"Cough, cough... Speak freely, my loyal minister!" After receiving an inheritance from the Empire, Roland's eyes had become much clearer. As the saying went, when you gained one thing, you were bound to lose another. Roland had gained provisions and lost his worries! In his fine mood, Roland was willing to listen to anything.
"Doesn't the Kingdom's current economic system have serious problems?" Al-Tegron-Franz reluctantly said, raising an eyelid as the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Life always finds a way!" Roland said, blushing. After all, the Kingdom's commercial activity currently consisted only of a small amount of trade in Flowing City. Who could have imagined that the Northern Territory's capital would shoulder the role of the Kingdom's commercial center?
"..." Marquis Al-Teglang-Franz's eyelid twitched. Did His Majesty even hear what he was saying? This free-range style of commercial administration was genius in the worst possible way!
"Cough, cough, it's not a major problem. Commerce isn't a necessity for the Kingdom... There are many more important matters that require the Kingdom's attention!" Roland coughed. Mainly because this damned patch of land that was the Lagrange Kingdom sat at the crossroads of four wars. What had once been ignored wasteland swiftly drew everyone's attention after Roland led people to establish a nation there. Sauron discovered that someone had seized him by the throat along his north-south route! The two southern nations discovered they had reinforcements! The dwarves discovered they had someone to lean on and could finally stand tall! The once-deserted wasteland instantly became lively...
Roland himself had nearly turned into the king of Western Middle-earth, shouting "Kill, kill, kill!" at everyone he met. The remaining commerce existed entirely to trade for wheat to feed the people. Roland had never deliberately managed the rest of the spontaneous commercial activity. Although Dragon