Chương 238: Miss Roland's Backer is Gone

Bi Zan was angry, but he was still angry.

But the allies' wavering will not stop because of Bizan's anger.

If he doesn't offer some reassurance, these nobles and merchants might not put in any real effort in the subsequent actions, or even just stay in the background and cheer them on.

Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to use some serious measures to stabilize morale.

Bizan gave a cold laugh.

"Her Highness Elizabeth is an Imperial Princess, and all her actions must prioritize the Empire. Our Church of Vulcan also has the support of the Empire, so you need not worry."

"As for Saintess Serafie Irina... hehe."

Bizan couldn't help but let out a harsh laugh, leaving everyone looking at each other, somewhat bewildered.

After laughing several times, Bi Zan finally spoke, his tone full of schadenfreude.

"Saintess Seraf is a very powerful spellcasting superhuman, but she can no longer be considered Roland's backer."

Everyone immediately sensed that this was big news and stopped what they were doing.

Even the nobles who were embracing the beast girl and the beast girl dancer behind them stopped their movements and looked at Bizan.

Bizan was very satisfied with the effect of the scene and revealed a mysterious expression.

I can't go into the specifics.

"Just know that Serafis is in dire straits and will soon leave the capital."

"At that time, Roland will be all alone. No matter how much you go wrong, the Church of Light will have no time to care about you and will only turn a blind eye."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped.

The representative of the spice merchants' alliance, a frivolous man, even stammered when he spoke.

"Bishop Bizan, is this... is this really true?!"

The thumbs-up was undeniable, and the tiger-headed figure nodded in confirmation.

Everyone gasped again, and for a moment, only hissing sounds filled the private reception room.

Who is Serafie?

A quasi-saint level transcendent being, he would be a top-tier figure even within the Church of Light.

Although her status and strength cannot compare to those immortal powerhouses, no one doubts her future achievements given that she has reached this level of cultivation at the age of forty or fifty.

But now they can't even protect themselves.

Could something major have happened within the Church of Light?

Filled with curiosity, everyone gathered around Bizan, scratching their heads and trying to figure out the reason.

But Bizan remained silent, as if the matter was too serious to be discussed openly.

No matter how much people asked and pleaded, he refused to reveal any further details.

"There's no need for you to inquire any further. Just consider that Roland has lost the protection of Seraf and the Church. As for Princess Elizabeth, there's no need to worry about her either. We have supporters in the Imperial Family."

"Now all you need to do is cooperate with us to open at seven o'clock, peel off Roland's noble skin, and expose her fox bloodline to the noble council."

"At that time, Roland will lose all her support, and our Church of Vulcan will be able to intervene under the pretext of the fox clan's bloodline, and even the Noble Council will not interfere much."

Bizan explained the general plan and then began to make grand promises to everyone.

"By then, everything in the Roland Group will be our spoils."

"You also have quite a few spies under your command, who have turned many of the country bumpkin nobles within the Roland Group against you. Although you failed to steal the technology and seeds, you must have gathered a considerable amount of intelligence, right?"

Bizan looked around at everyone, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

Everyone couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly.

Although turning nobles to defect is an unspoken rule, it's not very respectable to bring it up in public, so everyone just smiled and remained silent.

Bizan didn't press further and continued speaking.

"Since you've gathered intelligence, you must be aware of just how tempting the technology of the Roland Group is."

"Large-scale heating facilities, the secret recipe for delicious crab burgers, the spice technology and mass production lines for 'Feeding Dragon Spicy Strips,' and most importantly!"

Bizan's voice suddenly rose, his body leaned forward slightly, his tiger eyes stared at everyone, and his voice carried a clear excitement.

"And most importantly, the greenhouse technology for that winter harvest, those exceptionally high yields of southern fire wheat."

"Think about it, everyone. Conservatively speaking, the yield of that fire wheat is twice as high as the wheat currently grown on the Imperial Farms. It's an agricultural miracle."

"And based on the current food production volume of the Roland Group, this number will only be higher!"

"If we had these high-yield technologies, we could feed more people with less land and manpower."

"We can invest the saved costs and manpower into higher-value industries!"

With each word Bizan spoke, the eyes of everyone present brightened a little more.

When the last sentence was spoken, everyone seemed to have been injected with two shots of chicken blood, and they excitedly exhaled more forcefully.

It's not that they're not capable, but the Roland Group is just too tempting.

If it were them, this series of new technologies would have increased their net worth dozens or even hundreds of times over.

Roland simply used these technologies to take in batches of penniless bastards, which was a complete waste of resources and a total sin.

If they can't make money from it, they might as well just accept these skills.

Even Bizan himself was getting a little hungry for the promises he had made.

If they acquire the technology from the Roland Group, the South will be able to free up large tracts of land to cultivate Bewitching Grass, further expanding the faith-based industry.

With such a tremendous achievement, he is definitely poised for a meteoric rise in rank.

If he becomes a cardinal in the future, getting a free high-ranking golden fox won't be a dream. He might even be able to play with the captured Roland Kane a few more times!

"Haha, then let's all work together from now on."

"They've dismantled Roland's noble status and completely destroyed her backing!"

Everyone laughed and echoed, filling the reception room with a joyful atmosphere, like a victory celebration banquet.

At this moment, the morale of the troops was united and their fighting spirit was high.

……

The Roland Group, third floor of the central church.

Roland's pert nose twitched slightly, and a sudden itch surged into her mind.

"Achoo!"

Roland let out a sharp sneeze, startling the nightingale beside her.

"Miss Roland, have you caught a chill? Would you like to put on another layer?"

Roland reached out and rubbed her nose, waving her hand.

"Cough cough, no need, my nose was just itchy."

"Maybe some bad thing is talking behind my back, which is why I sneezed."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the food laid out on the table. In the exquisite porcelain bowls, red soup was bubbling, which could only be described as a culinary disaster.

This is a pot of spicy noodle soup.