Chương 22: Sister, our family is rich now.

Jenny felt extremely distressed when she saw Roland walking unsteadily down the stairs.

Miss Roland must have suffered inhuman torment, yet she had to pretend everything was fine to put their minds at ease.

She and Renee quickly went over to help Roland and led her to a chair to rest.

"Miss Roland, you've suffered so much." Jenny looked remorseful.

"You're being tortured like this by that damned princess, and I'm powerless to help you. I'm so useless!"

As soon as Roland saw Jenny's expression, she knew that Jenny had misunderstood.

If I had to put it bluntly, she was only hit for a short while, and it didn't hurt that much...

After all, the painful transformation effect of [Steel Brand] is still there.

"Don't worry, don't worry, that princess didn't make things difficult for me."

"I'm talking," Roland said, gently stroking Jenny and Renee's heads with both hands.

"We have reached some cooperation agreements, so the church can grow bigger and bigger in the future, and we will become richer and richer."

As for the "steel brand," she didn't intend to tell the ordinary Jenny sisters, as it would only cause them unnecessary worry.

Jenny, upon hearing Roland's words, wore a strange expression.

"Cooperation? But Miss Roland, that princess is extremely wicked. You must be very careful of her!"

"She even bullies Renee and steals her milk!"

"Pfft!" Roland almost spat out her saliva as she looked at Renee.

Sure enough, the limping little girl had flushed cheeks, moist eyes, and empty hands.

Very well, she really is a smug, wicked, and evil little brat. She's like this to her, and she's like this to the little girl on the street.

She even steals other people's milk. If she's so powerful, why doesn't she go out and steal lollipops on the street? She might as well steal the whole street, otherwise she'd be too embarrassed to call herself an imperial princess.

Roland sympathetically ruffled Renee's hair, then with a wave of her hand, took out a new bottle of Roland-brand milk from her spatial ring.

Then she placed it in Renee's arms.

"Little Renee, don't be sad. I'll give you another bottle. Don't pay any attention to that perverted, wicked princess."

"Those little brats are only smug for a while. Sooner or later they'll get a beating and then be pinned against the wall for the night. You absolutely mustn't become one of those bad kids!"

Renee nodded blankly, looking at the milk in her arms.

If she hadn't been able to sense the milk's unique characteristics, she probably would have thought it was just some ordinary, common milk.

Miss Roland, where did you get so many of these potion ingredients?

Logically speaking, the higher the grade of the material and the more unique its effect, the rarer it should be, right?

It was as if there was a curious kitten inside her, constantly scratching itself, itching unbearably.

Roland was unaware of Renee's thoughts. After comforting the lame little girl, she continued to look at Jenny.

"Don't worry, I'm confident I can handle Princess Elizabeth, and the cooperation is genuine."

As she spoke, she took out a small cloth bag from her spatial ring and placed it on the table.

The gold coins inside overflowed like flowing water, falling onto the wooden tabletop with a crisp, melodious sound.

"Look, so many gold coins! My spatial ring is overflowing. Oh, and there's also the spatial ring on my hand!"

Roland, like an otaku who had just received a limited edition Gundam, lovingly stroked the ring on her ring finger.

"This is all as a deposit for the collaboration, Jenny, we're rich now!"

……

It was 5 p. m., and with so much happening at the church, it closed early.

Just then, the civilians waiting outside the church, terrified by the Imperial Guard, scattered like birds and beasts.

As for the treatment, Elizabeth, after obtaining the formula, promised to promote it under the name of Wayne Company, along with the Magic Furnace.

Although Roland can no longer absorb faith through this, she can still receive continuous dividends from it.

Furthermore, Elizabeth left a loophole for Roland: the stable sales of potions in the Old Port District would be controlled by Roland.

Wayne Company will continue to supply her, saving Roland time from making potions.

Overall, Roland is satisfied with the current situation.

On Earth, it would be like accidentally discovering a chemical formula and catching the eye of a major company.

She can handle everything from production to promotion, so she doesn't have to do anything. She can just stay at home, collect money, eat, drink, and have fun.

Of course, this is on the premise that there is no "steel brand".

Now she is caught in the power struggle between three forces, and her life remains oppressive.

Such immense pressure must be healed with money.

This is where the "Pink Harbour VIP Card" given by Princess Elizabeth came in handy.

Pink Harbor Merchants, whose main business includes catering, can deliver all kinds of delicacies to the church by carriage as long as there is enough money.

The rest area on the second floor of the church.

It's the size of a living room, connected to a balcony, and has a plush sofa and a large table.

At this moment, Roland and Renee were sitting facing each other, with the table full of all kinds of delicious food.

Cheese and bacon, honey-glazed braised pork, sweet and sour pork, seafood steak, cream of mushroom soup...

And right in the center, there's a large plate of earthworm pork ribs emitting a faint glow—a truly luminous dish.

These are all genuine magical dishes, not only with unique taste and deliciousness, but also to accelerate the recovery of magical power and leave one feeling refreshed.

Of course, the earth dragon is not a dragon, but a monster similar to the Triceratops from the dinosaur era on Earth. It has the strength level of a novice professional, and killing one can yield a lot of high-quality meat.

However, its steaks are still very expensive, and even ordinary nobles wouldn't dare to eat them every day.

This one meal alone has cost Roland over eight hundred gold coins.

That's equivalent to eight million RMB, but unfortunately there's no internet on Earth, and no online environment to flaunt wealth.

Otherwise, she would definitely have to film a short video.

"Cheers to the bright future of our church!"

Cheers!

Roland, holding her beer with fine foam, happily clinked glasses with the Jenny sisters.

This beer is also a high-end product, made by the elves. It has a delicate and charming taste and is not easy to get drunk on.

Because little Renee is still too young, the drink in her hand is a juice called Moonlight Grape, which, after adding lemon slices, has the taste of soda from Earth, and is also a high-end product.

"Well, Miss Roland, isn't this a bit too extravagant?"

Jenny sipped her beer hesitantly, staring at the table full of delicious-looking dishes, too afraid to even touch her knife and fork.

He saw it when Roland paid for the meal; this whole table of food cost eight hundred gold coins.

Those are gold coins! She and her sister grew up in the slums and had never seen a single gold coin in their lives, but now they were eating a dish worth eight hundred gold coins.

When she took that bite, it didn't taste like food; it tasted like gold coins.

She even felt like she was dreaming, yet she was also afraid that it really was a dream.

After struggling in the slums with her sister for so many years, she was suddenly rescued by Miss Roland and moved into a warm and pleasant church, becoming a respectable nun.

Now, they are even enjoying magical delicacies that only nobles could afford.

If it really is a dream, then she would rather keep dreaming like this forever and never wake up.

……

While Roland and her two companions were enjoying their meal, a sneaky black cat, taking advantage of the Pink Harbor delivery carriage, quietly climbed onto the second-floor balcony.

It was Caryl, disguised as a black cat, who managed to sneak in using her own merchant guild's food delivery truck after most of Princess Elizabeth's "magical forces" had withdrawn.

But as soon as she stepped onto the second-floor balcony, her face fell.

Although Roland had cleaned up all the sweat scattered on the second floor, she couldn't hide it from Caryl, the witch of love and desire.

The air was thick with the scent of lust.

A human-like anger appeared on Kalil's black cat face, as if the fur on her head was tinged with a green magical glow.

"That damned Elizabeth, that brat, what did she do to my Roland?!"