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

"Palembang is already built?" Marcus asked belatedly.

"Yes, thanks to Lord Lance and Lord Verin Angus, they were both very dedicated!" Yun Feng affirmed.

“They really are great!” Marcus nodded.

"So, Your Highnesses, what do you mean?" Omske asked, turning his gaze to Roland and Nyx.

“I prefer to relocate fewer people…” Nyx said, pouting.

“Um… I plan to keep Palembang’s population at around 10,000…” Roland frowned. Clearly, his wife disagreed with him. However, Roland wasn’t one to take things too seriously, and he was willing to compromise with his wife. After all, Roland doted on Nyx, and as long as it wasn’t a matter of principle, Roland would generally go along with her.

"Why?" Adolf Heinrich rubbed his chin and looked at Nyx, clearly wanting to know Nyx's reason.

“That way, Stream City will be more lively…” Nyx stuck out her tongue, her face flushed as she lowered her head. In the prime of her youth, when she was as beautiful as a flower and as bright as the moon, was the time when girls loved to play the most. Stream City, which was originally deserted, became vibrant with the influx of a large number of residents. Nyx did not want Stream City to return to what it used to be, so she did not want the people to migrate in large numbers.

"Hmm?" Roland raised an eyebrow. Goodness, so that's what you were planning... Roland never expected that Nyx's decision was because of the excitement, but then again, it wasn't a bad reason.

Thinking this through, Roland nodded in agreement with Nyx's idea. Although the starting point was a bit strange, the reasoning was indeed correct. After all, it wouldn't be good for Swiftstream City, which was serving as the temporary capital, to be too deserted...

"How about this, starting today, all the refugees who join the kingdom will be relocated to Palembang. This way, it won't affect the prosperity of Swiftstream City, nor will it make Palembang too desolate... Most importantly, we won't have to move the residents we've already arranged out again." Yun Feng thought for a moment and made a compromise. Swiftstream City had just received nearly 20,000 new residents recently, instantly doubling the pressure on the city's functions. They needed time to sort out the city's planning, so it would be a win-win situation to put the newcomers in Palembang.

“It’s not impossible!” Roland rubbed his chin. What Yunfeng said made sense. The main problem was that Roland couldn’t bear the burden of relocating people again, which would be too much trouble and costly.

"Then let's leave it at that!" Roland shook his head.

“By the way, Your Highness, shouldn’t we find something for those commoners to do?” Adolf Heinrich suddenly said to Roland as the event was about to end.

"?" Roland frowned and looked at Adolf Heinrich with a puzzled expression.

“It’s like this,” Adolf Heinrich said to Roland with a frown. “I wandered around the city and found many laborers wandering aimlessly. I asked them and they said they had just migrated here. They don’t have their own land and can’t find work to make a living. They can only wait for the castle to provide relief…”

"Hmm?" Roland turned his gaze to Yun Feng again, his eyes filled with doubt.

"They only arrived after spring planting was over. None of these people have any skills; they can't do anything except farm." Yun Feng shrugged, implying that he had arranged for those with some skills to work, and he really couldn't do anything about the remaining simple farmers.

"Let them continue clearing the land! Even if spring planting is over, they can still plant vegetables or something!" Roland said without hesitation. After all, vegetables can be grown all year round, and if all else fails, planting some fruit trees would be fine too!

"Okay!" Yun Feng nodded. Anyway, there's so much wasteland outside, let them go out and experiment with the vegetable seeds. It's better than letting them sit idle.

"Yes, and tell them that all the wasteland they reclaim belongs to them! The amount of wasteland they reclaim this year will be the amount of land they cultivate next year!" Roland said calmly, slightly raising his eyelids. The Northern Territory has a sparse population and no danger of land consolidation, so Roland naturally distributed those useless wastelands to the people for cultivation. Even if land consolidation becomes serious in the future, it won't be something Roland's generation will see.

……

"Your Highness!" Adolf Heinrich bowed slightly and entered.

“Yun…Adolf Heinrich! What is it?” Roland instinctively wanted to call out the old thief’s name, but then he realized that the person who came was not Yun Feng.

"A magical communication has arrived from Lulong Fortress!" Adolf Heinrich said. "What is it?" Roland looked up and asked. Since Adolf Heinrich arrived, Yunfeng no longer managed the castle's magical hub; instead, Adolf Heinrich was stationed there.

“A delegation has arrived!” Adolf Heinrich stared into Roland’s eyes.

"Which delegation?" Roland sat up straight, his eyes filled with interest. A message from Lulong Fortress must have come from the south! Was it Gondor or Rohan?
“Gondor!” Adolf Heinrich said, bowing his head.

"The Regent of Gondor, Tegan?" Roland raised an eyebrow, admitting that this piqued his interest.

“No, it’s the delegation of Adrahir, the eldest son of Prince Amros! A total of 121 people!” Adolf Heinrich said, clutching his chest.

“121 people? He brought the entire Gondorian Swan Knights?” Roland was taken aback.

“No, there are only two squads of ten men each, led by Knight Commander Holfa, and a squad of one hundred cavalrymen!” Adolf Heinrich said.

"Alright, let them set off!" Roland nodded, surprised that his old acquaintance Holfa had also come this time.

……

The arrival of the Prince of Gondor's heir made Roland feel valued, but he also sensed something unusual. The Gondorian Regent's line hadn't made a move, but the Prince's line had taken the lead in befriending him. Could there be problems within Gondor? Roland could only wait for Adrahir to come in person to find out the truth.

Roland was quite interested in meeting the future prince, after all, his son Imrahil was a famous figure in the War of the Ring. If he hadn't led the Swan Knights to attack the army of Mordor, it would have been a question whether White City could have been defended.

……

“Omske?” Roland called softly.

“Your Highness, what are your orders?” Omske gave a knightly salute.

"Heh, assemble the Knights!" Roland seemed to have thought of something amusing, and a smile crept across his face.

"Oh, oh!" Omsk nodded repeatedly.

……

"Puff puff!" The snorting of the Swiftwind Horse rose and fell, while Roland sat on its back watching the sun on the city wall. When the sun began to set, Roland suddenly sat up straight.

"Let's go! Let's go meet our guests!" Roland, roused, reached out and caught Doss, who had just flown back. Clearly, Roland had used a map cheat to find the Gondorian delegation's trail through Doss and had followed them all the way.

"Gear up!" Omske raised his lance. As a knight of the kingdom, he naturally had to show his style. Although he was not politically astute, it did not mean he was a spendthrift. How could he not see that Roland was clearly trying to intimidate him?

"Boom!" The aura of a sixth-tier hero erupted without reservation, and he and Roland raced side by side towards the outside of the city.

Soon the two cavalry forces met on the official road. Omske's black and white battle aura was particularly eye-catching, especially the battle aura flames that shot into the sky, which made the entire Gondor delegation's eyelids twitch.

Brothers, it's the sixteenth day of my wanderings. How about a monthly pass and a tip? The author's still holed up in an internet cafe right now.