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

Chapter 942 Roland's Desire

"Phew, that's a bit scary..." Roland looked at the direction where Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz was dragged away with lingering fear, and began to recall the past of the Franz family in his mind.

As Roland recalled the life of the Franz family, his mouth twitched and he sighed helplessly: "It's a strange family, but it seems that their loyalty is a bit too much..."

Thinking about the time when Marquis Al-Tigeran Franz called him the sun, Roland trembled all over, and a layer of fine goose bumps crawled on his skin. What a heaven-defying name! He was not a general, there was no need to cry and jump...

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"Crackle!" The flames of the bonfire flickered, and a few sparks danced and swirled in the air, leaving only a trace of residual warmth that slowly dissipated.

"Is everything arranged?" Roland sat next to the warm campfire and handed over the barbecue in his hand.

"Your Majesty made it himself! It would be disrespectful for me to refuse it!" Duke Joltea said respectfully.

"Be serious!" Roland rolled his eyes.

"Where is His Majesty Nyx?" Joelstea asked curiously, looking at the empty seat next to Roland.

"She's gone back! That girl isn't a tough guy like us who can withstand the wind and rain!" Roland showed a trace of heartache.

"…So we're just going to sit here in the wind and rain?" Joltea grinned.

"Even food can't stop you from talking?" Roland complained, holding his chest.

"Okay, okay, what the sun said makes sense!" Joelsteya said with sarcasm in his eyes.

"...I knew that Darian Nightblade was unreliable!" The veins on Roland's forehead jumped. He clenched his fists. He knew who was the big mouth! Besides Darian Nightblade, who else would dare to make fun of His Majesty the King?

"It's okay, it's okay. Marquis Al-Tigrand Franz is also loyal to you! Although his words are a bit extreme, his loyalty can still be guaranteed!" Joltya said to Roland solemnly. Obviously, as the Hand of the Rapids, the Vladivostok Family knew too well the value of the Franz Family as the Royal lackeys! The Empire basically doesn't have many secrets for the Imperial Fists. Joltya, who knows how the Franz Family made its fortune, may know more than Roland! "Is that extreme? He's almost becoming the head of CX!" Roland said to himself. Throwing him to North Korea with that posture is his real destination! After all, the real sun is there!

"I don't doubt the loyalty of the Franz family, but Marquis Al-Tigeran Franz still needs to prove himself!" Roland did not object to Joltya's words. Although the people brought by the system would definitely be loyal to him, Joltya didn't know. Roland naturally needed to show the suspicion of a normal king, otherwise his indifferent performance would definitely make Joltya doubt the value of Roland as a king. For a minister, it is not a bad thing that the emperor's heart is hard to predict. A king with a heart as deep as the sea can definitely lead the country further than a king who can be seen at a glance!

"Well, Your Majesty, these people have been settled. Do you have any other instructions?" Duke Joltea did not talk too much with Roland about the Franz family. After all, this family had little to do with the Hand of the Rapids. They did not rely on aristocratic marriages to survive, but instead relied on the monarchy to exist. They were the non-blood nobles with the strongest centripetal force with the royal family! As long as this generation of Marquis Franz's brain was not a pit, he would definitely learn how to interact with Roland!

"Pay attention to disease prevention! Have the priests keep paying attention and don't let the plague break out in the capital!" Roland's face darkened when he mentioned the plague. After all, someone had shamelessly used the Barrow Wights to spread the plague to harm the North! As for other difficulties? Don't worry! They won't kill the Lagran people!

"With this group of people, I don't think we need to mobilize civilians from Rapids to fill the population gap here! These people are really a timely relief!" Duke Jolstea wiped his mouth, put down the barbecue in his hand and said seriously.

"Indeed, relocating people is a waste of money and labor! We didn't have a choice before, but now we have other options and we don't have to torment the people!" Roland also sighed. After all, he did have a hard life! Whose capital is the most sparsely populated area in the country? Don't look! It's you! King Roland!

"Hurry up and gather the population! Build a city belt along the Rapid River as soon as possible! Make use of the Rapid River for shipping!" King Roland delivered an important speech in the tent and gave important instructions! The only listener, Duke Joltea, nodded and applauded, sometimes listening attentively and sometimes recording, just short of jumping up and shouting "Sun" like Marquis Al Tegron Franz!

"Hurry up and build ten cities for me. I want the Mage Tower!" Roland roared in his heart. He didn't think much of the mage inheritance. After all, the birth of mages requires a huge population base. That thing wins in the future, not now! Roland couldn't take out his own mage inheritance when he fought with Sauron in the future, right?

"Building a city takes time! Your Majesty, you need to be patient. We are working hard..." Although Joelstea didn't understand why Roland was in urgent need of urbanization, it did not stop Joelstea from acting according to the king's will!

"Okay..." Roland knew that this matter could not be rushed, but he still felt a little aggrieved. After all, the reward was hanging there for so long, and Roland was not Liu Xiahui. With the wizard Talloran, he could combine the Lulong Fortress into a real Imperial War Fortress!

Mage Tower! Imperial High Mage Tower! War Fortress! Lulong Fortress! Lend me your Imperial Iron Fist! Magic Fusion - The Ultimate War Fortress!

I am the ultimate war fortress! I will protect the people and repel the darkness! War fortress invincible form!

Good guy! The smell comes up with a little tickling! A sense of déjà vu of the new generation of debt king, but with the magic tower, the war fortress is no longer a dead thing standing there! The space jump that locks the space anchor point through the magic center twists the space. I ask you if you are afraid! You don’t come to me? I will drive the war fortress to find you! Desperate? Baby! Do you understand the oppressive feeling of the war fortress riding on your face?

The key point is that the location of Lulong Fortress is very awkward now. It used to be the southern gate of the kingdom (city-state)... Now it has become the hinterland of the empire. Who would build a fortress in their own hinterland? It's not like the Donghuang and Jiliu fortresses, which at least have the meaning of protecting Lagrande City. Lulong Fortress is now there, except for guarding the Jiliu River, it is useless!

"Your Majesty... Grand Duke Okrien Yasuo requests a meeting!" The voice of Darion Nightblade was heard outside the tent.

"No!" Roland said subconsciously.

"Okay...?" Darien Nightblade outside the door changed his tone. It was obvious that Roland's answer made him lack confidence.

"No, wait a minute! Let him in!" Roland patted his head. He was so angry at Darian Nightblade that he almost missed the important task. Darian Nightblade missed me! He should be dragged out and chopped!

"Your Majesty..." After Grand Duke Okrian Yasuo came in, he glanced at Duke Jolstea who was feasting, winked at him, and found that Duke Jolstea did not receive his signal, so he could only salute Roland politely.