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

"Let's not talk about that, Your Highness. Why aren't you accompanying Prince Nyx? Why are you hanging out with a bunch of old men here?" Yun Feng said with a forced smile, snatching his collar back from Roland's hand.

“That brat Apophis Breo came to say goodbye to me first thing this morning. If I didn’t come here, would I have seen him in bed?” Roland asked, his eyes wide.

“That’s unlikely. The great King Roland wouldn’t sit like that,” Yun Feng said with a rare fawning smile.

"Hmm? Something's fishy going on! That sinister smile of yours..." Roland was chilled by Yun Feng's smile.

"Didn't you have quite a few visitors at your wedding this time?" Yun Feng rubbed his hands together.

"Holy crap? You're not after the gifts they gave us, are you?" Roland was dumbfounded. What the hell was this?!

"Hehehe, look at those special minerals and alloys the dwarves sent, and those magical plants the elves gave you, you have no use for them, do you?" Yun Feng smiled shyly, somewhat embarrassed.

"..." Roland was speechless. Although Yun Feng was right, he still felt uneasy. Something seemed off.
"Alright, go to the treasury and pick out what you need!" Roland shrugged. The wise man's pursuit of knowledge is endless. Those potions that have been passed down through the ages were all made by these crazy alchemists. Compared to other alchemists who would blow up their own castles at the drop of a hat, Roland thought Yunfeng was one of the more mentally sound ones.

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness!" Yun Feng bowed deeply and touched his chest in a gesture of respect.

"No way..." Looking at Yun Feng's generous gift, Roland suddenly had a bad feeling. He probably wouldn't empty my warehouse, would he?

“Your Highness… your inventory may be in danger.” Omske looked at Roland with pity, as if he were looking at someone who didn’t have much time left.

"It's alright, I believe Yunfeng won't do that, after all, he still has to beg for food under my wing!" Roland comforted himself.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Omske exclaimed in amazement.

"Your Majesty!" Omske suddenly stood up and bowed, pounding his chest in respect.

"No need for formalities, General Omske, thank you for assisting King Roland." Nyx walked over gracefully and nodded slightly.

“It is my honor!” Omske said in a deep voice.

“No need to be so formal. I just came to take a look. I just met His Majesty Yunfeng. He was as excited as a child, calling a bunch of guards over to do something I don’t know.” Nyx covered her mouth and chuckled.

"A child? The kind that weighs over 100 pounds?" This thought suddenly popped into Roland's mind.

"..." Omsk looked at Roland, his eyes already showing some worry.

"Your Majesty, did Yunfeng take men to the storeroom?" Omske asked in a low voice.

“Yes! He brought dozens of soldiers. Is there something big to store? The lord's castle in Swiftstream City is too small to hold too much stuff. I'll have them design a bigger one tomorrow!” Nyx tilted his head and looked at Roland.

"Damn it! My entire fortune!" Roland cried out in despair, immediately jumping up and rushing out.

……

"Open the door!" Roland said bluntly to the guards watching over the storeroom.

"Yes, Your Highness!" The guard respectfully found the key and unlocked the three doors.

Pushing open the door, Roland was greeted by a warehouse so empty it could starve rats.

"What about my stockpiles? What about the mithril and adamantite ingots the dwarves gave me?"

"Where is the water of life for the elves?"

"Where are those high-grade monster hides?" Roland was shocked as he looked at the empty shelves in the warehouse, which was over a hundred square meters in size. He never expected that Yun Feng would empty the warehouse for him!
“This thing…” Roland said through gritted teeth.

"Should I take some men and go after them? They shouldn't have left the city yet..." Omske said, his voice trembling as he looked at the treasury, which was now practically empty, as it was a disgrace to the royal family.

"Phew! Forget it!" Roland said, giving the empty warehouse a vicious look.

"Damn it, we were too hasty! We let that bastard Yun Feng take advantage of us!" Roland said through gritted teeth.

"..." Omsk glanced worriedly at Roland.

“There are some things inside that Yunfeng doesn’t need, so he packed them all up and took them with him. Heh! Isn’t this just revenge against me? I’ll let it go!” Roland said calmly, arms crossed.

"It's alright, he's just working for me anyway, so I might as well take it! By the way, from now on, send all the government documents to Lord Yunfeng, don't let him neglect his work because of alchemy!" Roland turned and left.

Omske and the guards at the door exchanged a glance and both shuddered. Their expressions changed too quickly; they said they didn't care, but behind his back they immediately doubled their demands! Omske could almost see Yun Feng's frantic state.

……

"Hehehe! Let that skin-skinning prince exploit me! I'll just empty his treasure vault!" Yun Feng tossed the storage ring in his hand, leaned against the cart, and revealed a confident smile.

"By the way? His Highness hasn't caught up yet?" Yun Feng asked the light infantrymen beside him.

"No." The light infantrymen shook their heads.

"That shouldn't be! Is the castle's reaction speed that slow?" Yun Feng frowned. Although emptying the treasure vault was a minor matter for him, Yun Feng had already imagined what it would be like for enemy assassins to infiltrate the castle.

"It seems I should give Roland some advice! The castle's defenses are of paramount importance, and the assassins' infiltration capabilities are still quite troublesome!" Yun Feng muttered to himself, rubbing his chin.

"Your Majesty!" Just as Yun Feng was pondering, a Lagrange vanguard knight rode up.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Yunfeng patted the cart.

"What's wrong?" Yunfeng asked, looking at the knights chasing after them.

"Your Majesty Yunfeng, these are the documents and decrees that His Highness Roland instructed you to review and return on time. From now on, all the domestic documents that need to be processed will be sent to you for review every day. His Highness said that he will personally review the ones you review!" the knight said in one breath.

"Aaaaah! Roland, you old scoundrel! You tyrant! You incompetent ruler!" Upon hearing this, Yun Feng was so enraged that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Watching the knight's departing figure, Yun Feng looked helplessly at the entire sack of official documents, declaring that he had already sealed his heart with cement.

……

Roland, who had just won the battle, was now deep in thought, staring at the sand table. He kept examining the terrain on the sand table, his eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness.

"Go see if Caslo and Reno are awake yet?" This was the fourth time Roland had said this to the guards.

“Your Highness…” Omsk called out softly to Roland.

"It's regrettable, but given the current situation... I have to say that our goal of winter expansion will be difficult to achieve in the short term. The originally abundant troops, once spread across the vast land, are no longer just stretched thin," Omske said with a regretful expression.

"Then can we directly establish Lagrange City, and then radiate outwards from Lagrange City to Swiftstream City?" Roland asked.

"With the limited mobility you have right now, it's probably difficult. Your idea requires us to have a large number of air knights to be realized, and I'm sorry, we don't have that!" Omske shook his head and said bitterly.