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

Chapter 613 He'll be king? Then I'll leave?

"Are we really going to do this? Your Highness, you need to think this through carefully!" Renault and Lavian looked at Nyx with difficulty, wondering if this silly woman had lost her mind.

“There’s nothing to consider, let’s leave it at that!” Nyx closed his eyes wearily and waved his hand, signaling the two to leave.

"..." Renault and Lavian exchanged a glance, then could only respectfully perform a knightly salute before turning and leaving.

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"Your Highness Roland! Welcome! Your loyal patriarch Apophis Breo of the King's Landing family greets you!" Apophis Breo immediately knelt down and bowed deeply to Roland. It was clear that the boy was very flustered, after all, the king had perished while rescuing him... just thinking about it sent chills down his spine!

Fortunately, King Roland is alive, which gives Apophis Breo a much-needed breather.

"And this is..." Apophis Breo stared at Dos Anthony, who was also riding a dragon, and fell silent. Roland had suddenly gained a dragon rider during this trip? Had he gone out to find more dragon riders?

“Him? Dos Anthony, Ajax’s brother!” Roland shrugged.

"Welcome to Lion's Territory, everyone! Please allow me to extend my hospitality!" Apophis Breo's posture was very humble. He was already drenched in sweat, and when the news of King Roland's death arrived, he was terrified! He hadn't been in this fiefdom for very long, and the mere accusation of the king dying in battle due to a defeat was enough for the kingdom to strip him of his title. After all, his power wasn't strong enough to make the kingdom wary. Even if a powerful duchy had caused its king's death, the duke would have to pay a hefty sum to the royal family to appease their anger. Let alone Apophis Breo's impoverished Lion's Territory.

"The banquet is ready! We can welcome Your Majesty at any time!" a servant whispered as he approached.

"Your Highness, please!" Apophis Breo led Roland and the others to Lion Castle for the banquet.

"Not bad! Things are developing well!" Roland patted Apophis Breo on the shoulder as encouragement. Under these limited conditions, the Lion's Territory's prosperity was quite remarkable. At least the roads throughout the territory had been repaired, and a main road connected the valley between the western and eastern passes of King's Landing Fortress, making troop movements much faster. As for Lion's Keep, although it hadn't been expanded, it had been renovated and decorated, at least giving it a castle-like atmosphere.

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"Your Highness, this is the finest roasted lamb! It's made from fresh lamb from the Misty Mountains' rocky mountain goats, roasted to perfection!" Apophis Breo enthusiastically introduced Roland to the main course before him: a lamb roasted to a golden brown and crispy perfection.

"Hmm! Not bad!" Roland cut off a piece, took a small bite, and immediately began to chew. He hadn't had any good food these past two days. To be honest, the chef at Apophis Breo's place was alright; at least the dishes he served weren't culinary disasters.

"I'm glad you like it!" Apophis Breo rubbed his hands nervously. He was still trying to curry favor with King Roland so that Roland wouldn't hold a grudge against him and make things difficult for him later.

"Alright, no need to be so formal. Although you were the cause this time, it was still my lack of caution that led to this result!" Roland saw through Apophis Breo's little scheme and pointed it out directly.

"Hehe..." Apophis Breo chuckled awkwardly, but judging from Roland's nonchalant attitude, he seemed to have no intention of shifting the blame onto him.

"Fortunately, Your Highness's strength is extraordinary! You turned misfortune into good fortune! Those bastards naturally couldn't do anything to you!" Apophis Breo showered him with compliments, his tone extremely sentimental and his voice incredibly sincere.

“…Actually, I died once, but I was lucky enough to be resurrected.” Roland glanced calmly at Apophis Breo.

"..." Apophis Breo's lips twitched, suddenly feeling a sense of unease. It seemed Roland was truly dead. No wonder the magical communications from Swiftstream City were coming in one after another, as if they wanted to kill him. "Your Highness! A new magical communication from Swiftstream City!" Suddenly, a guard knocked on the door and entered.

"Let me see it?" Apophis Breo was taken aback, but he didn't think much of it. After all, Roland was alive, so how could the Queen possibly hold him accountable?
"Your Highness! A magical communication from Lulong Fortress!" Another guard knocked on the door.

"Hmm? Why is Lulong Fortress also sending magical communications?" Apophis Breo frowned.

"Let me see it?" Apophis Breo shook his head. Urgent magical communications had suddenly come from the two kingdoms' most important cities. Could it be that the orcs had launched another large-scale invasion?

"Let me see what's going on... Pfft!" Apophis Breo spat out his drink, his eyes wide as if he had seen something unbelievable, his face instantly turning bright red.

"What's wrong? Let me see!" Roland's heart tightened, and he rushed over to check the magical communications sent from Swiftstream City and Lulong Fortress.

"Whoosh!" Apophis Breo turned his hand and let Roland pounce on the dining table, then tried to unleash his battle aura to shatter the papers.

"Boom!" Dos Anthony was the first to erupt. His left hand was covered with a layer of lightning, and his outstretched left palm was covered with a dragon claw phantom made of lightning. In an instant, he grabbed Apophis Breo's hand and blocked his fire-type battle aura.

"How dare you!" Caslow was still on edge, and now he felt like everyone was trying to kill Roland. When he saw Dos Anthony make a move on the field, he didn't bother to distinguish the situation and directly drew his sword and pointed it at Apophis Breo.

“Your Highness Apophis Breo, I’m afraid you’ll have to give him an explanation!” Ajax slowly drew her longsword and pointed it at the soldiers behind her who wanted to surround her but hesitated.

“King's Landing! I need an explanation!” Roland squinted, dusted off the food scraps on his body, and snatched the letter from Apophis Breo’s hand. He was curious to know what could make the usually well-mannered patriarch of the King's Landing lose his composure in public and order the letter to be destroyed immediately.

"Let me see what this is!" Roland glanced at Apophis Breo, who was struggling with his expression, as he opened the letter. Clearly, he hadn't yet grasped the seriousness of the situation in Apophis Breo's conflicted eyes.

"..." Roland quietly looked at the magical communication system of Lulong Fortress and then clenched his fist.

Apophis Breo closed his eyes in pain, while the others exchanged bewildered glances, clearly realizing that things seemed to be spiraling out of control.

“Your Highness, I can explain…” Apophis Breo opened his mouth, still trying to struggle.

"Heh..." Roland sneered as he threw the magical communication paper from Lulong Fortress at Apophis Breo's face.

He then turned his gaze to the letter from Swiftstream City. Roland guessed that it was Nyx warning Apophis Breo not to make any moves, but he only glanced at it before his face contorted in pain.

"Hehe! You're doing well, young man! Everyone recommends you to be king! Looks like you're very popular! How about I leave?" Roland squinted at Apophis Breo.

(End of this chapter)