Chương 269: Regaining Glory?

"Take off your clothes!"

Roland looked at Vina, who was dressed more and more scantily, and stammered a little.

"Do I have to take my clothes off too?"

"right."

Vina tilted her head expressionlessly.

"Otherwise, how are we supposed to mate?"

Roland almost spat out her water.

What kind of thunderous adjective is this? Can't you be a little more civilized?

Vina, annoyed by Roland's dawdling, reached out and began to pull at Roland's dress, exposing large areas of Roland's fair and smooth skin to the air.

Since receiving the [Radiant Body] from the goddess called Houzi, Roland's affinity for light elements has greatly increased, and her body has also undergone special changes.

The fine hairs on its body surface had completely disappeared, and the skin felt incredibly smooth, prompting Vina to exclaim in admiration.

"That's really nice, even ordinary people can have this kind of skin."

"Oh my, this place is as smooth as jade. I've heard that the Golden Fox royal family is notorious for its dissolute lifestyle and insatiable desires."

"Are you one too?"

Roland's face turned red, her tail swung like a fan, and she pointed at Vina's arm and shouted.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm a gentleman!"

"Aren't you naked too? What right do you have to talk about me? You must be super cool and repressed too."

"Little Loran is ignorant and laughable; the goddess has a style full of abundant water plants!"

Vina chuckled, stood in front of Roland, and lifted her nightgown halfway up with both hands.

Wild, stunning Roland.

"Holy crap, what are you doing?!"

Roland shook her hands frantically, leaning back, so frightened that she became incoherent.

"Stop! Stop right now! Shen He is going to elbow someone! He's going to get censored!"

Vina couldn't understand Roland's strange words, but having lived for so long, her ability to read people was already superb, and she immediately laughed.

"Miss Roland, you look like an innocent young boy, is it really necessary to get so agitated?"

As she spoke, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Roland with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hey Roland, you actually really like girls, don't you?"

"Gah!"

Upon being exposed, Roland let out a strange cry and quickly waved her hands to cover it up.

"Don't slander me out of thin air. I am a legitimate nobleman who received a traditional imperial education. I read three hundred words of the Imperial History every day and have absolutely no strange hobbies..."

Vina didn't care where you were from; she simply took Roland's hand and placed it on her chest.

Cream, cotton, tofu, basketball, jelly... various adjectives raced through my mind like swirling snowflakes, rising and falling continuously in my palm.

So this is the rabbit that the goddess keeps?

Do you like it?

Vina exhaled a fragrant breath, sending a rich, dark scent toward Roland.

"If I'm satisfied, not only Nightingale, but also Jenny, Renee, and Alice in the church will receive a complete and extraordinary education... Miss Roland, can you do that?"

Roland's brain shuts down at this moment during her reproductive period.

The deceased second brother seemed to return to his body at this moment, shouting wildly, vowing to teach the ungrateful goddess in front of him a lesson.

……

The next morning.

The capital city was already quite humid in June. The slightly glaring sunlight pierced through the leaves and through the glass onto the gold oak floor, creating artistic light spots.

冉光 Roland covered her face and leaned against the headboard, wrapped in a thin blanket, looking shy and embarrassed.

Vina, however, shook off her usual damp and gloomy mood, sat cross-legged on the single sofa by the bed, sipping a special milk coffee and enjoying the morning breeze blowing in from the balcony.

Her bangs parted in the breeze, revealing a bright expression beneath them; her small mouth was slightly open as she exhaled a satisfied breath.

"Ah, Roland tastes really good."

She glanced at Roland, who was still covering her face and too ashamed to show herself, and then her gaze moved to Roland's neck.

The center of the collar's brand was nearly full, radiating an ambiguous pinkish-purple glow.

[Faith-based profit sharing percentage: 1. 6% / capped at 1. 88%] This is the current profit-sharing ratio based on Roland's favorability, and of course, only Roland can view it.

In Vina's perception, the production efficiency of the faith refining array had nearly doubled, with massive amounts of divine power surging out, far exceeding what she experienced when she was stealing and cheating in the underground world.

"Miss Roland, there's no need to be so shy, is there?"

"We didn't cross any lines yesterday, we just sparred a bit."

After Vina was satisfied, even her voice became much more normal, so she wouldn't frighten the children as usual.

Roland was still too shy to look up.

Firstly, it was because yesterday was so embarrassing that I was forced to perform all sorts of magic in front of the French windows. Luckily, the church windows are one-way, otherwise people would definitely suspect that the church is keeping giant gecko monsters.

The second reason is...

"Vina, could you please put some clothes on before you talk to me?"

Roland's tone was tinged with a deep sense of helplessness.

As my online friends on Earth were right, the seemingly gloomy and repressed otaku girl becomes more fanatical than a goblin once her seal is broken.

If it weren't for the system's various strange enhancements, her final performance would probably have surpassed that of the main character.

Damn it, what will become of her masculinity...?

Seeing Roland's depressed mood, Vina sat back down on the edge of the bed and stroked Roland's soft, long golden hair.

Instead of worrying about clothes, let's think about how to face the difficulties ahead.

"I can provide you with military protection. Even if that short-sighted, uncouth Vulcan himself were to intervene, I could still relocate the entire group to the dark underground."

"But I don't want it to come to that. Collecting faith in the mortal world is far, far easier, you understand?"

When it came to serious matters, Roland quickly composed herself.

With Vina's protection now in place, it doesn't mean the group is out of danger.

Vina's existence merely provides Roland with a safety net; even if things are beyond repair, Vina can still drag the entire group of over ten thousand people, along with the group's buildings, into the dark depths.

The price is that the group will fall into a deep sleep and will be unable to return to the surface, forced to work underground for more than a decade.

Compared to the previous complete dead end, Roland was already very satisfied with this result.

But Roland still wants to avoid the worst-case scenario as much as possible.

Because the environment in the dark underground is harsh, it is not suitable for developing large-scale industries related to people's livelihoods or for developing faith.

Moreover, it also harbors remnants of various fallen churches, fugitives, monsters, and difficult non-human races... Its main selling point is its simple and honest folk customs, and outsiders are easily ripped off.

"Sigh, keep going!"

Roland sighed softly and patted her cheeks to encourage herself.

Lifting the thin blankets, Roland flicked her tail and leaped lightly to the ground, her smooth body gleaming in the sunlight.

The light elements in the air, as if possessed, automatically gathered at the focal point, as if an automated mosaic had been added, causing a hint of disappointment to flash in Vina's eyes.

"So stingy! Even a gentleman would be wary of that."

"You're not a gentleman, you're a bad woman, no, you're a bad goddess."

Roland turned around and glared at her, but before she knew it, Vina had appeared behind her and hugged her tightly.

With their skin pressed intimately together, the low body temperature unique to dark elves allowed Roland to feel a refreshing coolness in the late spring and early summer.

Just as Roland was about to reprimand him, she noticed that he was wearing his usual nun's habit.

Vina moved to Roland's side, tied Roland's bow tie, and patted it up and down as if brushing off dust.

It's like a wife tidying up her husband's clothes, provided that Vina is dressed properly.

But Roland still felt a strange, inexplicable stirring within her. In the end, she was still the soul of her beloved older brother; even heroes find it hard to resist the allure of a gentle embrace.

Vina subtly curled the corners of her mouth and ran her finger from her chest down to her lips.

"My dear Roland, how about a good morning kiss?"