people might really mistake him for a decrepit old soldier.

"Ha! Murder of the ruler? I just want justice! Come, come! Your Highness, don't hide! Come out and let's talk!" Yun Feng laughed angrily, his face flushed with rage.

"Hmm?" Adile and Omske looked at Roland with questioning eyes.

"Hehe!" Roland quickly lowered his head guiltily.

"Ahem..." Omske and Adile could tell from Roland's demeanor that he was definitely up to no good, otherwise he wouldn't have been chased all over the streets by Yunfeng and ended up here. Although the King and Emperor of Lagrange held supreme power, this still had to be within the rules. Anyone who broke the tacit understanding and rules of the nobility, even the Emperor, would be met with united resistance from the nobles. Therefore, the two looked at Roland with questioning eyes, hoping that Roland would provide an explanation in the name of the King.

PS: The power of medieval kings was far less than that of Chinese emperors. They were essentially just the highest nobles in the kingdom, so their methods of doing things had to conform to the rules among nobles. Otherwise, even a king could be overthrown by his subordinate nobles.

"It's not that serious, it's just that the capable are given more work!" Roland explained with an awkward laugh.

"Whoosh!" The two heroes turned their heads to Yun Feng again. Since King Roland had not violated the rules of a feudal lord, then Yun Feng's behavior was disrespectful!
"The capable should do more work? Five thousand sets of alchemical magic equipment is what you call the capable should do more work? Do you know how much magic equipment the caravan brought this time is going to kill me! Even the donkeys pushing the millstone in the mill wouldn't dare to exploit me like this!" Yun Feng denounced Roland through gritted teeth.

"Ahem... um..." Roland tried to struggle a bit more, but Adile and Omske had already quietly left his side without making a sound.

"Uh, don't go!" Roland quickly gave a wry smile as he looked at the two heroes who were staring at him with strange eyes.

"Your Highness, you should explain this to Lord Yunfeng yourself..." Omske and Adile shook their heads repeatedly. This was no longer just exploitation; even black men on Earth would cry if they saw this!

"Come here! Your Highness, explain to me how I, by myself, can make five thousand sets of magical equipment? I'm either reading documents or handling government affairs all day long! I haven't even touched my favorite alchemy experiments in ages! I've only had two days of relaxation and you've already given me such a big job!" Yun Feng said, using his mental power to restrain Roland's red eyes.

Adile and Omske, standing nearby, were already whistling. To them, as long as Yun Feng didn't kill Roland, they were already overjoyed. They even admired Yun Feng's wisdom in not strangling Roland outright. They themselves probably would have already drawn their swords and beheaded the tyrant…

"No! Let's talk this out... 100 kilograms of mithril! Isn't that all yours?" Roland quickly tried to salvage the situation.

"Do I need that 100 kilograms of mithril?" Yun Feng gritted his teeth.

"Add in all sorts of other top-tier alchemical materials! This matter is now closed!" Roland was overjoyed. What's a problem if it can be solved with money?

“500 kilograms!” Yun Feng announced.

"Just kill me! 50 kilograms!" Roland's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“300 kilograms! Don’t force me to kill my master!” Yun Feng threatened in a low voice.

"55!"

"250!"

"Hey! Why are you swearing?" Roland was taken aback.

"60! No more than that!" Roland was taken aback.

“I advise Your Majesty to reconsider carefully!” Yun Feng said meaningfully, her eyes constantly glancing at Roland’s neck.

"100!" Roland retorted, adopting an attitude that suggested, "If you really can't handle me, just kill me and get a new king."

"Alright!" Yun Feng shook his head. This poor king really couldn't squeeze any more money out of him.

(End of this chapter)