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

Chapter 683: The same lineage

"What a lucky guy!" Yun Feng looked at Adolf Heinrich with a hint of jealousy. The probability of being infected by the power of the God of Light was extremely low, but Adolf Heinrich really didn't die! He successfully survived.

"Compared to those charlatans, you'll be far more authentic than them in the future!" Yun Feng nodded solemnly. Most of the priests who served the temple and the gods didn't know advanced things like divine speech, but the sage who believed in the truth of the elements was actually able to use divine speech... It was ironic.

"Give him some medicine, I feel like this guy is going to die if this drags on any longer!" Roland was so angry he almost twisted his nose. After listening to Yun Feng's explanation for a long time, he finally realized how dangerous the forbidden spell Adolf Heinrich was! After all, there's no such thing as backlash in the game!
“How could that be? He needs to heal properly from the wounds to his soul and origin. There’s nothing I can do about it. After all, the kingdom’s resources are limited, and we can’t even concoct those potions that heal the damage to the soul and origin yet!” Yun Feng shook his head, first denying Adolf Heinrich’s imminent death, and then explaining that the kingdom’s current conditions did not have the foundation to support Yun Feng in making these potions.

"What should we do then?" Roland narrowed his eyes. He couldn't just let this sixth-tier sage be crippled, could he? There was already a coffin-stuffed Adile in Swiftstream City. Although that old man was also a hero, Roland dared not trouble him. Going out there would truly be the final battle!

"Just lie down, you'll get better in a few months!" Yun Feng glanced at Roland.

"You're not planning any big moves, are you?" Yun Feng rolled her eyes at Roland and said helplessly. The kingdom needs to recuperate and should stay away from war as much as possible. This time it was out of necessity, and apart from Lion Territory, the impact on the kingdom itself was almost zero.

“It used to be there, but now it’s gone…” Roland was on the verge of tears. With Adolf Heinrich lying here, many of his plans had to be put on hold.

“Alright, you stay here and recover. We’ll say goodbye to Duke Apophis Breo and come back when you’re better!” Roland patted Adolf Heinrich on the shoulder to comfort him.

“…Huh?” Yun Feng was taken aback.

"Huh?" Adolf Heinrich's mouth dropped open. Wait, what? You just dumped me here? Aren't you taking me back to Swiftstream City?
“Well… he should still be able to go back by himself, he just won’t be able to use advanced magic…” Yun Feng felt that Roland probably misunderstood Adolf Heinrich’s condition, but it was normal for a knight not to understand mages.

“Uh…” Roland scratched his head. He really thought Adolf Heinrich would be paralyzed here for several months.

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“Ymir! Look what I’ve brought back!” Ismir’s voice came from outside the town.

"Alright, alright! I know, another bountiful hunt, is that it? Come back quickly! The women and children are getting impatient!" Ymir single-handedly pushed open the thick wooden gate of the town and welcomed Ismir and his men inside.

"It seems everyone is safe and sound!" Ymir smiled, counting the number of people behind Ismir—all ten Guardians of Nature were present. "Good luck! We encountered a herd of deer! We hunted eleven deer!" Ismir said proudly. It wasn't that he couldn't hunt the remaining deer, but there was no need to overfish. Ten strong adult deer were enough to feed the townspeople for several days. After all, for the common people of the Middle-earth, having meat soup every day was considered a good life; a little meat was already a blessing, and being able to eat their fill was the greatest fortune.

Ismir and his men returned from hunting, each carrying a deer, which clearly caused a stir in the small town. The common people were excited about the safe return of the army and their lord, but even more excited that they would have food to eat.

"What should we do with these deer?" Haro, now acting as the governor of Windhelm, asked Ismir as he looked at the deer, since it wasn't his place to overstep his bounds here.

“Leave one for everyone to make a meat soup tonight, make sure it’s thick! Peel and slice the rest and smoke them, we need to stock up on some food!” Ismir said to Haro.

Windhelm Town is basically not producing any food right now; everything is being consumed by Ismir's reserves. Therefore, it's crucial to conserve food while ensuring everyone doesn't go hungry. Smoked jerky can be stored for a long time, and these will be lifesavers in the future! Even now, Ismir is having women and children weave rattan cages for fishing and make smoked fish jerky, all to ensure they can survive until next year's harvest! Ismir has carefully calculated that as long as they control their diet and continuously replenish their food reserves, they can last until the autumn harvest!
"Oh, right! Render the oil, and add some to the children's meals from now on!" Ismir suddenly remembered something and continued to instruct. A qualified nobleman will always pay attention to the growth of the next generation of his people. This was Lance's original instruction to him. After all, a lord who can only harvest crops and not even know how to raise them is destined to have a family that doesn't go very far.

“These are the hopes for winter! No one should starve to death this winter!” Ymir exclaimed. In the past, many elderly, weak, sick and disabled people in the village would die of hunger and cold every winter. Now that Ismir ruled them, such tragedies should not happen again.

"I see that the people are rarely wearing new clothes? What's going on?" Ismir asked, somewhat puzzled. After all, he had brought a lot of linen with him when he came, and after Windhelm was established, he had distributed almost all of it to the people. After all, the people who were not properly clothed were embarrassing Ismir, the lord, and yet the people were still wearing old clothes.

“They can’t bear to part with it! How could they bear to wear new clothes?” Ymir chuckled and looked at Ismir with a very rich expression. Looking into Ymir’s eyes, Ismir immediately understood the reason.

"What should we do..." Ismir was at his wit's end. Help! He had distributed cloth to his people, but they wouldn't wear it!

"No need to rush, they'll put on their own clothes when the weather gets a bit cooler." Ymir shook her head. In the past, when it was cold, people had nothing to wear and could only tough it out. Now that they have clothes, they'll definitely put on more when it gets cold. Those people aren't stupid; they're just reluctant to part with their clothes.

"That's all we can do!" Ismir said speechlessly. Although the residents of Windhelm Town were still dressed in tattered clothes, at least they were no longer disheveled. At Ismir's insistence, they even went so far as to use charcoal to build a public bathhouse to maintain cleanliness and hygiene.

Although Ismir didn't understand territory management, he could simply copy Stream City! Whether it was manure collection and composting or establishing a public health system, he copied Roland's methods. As a result, Windhelm and Stream City had very neat and clean streets. This could be seen in all the towns of the Kingdom of Lagrange, including the centaur territories, which began to learn from human practices. His influence even extended to the entire North, prompting the Vale and Akvia Kingdoms to follow suit.

"Lock the gates!" Ismir instructed the soldiers who were locking the gates. The soldiers in Windhelm Town were still the same thirty men who had been under Ismir's command before, protecting the town's hundred-plus residents. Coincidentally, the population composition of all the lords' territories in the entire Kingdom of Lagrand was unhealthy. From Roland's militaristic kingdom to Lion's territory's universal conscription-style duchy, and then to Ismir's pioneering territory where the military outnumbered the civilians, it was hard to say that they were not all of the same lineage.