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

Chapter 941 Sun King Roland?

"..." Darian Nightblade was shocked by Marquis Al-Tegran Franz's behavior. After all, the last person who could change his face without losing his temper was King Roland. The fact that he could change his face so smoothly and naturally showed that the Franz family was indeed something special!

“Ahem, come with us!” Darian Nightblade gave Marquis Al-Tegran Franz a deep look, and finally, with the confirmation of Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso’s gaze, he acknowledged that this thing was indeed an Imperial Marquis… Although he looked a bit unkempt, his identity should be genuine.

……

“Your Majesty…” Darian Nightblade led his group to the mound where Roland was to report.

Ultimately, for safety and to maintain control of the situation, Roland wisely rejected the idiotic suggestion to establish the royal camp at the camp's entrance. Although the idea that it would allow the people to better admire the emperor and win over hearts and minds was tempting, Roland was well aware of the principle of avoiding trouble. As king, it was best not to create unnecessary problems. Wouldn't it be better to be a mascot instead of causing trouble for others? As for winning over hearts and minds, that was far too easy! Could these naive and foolish people in the Middle Kingdom compare to the political acumen of a certain mysterious five-thousand-year-old Eastern superpower?

Hold a grand return ceremony, then distribute grain and money! Next, the king, accompanied by high-ranking officials, offer words of comfort and consolation. Finally, have Roland deliver a tearful performance expressing guilt and longing for his wandering son, followed by a "sincere" edict of self-reproach! This will guarantee that the innocent and naive people of Lagrange in Middle-earth will be moved to shout of loyalty! Then they'll cry and jump, proclaiming the emperor's benevolence is inexhaustible! Social maneuvering—Eastern politics! Isn't this cunning? How can you play this game without taking it down? In the world of Middle-earth, calling it a dimensional reduction attack would be an understatement compared to those primitive, exploitative noble parasites!

Roland used a whole set of brainwashing techniques and empty promises to ensure that these blank slates who had never experienced the "grandson" baptism would rush over to serve him, shouting about gratitude and loyalty!

"Your Majesty!" Before Darian Nightblade could finish speaking, a gust of wind whistled past him, and the figure was faster than lightning and as fast as Darian Nightblade's sword light.

"Thump! Sizzle!" Before Roland could react, a figure kneeling on the ground suddenly slid down and appeared in front of him.

"..." Darian Nightblade silently pressed back the Garuda Blade he had drawn, after all, this filthy marquis in front of him didn't seem like someone who could successfully assassinate someone.

"Your Majesty! The Franz family has finally seen you again! The Lagrange family is the sun of the Franz family! The Franz family cannot live without you!" Then Roland felt a suffocating sensation as if a python was coiling around his thigh.

"Uh..." Roland looked down and saw a disheveled man clinging tightly to his leg. Roland's expression changed slightly, and he was momentarily at a loss. While the man was wailing, Nyx had already silently shielded Roland in front of him.

"Your Majesty! The Franz family's loyalty is as clear as the sun and moon! Loyalty is everything to us! I am overwhelmed with gratitude! You are like the sun, piercing through the illusion and bringing me light! I am so grateful!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz cried out with great emotion, and in his deepest feelings, he couldn't help but shed two lines of clear tears.

"Being fat is too..." A strange background music suddenly started playing in Roland's mind.

"Kindness! Loyalty! The kindness the Lagrange family has shown to the Franz family is something I could never repay with a lifetime of loyalty!" Marquis Al-Tegrange Franz's voice was sincere as he hugged Roland's leg as if he were holding onto the future.

"The Franz... family?" Roland, whose brain and cerebellum had been fighting for control of his body for a long time, suppressed the urge to kick the beggar in front of him and carefully examined the person in front of him.

Roland was completely bewildered. He didn't know what had happened, only that someone had inexplicably slid down to his knees and hugged him while shouting things like "loyalty" and "the sun."

"..." Darion Nightblade's eyes twitched as he looked at Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo, his expression clearly conveying—you brought this thing here, deal with it yourself...

“Ahem, you are Grand Duke Okrian Yaso? Rise…” Roland, his mind in disarray, quickly reached out to help him up. “Your Majesty! I am Marquis Al-Tegran Franz! The Franz family! Loyal dogs of the royal family!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz cried out in anguish, as if his own worth had been denied.

"Oh, oh, oh! Al-Teg... Marquis Lang Franz, is it? Rise! Rise!" Roland hurriedly endured the strange smell and picked up the so-called imperial marquis.

“Your Majesty…” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso approached with a wry smile and an awkward expression.

“You are…” Roland, dragging Marquis Al-Tegran Franz who was clinging to his leg, looked helplessly at Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso. Clearly, Marquis Franz’s act of crying had left the theoretical Roland speechless. Just as Liu Bei cried for Jingzhou in ancient times, now the marquis was crying for Roland… In front of Marquis Al-Tegran Franz, Roland was like a greenhorn.

"Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso, Grand Duke of the Eastern Realm, the Gale Family!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso bowed slightly to Roland.

“No need for formalities, this is…” Roland grabbed his trousers to prevent being pulled down by the eloquent Marquis Al-Tegran Franz while glancing at the person behind Archduke Oakrian Yaso.

"Your Majesty, this is my retainer, Oakrian Ryukin! He is a sixth-tier sword saint..." Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso introduced to Roland.

“Your Majesty…” Oakrian Ryukin bowed politely to Roland.

“Then I won’t disturb you and Marquis Al’s reunion! I’ll go arrange for the soldiers to set up camp first…” Archduke Oakrian Yaso looked at Marquis Al Tegrand Franz, who was clinging to Roland’s leg on one side, and Roland, who was trying to pull his leg away on the other. He immediately felt that it was a bit inappropriate for him to be standing there. He quickly made an excuse and left with the Golden Sword Saint, leaving behind a Darian Nightblade who looked utterly hopeless.

“Nyx…” Roland turned around abruptly, only to find that there was no one behind him. Not only was Nyx nowhere to be seen, but everyone else had also disappeared.

“…” Darian Nightblade, who was hidden in the light, looked at Roland and showed no intention of leaving.

“Your Majesty! I miss you! I am filled with fear! The late Emperor has disappeared! I was banished to the void, not because I was afraid of death, but because I was burdened with the heavy responsibility of the royal family and could only live on! Now that I have seen Your Majesty... I... I... I am filled with fear! I am so sad! Your Majesty!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz threw himself on Roland’s lap, tears streaming down his face.

"Get up...get up and speak! There's no need for that!" Roland's eyelids twitched. Damn, they've even brought up the late emperor? Are you going to give me a eulogy for the expedition in the next second?

"Guards! Guards! Take Marquis Al-Tager... away to calm down! Let him compose himself!" Roland shouted hurriedly, forgetting even the name of Marquis Al-Tagerán Franz for a moment, only clutching his trousers.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! I am terrified! I am terrified!" Al-Tegran Franz's voice lingered in the air as he was dragged away by the Royal Guards.

I've been working on the fish tank for two days; I'll definitely make up for that chapter when I have time!