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

"What?" Yun Feng stared at Roland in shock.

"Say that again?" Yun Feng's face was contorted.

"Don't be angry yet, let me explain!" Roland said quickly, looking at Yunfeng's distorted face.

"Alright, Your Highness, please speak!" Yun Feng crossed his arms and stared at Roland, wanting to see what kind of nonsense he could come up with.

“Here’s the thing, I plan to use our magical equipment to exchange for Gondor’s food and other necessary supplies. Moreover, by trading with the Gondor authorities, we can at least make large-scale purchases at cost price. You should understand what this means!” Roland said quickly.

“It’s unrealistic to rely on caravans to slowly accumulate wealth. The kingdom is in dire need of reconstruction, and many places are major consumers of grain. Even if my private treasury is very wealthy, it can’t support the kingdom’s army’s continued consumption. Since cutting costs is ineffective, we can only increase revenue!” Roland explained.

After listening to Roland's words, Yunfeng fell into deep thought. He had to admit that Roland's words had moved him. As a patriotic nobleman, although he did not like to get involved in the political infighting among nobles, he still chose to become Roland's invisible prime minister for the sake of the country's revival.

“I agree in principle! But you have to be careful with the degree of compromise! We can only live on thin ice in this turbulent era. Any mistake could bring this country, which has just begun to show signs of improvement, to ruin!” Yun Feng said calmly.

"If it were just some magical equipment, I could manage to scrape together the time. It's all your fault for agreeing to Thorin's request for 5,000 sets of equipment for 100 kilograms of mithril!" Yun Feng snorted irritably. To be honest, Roland's decision was absolutely terrible! Those 5,000 sets were a nightmare, and they only managed to complete a small portion while Thorin was on his expedition to Moria. Now Roland had gotten him another huge order... Yun Feng could only sigh that having Roland around was a blessing.

"Tell me, isn't that mithril delicious?" Roland pouted, looking at Yun Feng who was acting innocent despite getting a good deal. After all, the production of mithril was ridiculously low, and those 100 kilograms of mithril would be enough for Yun Feng to use for a long time! Moreover, mithril is a stabilizer for alchemical products, and almost all alchemy requires mithril as a stabilizer to balance the alchemical effects.

"What does what I earned through my own labor have to do with you?" Yun Feng said arrogantly.

"..." Roland was speechless.

"By the way, how's your wedding going?" Yun Feng suddenly asked, since Roland had been busy traveling and had no time to take care of his and Nyx's wedding preparations.

"Do I look like I have time to prepare those things right now?" Roland wiped the sweat from his brow, indicating that Yunfeng's eyes could be donated to those in need.

"Looks like he's out of time!" Yun Feng said to Roland after scrutinizing him for a few seconds with an air of seriousness.

“So…” Roland walked up to Yun Feng with a smile, patted his shoulder, and was about to say something.

"It's okay, if you let me do it, I'll give you a good show!" Yun Feng took a step back.

"?" Roland was taken aback.

"This is called the Great Transformation Technique!" Yun Feng said, and before Roland could react, he vanished in an instant.

"Holy crap! Flash is one thing, but this is some kind of magical transformation!" Roland exclaimed, looking at the mess on the ground.

"Your Highness! Baron Lance requests an audience!" The guards at the door faithfully performed their duties.

"Let him in!" Roland said casually after tidying himself up.

"Your Highness, good morning! Huh? Is His Majesty Yunfeng not here?" Lance looked around but couldn't see Yunfeng and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"He's gone. By the way, what's up?" Roland asked, somewhat displeased. That wretched Yun Feng not only failed to share the burden for his lord, but dared to run away!

"Oh, the supplies for your wedding are almost ready. It's almost December, what do you think?" Lance asked tentatively.

"So soon..." Roland rubbed his chin, his mind filled with Nyx's stunning face, and he couldn't help but smile gently. "Then let's set it for December 1st, a convenient date to commemorate the occasion!" Roland made the final decision on the wedding.

“Alright, there are still 8 days left. I’ll start notifying the whole country now and get everyone ready!” Lance said.

"Well, by the way, how's Delwin going?" Roland asked, having not inquired about that remote border town for a long time.

“Everything is proceeding as usual,” Lance said respectfully.

"Okay, thank you for your help. Go ahead and get busy!" Roland nodded.

"Your Majesty!" Lance said, bowing to Yun Feng as he strode forward, his hand on his chest.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy!" Yun Feng said gently to Lance.

"Bang!" Turning around, he suddenly slammed a roll of parchment in front of Roland, startling Roland so much that he jumped up from his chair.

"I just took some time to visit a nobleman from the Gondorian Swan Knights and signed a contract with him! He's always causing me trouble!" Yun Feng complained.

"Oh my, isn't this the kingdom's great hero? Come, come, have a seat!" Roland could tell from Yun Feng's sharp tongue but kind heart that he had just gone to do important business, and a fawning smile instantly appeared on Roland's face.

"Get away! Stay away from me! Nothing good ever comes from running into you! You're even more exploitative than a goblin!" Yun Feng retreated repeatedly.

Roland felt "sad" as he watched Yunfeng take a few steps back. When did King Roland stop receiving Yunfeng's support?

"Are you serious about taking that step back? It was a small step, but it deeply hurt my heart!" Roland said emotionally, while making a painful gesture of clutching his chest.

"With your talent for writing, why don't you go find Grand Duke Nyx to express yourself! You're about to get married, can't you be a little more composed... You're more dramatic than a choir bard!" Yun Feng's face fell with a black line.

"Oh, right! I have to go tell Nyx!" Roland slapped his forehead, realizing that he hadn't told Nyx about their wedding on December 1st. It would be a huge joke if the main character of the wedding was the last to find out.

"..." Yun Feng's eyes twitched as he suppressed his increasingly strong urge to switch jobs.

……

"Ah! So fast?" Upon receiving the news, Nyx did not feel the expected joy. Instead, she nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt and paced back and forth anxiously, clearly very nervous.

"Uh..." Roland rubbed his hands awkwardly. Although the two had shared a bed for so long, he still felt a little embarrassed and nervous about announcing to the public that they would be a couple.

"Let nature take its course, anyway, it's all in the hands of the subordinates!" Roland comforted him, now he could only hope that Lance would be reliable and not cause him any trouble.

"Mmm!" Nyx held Roland's hand and rested his head on Roland's chest, letting out a soft "Mmm."

……

“Roland Romanian Lagrand! Nyx Dovinian Nyx Lagrand!” Lance anxiously recorded Roland and Nyx's names, as these were related to their noble lineage. For example, their surnames both began with Lagrand, indicating that they were both from a branch of the Lagrand royal family. Romanian indicated that Roland came from the Romanian royal family, while Dovinian and Nyx indicated that her lineage was from the Grand Duchy of Nyx under the Kingdom of Dovinian!

Those familiar with the aristocratic system can easily discern a noble's origins from their name; of course, a name is also a way for nobles to showcase their lineage and heritage.