Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

"You are probably exposed."

Levi turned his head and looked at Senger, shrugging.

"Don't you think the wind is really strong?"

Sengger was still stubborn.

"I had just become an adult when I left, and now it has been nearly 20 years. I have changed so much that they can't recognize me."

"Okay, if you say so, then so."

Levi was too lazy to continue to argue with him. This matter was already very clear.

After all, Marshal Rohan did not work for nothing. As the general and supreme marshal under the king, he could not do nothing when he heard an outsider say that he wanted to beat the king, even if the king was notorious now.

In any case, he was their king, and the dignity of the king could not be challenged. This was the duty and obligation of a marshal.

Even if the opponent was Levi, he had to fight first, even if it was just for show, and he could not just give in before he started.

But...

If it was Levi plus Rohan's popular prince, Senger, the next and only legitimate heir of Rohan, then the nature would be different.

After quickly cleaning up the still-hot mushroom soup in the pot, the two mounted their horses, bypassed Fort Ode, and continued westward.

One day later.

In the field, Senger pointed to the rather conspicuous and majestic palace on the hill in the distance and said:

"Meduselde, or the 'Golden Palace', is where the king is."

He looked at Levi.

Levi also looked at him.

The two exchanged glances and nodded to each other.

In the middle of the night, torches were lit up, illuminating the road around the palace.

Even at night, the splendor of this palace remained undiminished. The flames jumped onto the gold-plated pillars in front of the door, and flowed on the bird and animal patterns inlaid with jewels and gold pieces on the gate, thus highlighting its existence.

"Stop."

When Levi and Senger walked to the door of the palace, two guards crossed their swords to stop them. Although their hands holding the swords were steady, their unsmooth breathing showed that their mood was not as calm as they seemed.

Standing opposite this person, the pressure was too great.

"I have something to do with your king."

One of the guards glanced at Levi and said:

"Please wait a moment."

A moment later, the Grand Marshal stationed in Edoras arrived with dozens of fully armed soldiers and gathered in front of the door.

As soon as they arrived, they surrounded the place.

"Greetings, Legend Levi."

"Forgive me, I..."

The Grand Marshal looked at Levi, and the words he wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Normally, it is necessary to disarm when meeting the king, but is it really meaningful to do so to the person in front of you?

Can the dragon be helpless against the small human without teeth?

With his throat surging, the Grand Marshal took a deep breath and chose to firmly perform his duties.

"I must take away your weapons before I can let you go in to see King Finger."

Levi raised his hand in cooperation. Seeing him like this, the Grand Marshal was also relieved and went to check in person.

No, he only had that black armor on him, and he didn't bring any weapons.

After Levi finished the inspection, Sengger was also released. The two followed him into the hall at the signal of the Grand Marshal.

"Who is visiting in the middle of the night? Don't you know it's time for me to have a midnight snack?"

On the throne, the gray-haired Fengger slumped down with a big belly, and began to blame the visitor before he saw him.

"Levi, the lord of Lubianbao." Levi answered briefly.

"A lord... Oh, wait, I remember you, a big shot in the north. You've been in the news for the past few years. What's up?"

"I heard you were planning to seize my caravan some time ago?"

"Is that true?"

Fenger pretended to be suspicious, scratched his head, looked away from Levi, and said to his hands:

"I'm sorry, I don't remember doing this, maybe you remembered it wrong."

"My people won't lie to me."

"Then you'd better be careful, there are many people who are inconsistent in appearance and heart."

"Don't bother, I know what happened here, I have already investigated on the way here, you did try to swallow the goods of our caravan, right?"

"So what?"

Seeing that Levi and the mysterious masked man next to him were unarmed, Fenger simply didn't bother to pretend.

"Your caravan maliciously sells goods and disrupts the local market. I have legal grounds to detain them."

"What law?"

"Relevant laws."

"What relevant laws?"

"Relevant laws made by me."

"Beautiful."

Levi applauded, and Senger beside him clenched his fists and trembled with anger.

He couldn't help but shout: "Stupid man!"

"What did you say!?"

"How dare an outsider who came from here to comment on me!"

Fenger pointed at Senger and scolded: "For the sake of the people around you, I can forgive you once, but if you can't control your mouth next time, things will not be so simple."

"Outsiders... Ha, it's really interesting."

"You-"

The words were suddenly interrupted.

Levi stood in front of Senger and said: "Then the conclusion is that you don't intend to admit your fault, right."

"What's my fault?"

"Okay."

Levi smiled and said to Senger: "You go out first and come back later."

"Okay." Senger looked at Levi, then at Fengger, nodded slowly, and left the hall.

"It seems that you, a king who only thinks about eating and drinking and making money all day, have indeed lost your mind and need to be corrected."

As Levi said this, he walked forward and moved his fingers.

"What are you going to do?"

Fengger's heart tightened. Seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly ordered loudly: "Stop him!"

"Sir, stop."

The Grand Marshal stepped forward.

Bang!

The next moment, he was knocked to the ground by a punch.

Snap!

Just as the Grand Marshal was touching his weapon with one hand and preparing to stand up to resist, a sword appeared out of thin air and stuck into the floor next to his neck, shocking him so much that he broke out in cold sweat, and his breathing and heartbeat stopped for a moment.

"You are dead."

Their eyes met for a moment.

Levi drew back his sword, blocked the attack from behind, kicked two people over, and knocked down the lamppost next to him.

The scene was in chaos, and Fenger stood up quickly, covered his head and hid behind the throne.

The sound of metal clashing and fighting continued.

Soldiers led by the marshal rushed over one after another, trying to stop Levi's steps, and then they were knocked to the ground one by one.

Some soldiers wanted to stand up and continue fighting, but suddenly a strong hand grabbed his foot and pulled him back.

"Don't make a sound, keep lying down, that man is His Highness Senger's partner, he won't do anything too outrageous."

After saying that, the marshal closed his eyes, tilted his head, and his expression was quite peaceful.