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

"Yun Feng?" Roland's eye twitched. He never expected that the person officiating his wedding would be him! Wasn't he supposed to be of high moral character and prestige? Where was the moral character? Where was the high moral character? Where was the prestige? Where was the prestige? Where was the prestige? Roland realized that his tool-like person seemed to be lacking in every aspect!

"Your Highness seems to have some misunderstanding about me?" The next second, Yun Feng's voice rang in Roland's mind. For a powerful person with strong mental strength, telepathic communication is obviously an essential skill, but Roland was clearly lacking in it.

"Hehe!" Roland quickly put on a smile to meet Yun Feng's smiling face. If these old folks held a grudge and tried to embarrass him, Roland would probably lose face all the way to Dragon Island.

"Please, the two newlyweds, come forward!" Yun Feng said with a serious expression. Roland took a closer look and thought, "Hey! You know what, when this guy gets serious, he's not exactly a model of a man, but he's at least starting to look human."

Roland led Nyx by the hand and they walked slowly forward. The wooden planks on the newly built wooden platform ahead still exuded the fresh scent of trees, but the more Roland walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

"What the hell! Who the hell came up with this!" Roland, who had walked closer and seen the wooden steps, finally realized what was wrong with him.

Adding a guillotine to this makes him Louis XVI himself! What a grotesque scene! Roland's lips twitched as he looked at the crowd above. We're not asking for a romantic and grand wedding like Aragon's, but at least be normal, right? A wedding can be down-to-earth, but it shouldn't be like a dystopian palace!

"What's wrong?" Nyx keenly noticed that her lover's body was slightly stiff and gently turned her head to ask.

"It's nothing, I was just too excited." Roland could only force a fake smile and casually dismiss Nyx. He couldn't very well say to Nyx, "Hey baby! Don't we look like the legendary locksmith emperor and his spendthrift wife?"
"Creak! Creak!" Stepping on the wooden steps, Roland suddenly felt a sense of tragic grandeur, as if he were the last king about to be executed.

……

"Your Majesty Adile, whose idea was this for today's venue setup?" Roland asked quietly to Adile, who was standing ramrod straight to the side, his face dark.

“Your Highness, it was a joint decision made by Lord Yunfeng and Lord Omske. Lord Lance was in charge of overseeing the construction, Lord Radil was in charge of leveling the foundation, and Lord Marcus brought in fresh planks…” Adile, dressed in military uniform, said in a measured tone.

"Good, good, good!" Roland silently made a note of these people in his little notebook. A bunch of old fogies had set up a wedding venue that looked like an execution ground.

"Your Majesty Lord of Romanian, Great King Lagrange, are you willing to marry this beautiful Princess Nyx before you?"

“I do!” Roland said proudly.

"Your Excellency, Heiress of the Bauhinia Cross Family, Grand Duchess of Nyx, would you be willing to marry the handsome Prince Roland before you?"

“I do!” Nyx exclaimed excitedly.

"Your Highnesses, are you willing to be together forever and swear to be faithful to each other and never be separated?" Yunfeng asked loudly.

“I do!” Roland and Nyx exchanged a glance and said in unison.

"Whether you are poor or rich, whether the kingdom prospers or declines, are you all willing to shoulder this responsibility together?" Yunfeng continued.

“I do,” they both replied.

"Under the witness of the Dragon God!"

"In the presence of all the kings!" "In the presence of all the nobles!"

"In the presence of all the citizens of the kingdom!"

"I hereby declare you two officially husband and wife!" Yun Feng said solemnly, his eyes filled with blessings and joy.

“Congratulations, Your Highness Nyx. You are now the Queen of Lagrange. From today onwards, you will be able to exercise the same rights as the King. Would you like to wear this crown?” Yunfeng asked solemnly.

"Do you swear that you will be loyal to the King, devoted to the country, and kind to your people? You must know that with great power comes great responsibility!" Yunfeng solemnly asked Nyx.

“I swear! I will be faithful to my husband, loyal to the kingdom, and kind to every citizen!” Nyx declared resolutely.

"Your Highness, please personally crown the Queen!" Yun Feng said, stepping aside. Normally, a coronation should be performed by a person of high moral standing, but Roland vehemently disagreed. Roland thought, "Why should my Queen be crowned by someone else? Are they trying to pull some medieval trick on me? The entire king and queen to be crowned by the Pope? Forget it! This wretched place in the Central Plains wants to use religion to suppress imperial power?"
Roland very readily presented the crown, and Nyx happily bent down. Roland, with slightly trembling hands, put the crown on Nyx's head. He wasn't too nervous, just a little worried because her fine hair was prone to getting tangled with the crown...

"Oh oh oh!"

"Wow wow wow!"

After Roland finally finished setting up the crown for Nyx, a deafening, primal sound erupted from the audience.

"...Why do I feel like a monkey being watched by a bunch of ape-men?" Roland grinned. What was this about him getting married and a bunch of ordinary people reverting to their primal nature?
……

"Help! I can't take it anymore!" Roland collapsed onto the bed as soon as he returned to the castle, lying there like a dead dog.

"Alright, hurry up and change!" Nyx chuckled as he pulled Roland to his feet. Good heavens, Roland, who had been fiercely battling orcs on horseback, was nearly knocked down by the crowd at the banquet. Those dwarves' barrels were truly impressive; Roland had never seen anyone bring their own wine to a feast, but Thorin and his men were really going all out! When a group of barrels unleashed dozens of barrels taller than themselves, Roland knew this was a high-level game, and this wedding was destined to be extraordinary!
Sure enough, after Caslo and Reno, Roland's two most loyal lackeys, were knocked out at the dinner table, the great King Roland had no choice but to pick up his oak cup and fight alone with a group of "beasts." If it weren't for his powerful "urine escape" skill from Earth, which kept Omsk at the dinner table as a shield, he would probably still be raising a glass with the dwarves.

"Hmph! Who told you to like drinking?" Nyx threw the clean clothes down next to Roland and began to pull off Roland's clothes, which were covered in the smell of alcohol.

"Hey! You little vixen! You're quite the initiative!" Drunk and intoxicated, Roland stretched out his hands like a lecherous man.

"Slap!" The groping hand was mercilessly slapped away.

"Get some rest! Stop thinking about all that nonsense!" Nyx didn't let Roland get away with it, but Roland himself was stripped naked.

"I don't care! You're a pervert! You seduced me! You have to take responsibility!" Roland sprawled out on the bed.

"What? If I don't turn off the engine for you today, are you going to run off and walk your bird around like this?" Nyx teased.

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" Roland nodded vigorously, as if to say, "If you don't give in, I'll go out and run naked."

"Go on! Stop thinking about unhealthy things and get some rest!" Nyx didn't indulge Roland at all, but instead carried Roland's dirty clothes away, leaving Roland alone in the empty room, crying and biting the corner of the blanket.