Clash Royale: Life as a Lord in Another World

[Western Fantasy] + [Reincarnation in Another World] + [Prince] + [Royal Clash Card] + [Maid Group] + [Slow Farming] Before his death, he was the most qualified graduate student in his mentor's laboratory, but when he woke up, he became the thirteenth prince just born in a different world. Feilli carried a set of undead cards compensated by the God of Creation and lay dormant for six years, finally waiting for the day when he would become a knight and a vassal. In the northern border, monsters are rampant, the people are hungry and cold, and there is a greedy agent waiting to see his jokes. Everyone thought that the six-year-old little prince who looked like a porcelain doll would not survive the first winter - until they saw skeleton soldiers pouring out of the quarry all over the mountains and plains, and the cold light of the bone swords overwhelmed the wind and snow. "Your Highness, the Northland cavalry has crossed the line again." "Well, let the new Blue Bones go meet them." "Your Highness, there seems to be something ringing in the ruins of the old king." "What a coincidence, the energy core that was just activated two days ago is missing a test subject." "Your Highness, the chief magician of the royal capital has chased you for thousands of miles and insists on accepting you as his disciple." "... Tell him I'm going to dig a mine first." While the lord next door was still debating whether to use a crossbow or a trebuchet to attack the city, Field had already uncovered the dusty defense hub of the Old King's era deep in his own mine. When the old magician lamented his wasted talent, he took out a staff and lit up the entire ancient magic transport line across the Warcraft Mountains with his backhand. "I came to the border to take care of my old age, but why am I getting busier as I take care of myself?"