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

“I don’t know…” Dvalin put down his cup and shook his head.

"How strange..." Thorin was both amused and exasperated, just like Roland, who came and went in a whirlwind.

……

“Your Highness…” Omske looked at Roland with some doubt. So you really just went to have a drink? Really just one drink?
"It's nothing, just going to see if Thorin is doing well," Roland said, touching his nose without blushing or skipping a beat.

"So what's next?" Omske asked, his teeth aching. "Are you just bored?"

“Next…” Roland smiled and looked at the four honor points on the system panel, a satisfied look in his eyes.

“Let’s go to the River Valley!” Roland smiled. Since he could successfully check in at the historical sites of Irube, there was no reason why the River Valley of the Northern Star of humanity wouldn’t give him honor points.

"Alright!" Omsk could only nod and go with Roland. After all, he was just a subject, and keeping an eye on him to prevent him from courting disaster was already his duty.

……

"Who goes there?" The guards stationed on the city wall spotted Roland and Omske dressed as knights at a glance, and they immediately shouted to notify the guards below.

The guards below were equally determined. Although they knew these two were beyond their capabilities, they still raised their spears to block Roland and Omske's path.

“This is King Lagrange! Lord of the port of Palembang, Lulong Fortress, and the city of Swiftstream! King Roland! We wish to request an audience with King Bard!” Omske said, glancing at Roland as he rode forward.

The guards took a closer look. Although Omsk wasn't carrying Roland's royal banner, his attire was quite famous in the North, and soon everyone started whispering among themselves.

"Please wait a moment, we'll go report!" The guard didn't act like the arrogant and condescending characters in those wish-fulfillment novels; instead, he respectfully cupped his hands in greeting.

"No rush." ​​Roland shook his head, not in a hurry. After all, this was someone else's home, and as a guest, one should know the proper etiquette.

……

"Where is King Roland?" Soon Bard also galloped out on his horse.

"Hello! Bud!" Roland dismounted and extended his hand to Bud.

"Hello! Roland!" Bard immediately dismounted and embraced Roland. At this moment, the two were not exchanging greetings as kings, but as old friends.

"How have you been these days?" Bard put his arm around Roland's shoulder and led him inside.

"So-so..." Roland mumbled, after all, he couldn't tell Bard that he had gone out and died out there, could he?

"Yes, is there something you need?" Bard asked seriously.

"Hey! Can't I come see you if there's nothing wrong?" Roland grinned.

“You don’t go to Irubb unless you have something to do.” Bard said with a hint of teasing.

"Pfft! Who's slandering me!" Roland immediately became agitated upon hearing this, which was probably similar to the idea that one doesn't visit a temple without a reason.

"Do you need to slander me?" Bard said, embarrassed. "Who doesn't know that you, King Roland, are a well-known figure in the Middle Kingdom who won't do anything without a profit?"

"It's nothing, I just came to catch up!" Roland said sincerely. Although he was indeed here to take advantage of the situation, he couldn't tell Bard, could he?

"Good heavens! You're quick to build rapport! My scouts reported you were at Lonely Mountain less than an hour ago... You just showed your face and came back?" Bard's smile was rather abstract.

"Uh, I went in for a drink and came right back, so I came to see you!" Roland laughed it off. "Tsk tsk tsk! With your royal family and vast wealth, Roland, there shouldn't be anything in Lonely Mountain and River Valley that you'd be interested in!" Bard scratched his head, really not understanding what Roland was doing with his lightning-fast speed.

"Just came to see an old friend! What kind of person do you think I am? What would I want from you? Your ugliness? Your habit of not showering in bed?" Roland said with a laugh.

"Get lost! You're always up to no good!" Bard pouted.

"Would you like to stay for a meal today?" Bard asked, glancing at the sky and then at Roland.

"It's noon? Then I'll bother you!" Roland didn't stand on ceremony and readily agreed to freeload a meal.

"Speaking of which, what time is it? Didn't Thorin plan to treat you to a meal?" Bard led Omske and Roland into the castle, and Roland immediately saw that Bard's wife and children had already devoured most of the food on the table. They should be back in their rooms resting by now.

"Are you eating?" Roland asked, glancing at the remaining food on the plate at the head of the table.

"Otherwise what? I didn't even have time to wipe my mouth..." Bard rolled his eyes.

"Come, come! Try this roast chicken! Guards! Tell the kitchen to add a few more dishes!" Bard said this to Omske, and then gave orders to the castle's servants.

"Mmm!" Roland didn't stand on ceremony and grabbed a chicken wing to start eating. Although the dishes had already been eaten, the individual serving system kept them very clean. Roland wasn't picky, after all, these were precious foods.

“I bet you haven’t eaten! From the time you came up the mountain to the time you came down… tsk tsk tsk,” Bard said, marveling at Roland and Omsk as they wolfed down their food.

Omske was also engrossed in eating his bread and roast pork, his heart filled with tears. King Roland was suddenly leaving, and Thorin couldn't stop him!

"Ding! Historical location check-in successful! River Valley State! Reward: 1 Honor Point!"

Just as Roland was about to speak, the system's voice rang out, and Roland immediately beamed with joy. Five honor points could be exchanged for many good things.

"...Roland, are you alright? Don't give me that look!" Bard looked at Roland with a lewd smile, somewhat frightened, and unconsciously shrank back a few centimeters away from Roland. However, this small action greatly hurt Roland's feelings.

"..." Roland's smile vanished instantly; the joy of gaining honor points paled in comparison to the pain of being treated as a pervert.

"Eat...eat!" Soon the cook brought out several new dishes, and Bard immediately called Roland to start eating.

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"Thank you for the treat!" Roland let out a burp and swaggered out of the castle.

"Now I have reason to suspect that your cook has mistreated you... Doesn't he even give you enough to eat?" Bard felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of Roland's fighting power, which was like that of a starving ghost.

"Pah! What abuse? It's because I probably didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning!" Roland said, tears of grief and indignation welling up in his eyes. It was all his fault for being so impatient and impulsive; he had almost starved himself after running around like that.

“…” Bard’s brow twitched, and he suddenly realized that this thing didn’t seem very reliable!
"Alright, don't bother seeing me off. I'll treat you well next time you come to Swiftstream City!" Roland waved his hand. Having successfully freeloaded a meal and gained honor points, there was no point in staying in River Valley. So, after saying goodbye to Bard, he prepared to move on to the next place.

"Your Highness, where are we going now?" Omske asked, leading his horse.

“Let’s go! To Changhu Town!” Roland narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell?" Omsk stumbled. How could you be so blind as to run towards that watery ruin?
"Let's go! Let's go take a look! I miss the days of slaying dragons there!" Roland said with his hands behind his back, a nostalgic look on his face. He could just make up some excuse to fool Omske.

“Fine…” Omsk said, forcing himself to speak.

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