Chương 237: The Royal Capital's Socialite, Miss Roland's Backer♂

Rumors about the Roland bloodline began to circulate in Port Hysen.

Meanwhile, the instigators were gathered in a lavish reception room.

Inside the reception room, the tiger-headed man, Bizan, sat in the middle, looking every bit like the person in charge.

Here, a group of powerful and influential people gathered, including high-ranking nobles from the Imperial Council, professors from magic academies, and emerging business elites.

This signifies that the opening at 7: 00 AM, and the Church of Vulcan behind it, are thriving in the empire.

Although recently, due to Bizan's wrong decisions, a large number of commercial nobles and wealthy people who followed the trend of speculating on grain died in the capital.

However, the faith extraction technology within the Church of Vulcan has made a new and significant breakthrough.

Its extraction efficiency has increased from 0. 23 percent to nearly 1 percent, which can be described as an epic breakthrough.

This significantly increased the output of sublimation crystals at the 7 o'clock opening, and also multiplied the stock in Bizan's hands several times.

This special crystal, which can be used to enhance magical talent, is highly sought after by everyone, even though it has significant side effects.

Bizan used sublimation crystals to suppress the nobleman's suicide attempt.

They then began to further expand their influence, bribing officials and developing inside contacts.

Now, a new batch of people have joined the BizZan team.

They were spice merchants from the commercial district surrounding the capital. The representative was a frivolous man with curly hair, who was standing and speaking.

"Bishop Bizan, if I may be so bold, no one will believe the rumors you've spread about Roland Kane."

"Half of the capital knows that those nobles committed suicide by jumping off buildings because they failed to speculate on grain."

"Even a three-year-old in a chimney knows we're spreading rumors and lying!"

A frivolous man's expression is not pleasant when he speaks.

Recently, the Luolan Group, in conjunction with the Old Port District Business Alliance, launched the "Feeding Dragon" spicy strips, which has brought considerable impact to the spice market.

Unfortunately, this time of year, late spring and early summer, is also the time when a new batch of spices is produced.

This caused him to accumulate a large stockpile of expensive spices, which made him extremely anxious and stressed.

He had no choice but to accept Bizan's invitation and join the ranks of those opening at 7 PM.

Bizan listened to the frivolous man's complaints with a dismissive expression.

"You don't need to think about so much. Just continue to spread the news that Roland's bloodline is impure. The others present will also provide convenience and assistance. I will take care of the rest."

"But..." the frivolous man hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

The man's hesitant attitude displeased Bizan's tiger face.

"There's no 'but' about it. Can't even your Spice Merchants Alliance handle something as simple as spreading information?"

"You're not even willing to put in this much effort, yet you expect to acquire the fragrance technology from the Roland Group? You're dreaming!"

Bizan showed the frivolous man absolutely no respect, his tone full of mockery, making the man's expression awkward.

The others in the lounge all looked on as if they were watching a show.

It's clear to everyone that the good days for the spice merchants' alliance are over.

These guys who used to rely on their monopoly to drive up spice prices and make a fortune by reselling will be thoroughly humiliated by the Roland Group and the Old Port District Business Alliance.

Although the current shipment volume of Weilong Spicy Strips is not large, its impact on the spice market is not yet that significant, but this may change in the coming months.

Everyone who has bought Weilong spicy strips can tell at a glance that they are mass-produced products from the factory.

Factory goods are characterized by large quantities and low prices.

As the Roland Group's factories gradually expand and the price of Yulong Spicy Strips drops, these spice business alliance members will probably have to find a balcony to jump off when they open for business at seven o'clock.

The frivolous man, being the person involved, understands this even better.

So even if Bi Zan doesn't give him face, he only dares to grumble in his heart and grit his teeth to suppress his emotions.

"Bishop Bizan, let me be frank."

"It's not that we can't do it, but that we dare not."

"We are not afraid of the Roland Group alone, but what about the people behind her? Roland Kane is no small figure in the capital now. Let me calculate for you how many people our Spice Merchants Alliance has offended this time."

