"Do you think he looks like the king of The Shire?" Roland asked, pointing at Bilbo Baggins.
"???" Aragorn stared at Roland in shock, his face practically saying, Are you drunk out of your damn mind? Did this man look the slightest bit kingly? This was probably what people meant by "wearing dragon robes but still not looking like a prince," right?
"What? I think he should be able to do a good job as king!" Roland said, looking at Aragorn's stunned expression.
"I have no objection, but I do have my doubts..." The corner of Aragorn's mouth twitched, and a few traces of helplessness flashed through his eyes.
"Don't worry. The people of The Shire will soon long for a king! After all, the Dunedain rangers won't be guarding the border anymore!" Roland shook his head. People always remembered the food and forgot the beating. Let their Uncle Orc elbow The Shire a few times and they would behave! After all, ever since the harsh winter of 2912 in the Third Age ended, The Shire had never fought again. Their last battle had been between the Hobbits and the Northern Ice Plain Ice Wolves! (The Hobbits loved life. Like the Lagrange Kingdom, they had once suffered a great famine. Fortunately, Roland had merely overreached himself, and with help from the surrounding kingdoms, no one had starved to death. But in The Shire, Hobbits really had starved!)
"Enough. We'll talk about that later. Let's handle the important business first!" Roland shook his head. Even if Orcs did creep in, they would not be able to harm Bilbo. After all, this man had The One Ring in hand, and he was also a third-tier Flying Thief! With low-level killing moves like Backstab and Gouge, even a knight of the same tier