"Your Highness, go to bed early... The soldiers are tired after a whole night." Caslo advised that it was extremely important to maintain sufficient energy.
"Well, I'll have another cup of hot tea!" Roland agreed with a smile. The 100 kilograms of Tieguanyin given by the system for signing in was enough for Roland to drink for a long time.
"Excuse me, how can you sleep after drinking that stuff?" Omsk widened his eyes to express his shock.
"Of course, if you're sleepy enough, even strong coffee won't cheer you up," Roland explained.
"Uh..." Omsk was too lazy to complain about Roland's explanation.
"Crunch, crunch!" Roland puffed out his cheeks and chewed the jerky vigorously. It was obvious that the jerky was well dried! Even for a foodie like Roland, chewing it was a bit difficult.
"Well... Your Highness, eating meat before going to bed will cause gastrointestinal discomfort..." Omsk said with a stiff upper lip.
"It's okay. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it tastes good when you're hungry!" Roland waved his hand nonchalantly and continued to work hard on the dried meat.
"I'm very worried about His Highness's health..." Omsk whispered to Kaslo. Not only did his king have irregular meals, he also often stayed up late, and overeating was commonplace. He often ate a lot at one meal and wouldn't feel hungry for the whole day!
"There's no other way. Let's go back and ask Grand Duke Nix for advice!" Caslo shook his head helplessly.
If Roland knew what they were thinking, he'd definitely say they were narrow-minded! Isn't Roland in the 21st century living happily like this all day? Staying up all night is commonplace, and eating one meal for three is the preserve of homebodies. Many people spend their days lying flat on their backs.
Seeing the clear stupidity in Roland's eyes, Omsk and Kaslo looked at each other and shook their heads. After saying goodbye to Roland, they got up and went to prepare the camping site for the soldiers.
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"I emphasize again that you must sleep with your armor on! Don't sleep too deeply! The conditions are not very good, so just lean against the pillars and spread a blanket to make do!" Kaslo and Omsk kept moving among the soldiers to ensure that the orders reached everyone's ears.
"Understood!" The soldiers nodded in agreement.
After leading the soldiers to divide the area, Omsk and Kaslo quickly laid hay on Roland's bed in the center and covered it with a blanket. Although the conditions were simple, it did not prevent the king from living comfortably.
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"Okay, that's good! I'll be happy now that I have a place to sleep!" Roland said with satisfaction as he looked at his "nest". He didn't have any absolute requirements for his residence, as long as he could rest.
"Right! Distribute the tents! Let the soldiers sit on the tent cloth. The ground is too cold. Although we can't cover everyone with hay, at least let them get off the icy ground." Roland gave the order. He didn't want his soldiers to catch a cold if they fell asleep.
"They will thank you for your kindness!" Omsk said sincerely.
"Good morning! I'm asleep! Please don't wake me before the orcs attack!" Roland threw himself on the blanket. The mat, padded with hay and several layers of blankets, was not uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, it was incredibly soft. Of course, it would be even more comfortable if he could take off his armor! But Omsk and Kaslo desperately tried to stop him. Thinking back to the troll's attack, Roland shuddered and decisively abandoned this suicidal move.
"Go to sleep, Kaslo! You should rest early too!" After taking a look at the dwarf who was staggering, Omsk shook his head helplessly and said to Kaslo.
"Well, I'll go warn the dwarves! They're in too much danger!" Caslo frowned as he looked at the dwarves, who had drunk too much in their excitement. One look at the piles of wine barrels revealed that the dwarves had already emptied their entire stockpile! It was a desperate move, but the effect was clear. While morale had been significantly boosted, the dwarves' vigilance had dropped to a freezing point! Even the sentinels were blushing!
"Hey! Balin! You can't drink anymore!" Kaslo snatched the wine glass from Balin's hand and shouted angrily.
"Mr. Dragon Rider? Would you like to have a drink to celebrate?" Balin blushed and happily raised another wooden cup to fill it up for Caslo.
"It's not time for us to celebrate yet! We have only just regained some of the lost territory! There is still a deeper darkness staring at us! Lord Balin! Wake up! The war is not over yet!" Kaslo grabbed Balin's clothes and shook him.
Perhaps it was Kaslo's voice that was too loud, but Balin shuddered and instantly sobered up. Roland, who was watching the bedtime skit from a distance, exclaimed that it was a medical miracle! Seeing that Balin had sobered up a bit, Kaslo put him down and pointed at the staggering dwarves. "You're so brave! Do you think the orcs and goblins won't come back? If they attack, I want to know how your men will resist them."
The entrances and exits of the tenth hall were now guarded by Lagrande's sentries. The soldiers pulled the stone slabs over and built them at the door as obstacles and breastworks, which could not only prevent the enemy from rushing in quickly but also serve as cover.
"Sorry... I was inconsiderate! I'll make them stop right now!" Balin's face, which was already red, became even redder because of shame.
But I have to say, the dwarves are truly impressive! They're so drunk, yet they're still able to rally? And they all seem to be sane! Incredible! Their drinking capacity is truly a skill! If it were the Lagrang soldiers, they'd definitely be drunken fools... Forget rallying, even just being able to stand up is impressive.
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Balin quickly ended the dwarves' carnival. The dwarves gathered together, leaned on each other and fell asleep. The dwarves, who were full and tired, didn't care whether the floor was hard or not and started snoring loudly.
"Uh... I seem to have insomnia!" Roland said weakly to Caslo, who was leaning against the pillar with his eyes closed.
"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Caslo was puzzled. Could it be that he really had eaten too much and his stomach was uncomfortable?
"How can I sleep with such thunderous snoring?" Roland said in a muffled voice, burying his head in the quilt.
"Ah, this... just bear with it, Your Highness." Kaslo's eyes widened. His insomnia was caused by this? The dwarves used to snore loudly during camping, didn't they? Roland slept soundly just like that?
What Caslo didn't know was that Roland usually went to bed earlier than the ordinary soldiers. After all, he didn't set up the tents or arrange the camp himself, so he slept like a dead pig before the soldiers went to bed.
"Huh? Kaslo, look at all the holes in the dome of this dwarf hall. What are they doing on the ceiling? Aren't they afraid that the whole dome will fall down?" Roland looked up from his bed and suddenly noticed the many holes in the dome. This scene seemed very familiar. I felt like I had seen it somewhere before, but I just couldn't quite place it! It seemed like a memory from Blue Planet. Roland carefully observed the holes in the hall's dome and fell into deep thought.