The frivolous man raised his voice, as if he wanted to vent all the frustration in his heart.

He decided to give up and started counting on his fingers.

"First, there's the newly formed business alliance in the old port area, the succubi of Pink Harbor, and the poor, ordinary workers in the old port area!"

"You guys don't know how much prestige Roland has in the Old Port District. If I were to take a walk around the Old Port District now, even a dog on the street would spit at me, believe it or not."

The frivolous man seemed to have thought of something, his expression turning as sour as if he had eaten dog poop on the street, before abruptly changing the subject.

"Of course, these are nothing."

"Most importantly, Roland Kane is now a big shot in the Church of Light. You've all seen how much Saintess Seraf Irina dotes on Roland. She's definitely the next Saintess."

"Aren't you afraid that if you bully Roland now, that quasi-saint level saintess will come knocking on your door and attack you?"

"Aren't you afraid that if you beat up the younger ones, the older ones will follow, and the Church of Light abroad will take notice?"

The frivolous man mumbled something, his tone full of grievance, and even his body language resembled that of a bullied little wife.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if Saintess Seraphim isn't enough to give you pause, what about Princess Elizabeth III?"

"You all know about Pink Harbor releasing the 'Cat Saintess Photobook' a while ago. The slutty cat Loran in it is obviously a succubus in disguise."

"With Princess Elizabeth still collecting things everywhere, who would believe there's nothing fishy going on!"

"If Roland were to suffer any injustice and cry a few words in Princess Elizabeth's ear, our Spice Merchants Alliance would be subject to increased taxes that very day, and even our transport ships would be seized."

These words were spoken with great emotion and eloquence, causing everyone present to change their expressions.

The concerns of frivolous men are something everyone has.

The reason why people still dare to join Tiger Man Bizan's camp is simply because the sublimation crystal is too tempting.

Moreover, the Church of Vulcan is now developing unstoppably, and it seems poised to overpower the other two major churches, which is why everyone dares to oppose Roland of the Church of Light.

But this raises a new question.

"Lord Bizan, if Saintess Seraf will stand up for Roland, will the Church of Vulcan be willing to stand up for our Spice Merchant Alliance?"

The frivolous man laid out the question that everyone most wanted to ask right on the table.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Bizan's ferocious tiger head.

Bizan's lips twitched, and his composure finally vanished.

This question really hit him where it hurt.

Although his status within the church rose somewhat due to the discovery of Roland's golden fox bloodline, he was ultimately just an archbishop, and an archbishop of a remote branch of the imperial capital.

Therefore, the answer to this question is undoubtedly no.

Spice Merchant Alliance?

The cricket, a stray dog on the verge of extinction, still wants the Church of Vulcan to help it out? Isn't that just wishful thinking?

Bizan's silence was like a silent answer.

No one present was a fool; anyone who had risen to a high position was shrewd and capable.

Seeing Bizan's reaction, his mind immediately started racing.

Seeing the morale of his troops wavering, Bizan's huge tiger eyes flashed with anger, and he had already cursed Roland to the bone in his heart.

"Damn it, this Roland is really weird."

"She was just an unknown little nun last year, how did she manage to build such a large force in less than a year? Even a magic train couldn't develop at this speed."

Bizan recalled Roland's beautiful face and the alluring fox tail that had grown out of her, and couldn't help but make malicious guesses.

"Perhaps Roland used underhanded seduction methods to win the favor of those succubi, saintesses, and princesses."

"Bah! Shameless!"

Bizan looked at his allies around him, whose resolve was increasingly shaken by Roland's power, and his anger burned ever brighter.

The memory of being tricked by Roland with the greenhouse a few months ago flooded his mind. The old and new grudges piled up, and he was so angry that he was breathing like an engine.

Ah!

Damn it, Roland!

After this stinking fox loses his backer and noble status, and is captured and taken back to the Church of Vulcan...

He's going to stand in line twenty times and teach that stinky fox a lesson in cruelty!