"All the logistical supplies of the Empire's Fourteenth Legion are here. They were originally meant to supply the 14th Legion, but the situation is urgent, so they've been requisitioned..." Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz said calmly.
"All of it? That's wonderful! We need arrows!" Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's eyes lit up. The remnants of the 14th Legion had brought along a thousand-man unit of Bannaria Archers! These archers could effortlessly unleash terrifying volleys! No one wanted to endure their torrential rain of arrows! Naturally, their arrow consumption was equally frightening. Shooting with Battle Qi could not guarantee sustained fire, so Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso urgently needed a batch of arrows as backup supplies.
"Fine!" Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz nodded without refusing. After all, he had witnessed those archers form ranks and blanket the Orc scouts with arrows. Once fired, those arrows were basically impossible to recover, so it was only natural that Grand Duke Ocrean Yaso's stockpile was running low.
"What's wrong?" Roland awoke from a gentle dream and opened his bleary eyes. Nyx's cherry-blossom-pale, rosy body lay before him, and little Roland instinctively rose to attention.
"Get up. It's time to handle state affairs..." Nyx looked at Roland indulgently.
"Hm? State affairs?" What an unfamiliar term that was to Roland! (Adolf Heinrich, Duke Joelster, Yun Feng: Yeah, sure, sure, sure!)
"..." Nyx looked at Roland's sincere, innocent, utterly bewildered expression and let out a helpless laugh. He really had been cast from the same mold! If anyone dared claim Roland did not have Lagrange royal blood now, Nyx would fight them over it! Just look at this inherited tendency to neglect government affairs—the genes were truly stable and powerful!
"Fine, go back to sleep. Keep the blanket over yourself!" Nyx tapped Roland on the head, signaling for him to move his gaze away