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

Chapter 941: King Roland, the Sun King?

"..." Darien Nightblade was shocked by the behavior of Marquis Al Tigrand Franz. After all, the last person who changed his face so smoothly was King Roland. The fact that he could change his face so smoothly and naturally showed that the Franz family really had something!

"Hehe, come with us!" Darien Nightblade took a deep look at Marquis Al Tigrand Franz, and finally, with the confirmation of Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo, he acknowledged that this guy was really the Imperial Marquis... Although he looked a little shabby, his identity should be real.

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"Your Majesty..." Darion Nightblade led a group of people to the mound where Roland was to report.

After all, for the sake of safety and control, Roland wisely refuted those stupid suggestions to set up the king's camp at the entrance of the camp. Although everyone said that the people could better see the emperor and win the hearts of the people, Roland was very tempted, but he knew very well that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall. As a king, he had better not look for trouble. Wouldn't it be better to be a mascot in other people's situations? As for winning the hearts of the people, that was too easy! Can these naive people in Middle-earth compare with the political level of a mysterious oriental country with a history of 5,000 years?

Hold a grand return ceremony, and then distribute food and money! The king will lead the ministers to express condolences, and finally let Roland tearfully express his guilt and longing for the wanderer, and then "sincerely" issue a self-criticism edict! Ensure that these simple people of Middle-earth Lagrande, who are no different from blank paper, are moved to call out their loyalty! Then cry and jump and shout that the emperor's kindness is profitable! Social skills - Oriental political science! Isn't this shady? How can you play without cutting? In the world of Middle-earth, it is said to be a dimensionality reduction attack, which is an overestimation of those noble parasites who can only do primitive oppression!

Roland used a lot of brainwashing and empty promises to ensure that these blank slates who had never experienced the baptism of "grandson" would rush over to fight for him, shouting about gratitude and loyalty!

"Your Majesty!" Before Darian Nightblade could finish his words, a strong wind whistled past him. The figure was faster than lightning and also faster than Darian Nightblade's sword.

"Plop! Swish!" Before Roland could react, he saw a figure kneeling on the ground suddenly slide and appear in front of him.

"..." Darien Nightblade silently put back the Garuda, the Wind-Listening Blade he had drawn. After all, the dirty marquis in front of him didn't look like someone who could be successfully assassinated.

"Your Majesty! The Franz family finally sees you again! The Lagrande family is the sun of the Franz family! The Franz family cannot live without you!" Then Roland felt a suffocating feeling as if a python was entangled around his thigh.

"Uh..." Roland looked down and saw a disheveled man hugging his thighs tightly. Roland's face changed slightly, and he was a little at a loss for a moment. While the man was wailing, Nyx had already protected Roland in front of him without making a sound.

"Your Majesty! The loyalty of the Franz family is evident to all! Loyalty is everything to us! I am terrified! You are like the sun, piercing through the falsehood and bringing light to me! Kindness!" Marquis Al-Tigerand Franz cried out with great emotion, and he couldn't help shedding two lines of tears when he was deeply moved.

"Fatty is too..." Some strange BGM suddenly sounded in Roland's mind.

"Kindness! Loyalty! The kindness of the Lagrande family to the Franz family is something I can never repay even if I spend my entire life being loyal to them!" Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz's voice was sincere. He hugged Roland's thigh as if he was hugging the future.

"Franz... family?" Roland, who had been struggling for control of his body with his brain and cerebellum for a long time, resisted the urge to kick the beggar away and looked at the person in front of him carefully.

Roland was completely confused at the moment. He didn't know what had happened. He only knew that a person inexplicably slid to his knees and hugged him, shouting something about loyalty and the sun.

"..." Darion Nightblade's eyes twitched as he looked at Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo. His expression was very clear - you brought this thing here, you deal with it yourself...

"Ahem, are you Grand Duke Ochrian Yasuo? Stand up..." Roland, who was confused, quickly reached out to help him. "Your Majesty! I am Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz! Franz family! The loyal dog of the royal family!" Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz said painfully, as if his own value was denied.

"Oh oh oh! Al Tiger... Marquis Lang Franz, right? Stand up! Stand up!" Roland hurriedly endured the strange smell and picked up this so-called imperial marquis.

"Your Majesty..." Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo came over with an awkward smile on his face.

"You are..." Roland dragged Marquis Al Tegrand Franz, who was hugging his thigh, with one hand, and looked at Grand Duke Ochrian Yasuo helplessly. Apparently, Marquis Franz's crying scene made Roland, a theoretical person, numb. In ancient times, Liu Bei cried for Jingzhou, and now the Marquis cried for Roland... In front of Marquis Al Tegrand Franz, Roland was like a rookie.

"Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo, Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory, the Windward Family!" Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo bowed to Roland.

"No need to greet me, this is..." Roland pulled his pants with one hand to prevent himself from being pulled down by the eloquent Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz, while looking at the person behind Grand Duke Ochrian Yasuo.

"Your Majesty, this is my retainer, Okrien Ryukin! He is a sixth-rank swordsman..." Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo introduced him to Roland.

"Your Majesty..." Okrian Ryukin bowed to Roland politely.

"Then I won't disturb you and Marquis Al from reminiscing about the past! I'll go arrange for the soldiers to set up camp first..." Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo looked at Marquis Al Tigrand Franz, who was hugging Roland's thigh on one side, and Roland, who was trying hard to pull his leg free on the other side. He suddenly felt that it was a bit inappropriate for him to stand here. He immediately found an excuse to escape with the Ryukyu Swordmaster, leaving behind only Darien Nightblade, who looked like he had lost all hope in life.

"Nyx..." Roland turned around suddenly and found a figure behind him. Not only was Nyx gone, but everyone else had disappeared as well.

"..." Darian Nightblade, who was hidden in the light, looked at Roland and had no intention of leaving.

"Your Majesty! I miss you! I am terrified! The late emperor is nowhere to be found! I have been exiled to the void, not because I am afraid of death! It is because I have been entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the royal family and can only survive in this world! Now that I can see Your Majesty... I... I... I am terrified! I am so uncomfortable! Your Majesty!" Marquis Al Tegrand Franz threw himself on Roland's legs and burst into tears.

"Stand up...stand up and talk! You don't have to do this!" Roland's eyelids twitched. He even mentioned the late emperor? Are you going to give me a memorial to my ancestors the next second?

"Someone! Someone! Take the Marquis Al-Tiger... down to calm down! Let him calm down!" Roland shouted hurriedly. For a moment, he even forgot the name of the Marquis Al-Tiger Franz and just kept pulling at his pants with his hands.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am terrified! I am terrified~" When Al Tigrand Franz was dragged away by the royal guards, his voice seemed to linger in the ears for three days.

I spent two days working on the fish tank, I will definitely make up for that chapter when I have time!