Chương 143: The Introverted Vina and the Curious Cat

Roland looked at Vina in front of her, who was wearing a slip dress and had an extremely voluptuous and alluring figure.

I couldn't help but swallow.

"Um, Miss Vina, do you have a moment now? I'd like to talk to you about printing technology."

Vina's lips curved into a smile.

"Of course I'm free, Miss Roland, please come in."

Vina's voice remained cold and aloof.

She glanced at Roland with a long, thoughtful look, then turned aside to make room for her, her large tail swaying behind her.

Roland was a little confused.

"Huh? Shall we talk in your room?"

Her original plan was to call Vina to her office for further discussion.

As a result, Vina let Roland into the room right away, even though she was dressed so scantily...

Vina seemed to sense Roland's concerns, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly again.

"Miss Roland, please come in. My technical drawings are all piled up in the room; it will be more convenient to discuss them inside."

"Besides, there's nothing in my room that can't be seen in the light, so there's nothing to worry about."

Upon hearing this, Roland stopped worrying and stepped across the doorway.

As the wooden door closed, Roland surveyed the view from Vina's room.

All I can say is that she truly lives up to her image as a gloomy, homebody.

This room is an utter mess.

The small living room, used as a place to entertain guests and relax, is filled with books, which even cover half of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The desktop was scattered with complex design drawings and various drawing tools.

There were even more books, filling the bookshelves on the wall.

Of course, these are all fine; most senior scholars in this world are in this situation.

The problem lies in the clothes scattered around the room.

She saw a skirt, a shirt, stockings, and even a large bra. Her pupils dilated in shock, and she couldn't help but steal a glance at Vina.

Is this gloomy dark elf really that capable?

Besides, isn't this something that can't be exposed to the light of day? There are clothes everywhere.

Vina and Roland sat down on the sofa.

However, the seats opposite were already piled high with books, so Vina could only sit next to Roland.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland, is it alright if we just make do like this?"

"Of course... we can, since we're all girls."

Roland sensed a tense atmosphere and, like a shy young girl, she pressed her legs together.

As Vina sat down, her plump thighs bumped against the sofa, and her glossy black stockings shimmered under the light.

The soft fabric pressed against Roland's legs, the stockings colliding and transferring heat between their skin.

Roland was somewhat embarrassed.

Isn't this a bit too intimate?

Vina seemed perfectly normal.

She poured two cups of tea, pushed one of them in front of Roland, and began to get down to business.

"Miss Roland, is there something you need from me?"

Roland suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and told Vina her purpose.

After a moment, Vina nodded in understanding.

"Miss Roland, I have indeed researched the color-changing ink and printing press you mentioned."

"But compared to the printing presses used in newspaper offices, this thing has absolutely no advantages other than looking fancy."

Are you sure you need it?

"That's exactly what I need," Roland said with a smile.

"I'm using this to print group tokens. Your technology is perfect for anti-counterfeiting, and I don't need a large quantity, so there's no need for mass production."

"Group tokens?" Vina asked, her tone tinged with doubt.

Roland then explained her plan, which the gloomy dark elf listened to with nods of approval.

Vina, recalling the recent situation at the Roland Group, suddenly realized what was going on.

"I see. So Miss Roland would rather go to great lengths than lay off some idle employees?"

"If it were my sisters who own factories, they would definitely choose to lay them off first."

Upon hearing Vina's words, Roland naturally thought of the nightingale.

All I can say is that this is how the Dark Elves, with their extremely high concentration of capital, are: if their employees aren't doing any work, they're considered lazy and idle.

Roland clarified things on behalf of the employees.

"Miss Vina, those employees aren't idle; in fact, they work harder than anyone else. I won't give up on them easily."

"We are doing nothing because we are subject to economic sanctions, raw material shortages, and shrinking markets."

"Once the greenhouse harvest is plentiful and the spicy snack workshop goes live, everything will be alright."

"Yeah?"

Vina smiled and complimented her.

"You are such a good boss, everyone must love and respect you very much."

……

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Roland got up to take her leave.

Her goal has been achieved; Vina will produce the printing press and ink as quickly as possible.

Therefore, there was no need for her to stay here any longer.

Moreover, Roland had a strange feeling that Vina was like a predator, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

She clearly seems like a socially awkward, introverted girl, and doesn't even have much magic.

It can't be the feeling of pressure from body shape, can it?

Damn it, she clearly likes Jenny, a pure and cute pretty girl.

Instead of a voluptuous and sexy older woman like Vina, whose body could suffocate her with her buttocks!

Roland shook her head, dismissing the strange thought, and went up the stairs back to her bedroom.

As her footsteps faded into the distance, Vina immediately stood up.

She brushed aside the messy bangs that were covering her eyes, revealing a pair of eyes filled with astonishment.

She had just taken the opportunity of getting close to Roland to carefully sense Roland's body.

Even she herself couldn't believe it when she said it, but the feeling Roland gave her was that of a purebred golden fox royal fox girl.

She turned around and faced the sofa where Roland had just been sitting.

The sofa was slightly sunken, as if the fox spirit's fragrance still lingered on it, and a soft fox fur had fallen onto it.

The golden fox fur stood out prominently against the leather sofa.

Vina bent down, reached out, picked up the fox fur, and examined it closely.

After a moment's hesitation, she brought the fox fur to her nose and took a deep breath.

A faint citrus scent lingered around her nose, stirring her emotions.

"Hmm~~~" Vina let out a long groan.

"A true fox spirit, it seems to really be of Golden Fox blood."

"So the reason that tree spirit sent me away was because of Roland's race."

"It's really strange. How could a human possibly revert to the bloodline of the Golden Fox Royal Family? This isn't magic."

She murmured to herself, her eyes brimming with an irrepressible curiosity.

Unique business acumen, exceptionally rich knowledge, values and ways of thinking that differ greatly from those of the mainstream aristocracy... and these other strange and unusual changes.

What an amazing little nun!

She's a good person in every way, except she's too curious, especially about interesting things.

This is how it was when it was bombed, and this is how it is now.

Now, Roland has completely captured her attention.

Vina couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"How interesting and charming. No wonder Caryl joined my Night Scholars Club to protect her."

"What a pity, that old fox Kalil, she probably never imagined I was in the surface world."

Vina seemed to have thought of something amusing, and she chuckled to herself.

After laughing for a while, her gaze shifted to the dent in the sofa.

Five minutes ago, Roland's soft buttocks were pressed against this spot, and had been there for nearly half an hour.

Vina always found it incredible that a human could become a member of the Golden Fox Royal Family.

To further confirm its authenticity, she hesitated for a moment, then bent down.

Sniff...

"Wow, cough cough, that's some really strong vixen scent!"