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

Chapter 965 Contradictions
"Orcs are everywhere in Southern Romanian! My Ryukin sword is about to be dulled!" Okrian Ryukin's face was full of exaggeration. How could a sixth-tier sword saint's magical equipment be dulled after cutting a few orcs? With the added protection of battle aura, you could even see the reflection of human faces on the blade!

"Alright, stop complaining! Let's leave this place and find somewhere to set up camp!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso looked at the sky. Although this was a southern region, the spring nights were still cold. Theoretically, a sixth-tier warrior could withstand the cold with his battle aura, but with a warm campfire and tents, only a idiot would try to tough it out in the wilderness!

Watching Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo wipe his Windblade on the corpse, Okrian Ryukin looked around helplessly and nodded. This was originally their chosen campsite for the night, but now, with the mangled corpses and the purplish-black blood all over the ground, it was clearly not suitable to stay...

“I hate orcs…” Okrian Ryukin said with a bitter face. He would rather fight the southern rebels in a passionate battle than fight these rotting orcs. These things could do nothing but drain his battle spirit and physical strength. The only thing they could do to him was cause massive damage to his sense of smell and mental strength!
“They’ve turned what was once the most prosperous region in the south of the empire into this…tsk tsk tsk! What wonderful black soil!” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso grabbed a handful of fertile black soil and rubbed it greedily. This black soil was the best land that the nobles of the east dreamed of!
“A bunch of scum who don’t even have basic civilization! What a waste of this land!” Archduke Oakrian Yaso spat.

“We will return one day! These beasts will pay the price! Alas! Your Highness, by the way, have you ever thought about changing your title?” Oakrian Ryukin asked, looking at Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso.

"What?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso was taken aback.

"Isn't it cool to go from Grand Duke of the East to Grand Duke of the South?" Oakrian Ryukin exclaimed excitedly.

"Very well! The ancestors of the Oakrian family would kill us! Forget about it!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso said with a dark face. Give up, child! Abandon the East, which the family has cultivated for generations, to go to the South? Those relatives at home would curse them to death! Although the East is also extremely poor right now!
“Never mind then…” Oakrian Ryukin shrank his neck, and the thought of his remaining tribesmen pointing at his nose and jumping up and down made Oakrian Ryukin break out in a cold sweat.

"Let's think about where we're going to sleep tonight! We just ran into a bunch of scum at such a great spot... What bad luck!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso's face darkened as he thought of the perfect campsite he had found and instantly became furious.

"My perfect boulder windshield!" Okrian Ryukin nodded repeatedly, a massive boulder sheltered from the wind on three sides! It would be a shame not to light a campfire and pitch a tent there! Then, a group of orcs, drawn by the scent, bumped into him...

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“Impossible! They won’t get away with it! Not a single copper coin will escape! I’m here to collect taxes on His Majesty’s orders! No one can defy His Majesty’s will!” Marquis Al-Tegran Franz looked at Duke Yunfeng, his eyes filled with determination.

"Sit down first! What's the rush? Nobody said you can't accept it!" Yun Feng rubbed his temples and said, "Who comes to Jiliu City and acts like the whole city owes them money?"

“Then I’ll go take charge of the work now! Make sure all the taxes owed are paid back!” Marquis Al-Tegran-Franz’s eyes lit up, and he immediately rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"Fuck you..." Unable to contain his anger any longer, Yun Feng delivered a Leo Kick to Marquis Al-Tegran Franz's retreating figure, knocking him to the ground. "Marquis Al-Tegran Franz! I want you to remember! I am the Prime Minister of the Kingdom! You can't do anything without my approval! I know the Franz family's loyalty to the Royal Family! But that's not a reason for you to challenge the Prime Minister! Swiftstream City can't withstand your meddling! You can investigate and formulate reasonable taxes! But don't bring up old grievances!" Yun Feng's eyes flashed with fury. He understood that Marquis Al-Tegran Franz, as a court noble, urgently needed to demonstrate his loyalty and ability to the new king, but that didn't mean he could interfere at will!

"You!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz scrambled to his feet, pointing angrily at Yun Feng. He hadn't expected the kingdom's nobles to be so vulgar as to resort to violence on the spot.

"Me? I am also a nobleman! Your Excellency Marquis! All I have done is restore the former glory of the Imperial Council! If you do not agree, you can go and complain to His Majesty!" Yun Feng narrowed his eyes.

"..." Marquis Al-Tegran Franz was speechless after hearing Yun Feng's words. After all, it was not uncommon for nobles to engage in full-blown brawls in the Imperial Council, and the scene of court nobles and fief nobles fighting each other was still fresh in his mind.

"Hmph! I will relay His Majesty's actions!" Marquis Al-Tegran Franz snorted coldly, but he basically knew that this matter would just pass. Such political disagreements leading to physical fights were common in Lagrange, and everyone would try to smooth things over. Thinking of this, Marquis Al-Tegran Franz gritted his teeth and vowed that one day he would kick this guy back.

"Take care!" Yun Feng snorted coldly.

"Hiss... Won't this offend His Excellency Marquis Al-Tegran Franz?" Darion Nightblade emerged from the shadows, puzzled.

"Offend? It's more accurate to say you offended King Roland than him! Didn't you understand? The Franz family has always been the emperor's lackeys! This is how the power of the prime minister and the imperial power clash! The emperor can't intervene himself, so the Franz family will represent the emperor's will and challenge the nobles..." Yun Feng sneered.

“The kingdom is going through a turbulent time right now. That good-for-nothing Roland isn’t likely to be dissatisfied with my governance. It’s probably just that Marquis Al-Tegran Franz is trying to show off! He doesn’t represent Roland’s will!” Yun Feng said calmly.

"Tsk tsk tsk! I didn't hear anything... Is it appropriate for you to say these things in front of the King's eyes and ears?" Darian Nightblade shook his head with a wry smile. Was it something he should be listening to?
"It's alright, you're also a member of the aristocratic circle. You'll have plenty of opportunities to fight His Majesty in the future!" Yun Feng said casually.

"Holy crap! Slander! Defamation! My loyalty to His Majesty is as clear as day!" Darian Nightblade was nearly scared to death.

"Aren't you afraid I'll go back and tell His Majesty?" Darian Nightblade was surprised by Yunfeng's audacity.

"Our king isn't the kind of person who would discard someone after they've served their purpose. If he really gives me a sinecure, that's perfect, I can continue my alchemy experiments!" Yun Feng said nonchalantly. It was always Roland who begged him, never him begging Roland!