"System, display the territory interface." Lying in bed, Rynar gently embraced Nyx and muttered the command in his mind.
A virtual screen instantly appeared before his eyes, with lines of text rapidly unfolding.
Riverguard:
Area: One square kilometer.
Buildings:
Dilapidated Lord's Castle *1 Ordinary Wooden Houses *240 Intermediate Magic-Patterned City Walls Stone Well Blacksmith Shop Barracks Archer Sanctuary
Noble: Apophis Breo (False Duke of the Conqueror's Lion)
Generals:
Caslow (Tier 3) Reynard (Tier 4) Radir (Tier 4) Dylan (Tier 6) Omsk (Tier 6) Lavian (Tier 4)
Special Personnel:
Lady Aivy (Tier 3) Grand Duke Nyx: Nyx (Tier 2) City Defense Officer: Marcus (Tier 4) Administrator: Lance (Tier 2)
Military Strength: 3,445 soldiers
Holy Radiance Knights: 100 Tier 2 Zaltarion Knights Zaltarion City Guards: 150 Tier 2 Warriors Battanian Archers: 800 Tier 2 Archers Dunwenian Heavy Swordsmen: 100 Tier 2 Swordsmen Elnino Rangers: 100 Tier 2 Rangers Zaltarion Royal Guards: 200 soldiers RapidLegion: 1,200 RapidInfantry Conscripted Light Infantry: 200 Light Infantry Zaltarion Heavy Cavalry: 100 Heavy Cavalry Clerics: 8 Tier 2 Clerics Mages: 1 Tier 2 Fire Mage Crusader Spear and Shield Soldiers: 100 Crusader Archers: 300 Crusader Heavy Shield Soldiers: 20 Knights of the Crossed Purple Jasmine: 20 Duchy Light Cavalry: 30 Conqueror Knights: 16
Population: 10,027 (Trainable Civilians: 3,647)
Evaluation: The lone king leads his remaining people back to their homeland, establishing this city with towering walls.
The presence of civilians has brought a semblance of life to the city, and everything is progressing in a positive direction.
The city's military strength is formidable, with many potential recruits. Even in the face of large-scale attacks, it can securely defend itself.
Note: The sole heir of the Conqueror's Lion family has arrived here. Though the former glory of the family has faded, he remains trustworthy and worthy of loyalty. Their honor still flows in their veins.
Abilities:
As the only remaining territory of the Zaltarion Kingdom in Middle-earth, it attracts Zaltarion's displaced people. The system will guide a group of wandering Zaltarion civilians here daily. The lord must ensure their proper resettlement.
Allows the recruitment and training of RapidInfantry from the local populace. Northern Capital! Zaltarion soldiers defending this place gain morale and stamina bonuses. (Unlocked at 10,000 population.)
Rynar was overjoyed—not only had the population surpassed 10,000, but new city traits had also been unlocked!
But wait… was this trait really appropriate? A defensive buff? Did this mean Riverguard would be constantly under attack from now on?
How did a former northern capital suddenly gain the characteristics of a frontline city? What Rynar desperately needed was a trait that boosted production.
Even a mere 5% agricultural efficiency increase would be more useful!
"Dear, we've taken in quite a few refugees this time. This should help alleviate our labor shortage," Nyx said affectionately, snuggling into Rynar's embrace while playfully sweeping her golden hair across his face.
"Mischievous again?" Rynar gently patted her perky rear, his eyes full of adoration.
If the unwavering spirit of his Rapid Infantry made him feel like he was truly living in a real world, then Nyx was the only woman in this world who gave him the warmth of home.
"The situation is still concerning… same problem as always—food…" Rynar sighed, rubbing his temples. A growing population meant more labor but also more mouths to feed. As for relying on the system? Forget it! That damned thing always handed out the most random, useless rewards.
"Relax. Everything will pass, and everything will get better…" Nyx whispered after a brief silence.
She lifted her delicate face and gently kissed Rynar's cheek. As his woman, she understood his struggles perfectly, yet she had no way to help, which filled her with guilt.
"Alright, darling, time to get up. We have government affairs to handle!" Rynar playfully tapped Nyx's nose and smiled.
"Ugh… fine…" Nyx groaned as she reluctantly got out of bed. Her loose silk nightgown slipped, revealing an expanse of smooth skin.
"Oh! My beautiful lady, you are truly a masterpiece of creation!" Rynar teased as he helped her dress, taking the opportunity to indulge in some affectionate touches.
Middle-earth was amazing! Being a king in Middle-earth was even better! Once a lifelong bachelor, Rynar now had a wife and had become a true man. This was every shut-in's dream come true.
"Alright, let's see what needs to be handled today…" Nyx murmured as she gracefully settled into her chair, her delicate fingers flipping through a small stack of parchment delivered by the maids that morning.
Honestly, what kind of governmental affairs could a tiny place like Riverguard have? With a population of just over 10,000, there was barely any crime, and everyone was busy preparing for winter. Most matters were already handled by Marcus and Reynard.
After signing off on two minor supply requisitions, Nyx's work was done. She carefully signed Rynar's name, then stamped it with the golden dragon-seal of the king before gently blowing on the ink to dry it. And just like that, the day's work was finished…
Rynar watched in disbelief. No wonder Earth's nobles longed for the Middle Ages—this was way too indulgent! Five minutes of work for a whole day of leisure?
"Alright, darling, work is done. If you're free, would you go horseback riding with me?" Nyx stretched lazily, resting her head on her arms like a contented cat as she gazed at Rynar with anticipation.
Our great King of Zaltarion, Rynar, was utterly bewitched by this little minx, barely resisting the urge to enact some royal privileges. But considering the implications… sigh.
Indulging in midday affairs wasn't ideal. He was a disciplined man! A man of virtue! He repeated this in his mind, but his hands still itched as he eyed Nyx's enticing curves…
"You little temptress! I'll punish you tonight!" Rynar sighed helplessly, suppressing his inner desires.
"Since you want to ride, let's go check on the Tupet Centaur Tribe," Rynar suddenly recalled the land still under his rule. Even though it was a centaur settlement, they were still his vassals.
It was time to visit and strengthen their bond—an essential skill for any competent noble.
"Tupet Forest? I've heard centaurs are natural-born gourmets! I want to try their food!" Nyx's eyes sparkled with excitement. Indeed, all women had a weakness for good food…
Rynar glanced at Nyx's perfect figure and wisely chose to stay silent. Eating was a blessing—as long as she didn't gain weight, he could live with it.
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