Chương 275: The Temptation of Sublimation Crystals

Senator Gottfred's magical cultivation is not solid; it is merely a plastic intermediate level built on wealth.

If he wants to continue to improve his cultivation and prolong his life in the future, he will have to rely on the peculiar crystal provided by the Church of the Fire God.

Therefore, in response to Bizan's somewhat aggressive attitude, he simply responded with an indifferent smile.

"Bishop Bizan, Roland Kann will naturally be handled by you; this is something the council and you have agreed upon."

"I was merely a little curious about this young noblewoman, Roland Kane."

Bizan nodded in satisfaction and continued to enjoy the services of his wolf-woman secretary.

It's normal for Roland to arouse Gottfred's curiosity, after all, the new generation of young nobles in the empire can be said to be rotten to the core.

Roland's current achievements are enough to easily defeat more than 90% of the young nobles in the capital.

Although Roland has now been used as a bargaining chip, abandoned by the Imperial Council, and pushed towards the Church of Vulcan.

But this did not prevent the older generation of members of parliament from appreciating and praising Roland.

After all, the phrase "starting from scratch" is incredibly valuable.

This reminded the older members of parliament of their own youthful days of pioneering and expanding territories.

Having empathized with her, I naturally developed a lot of goodwill towards Roland.

"Unfortunately... no matter how outstanding a young talent is, they cannot compare to that kind of crystal that can enhance their talent."

"Instead of cultivating young people and letting the younger generation lead the empire to greatness again, it would be better to take the sublimation crystal to extend lifespan and directly restore the empire's glory myself."

Gottfred sighed inwardly and stopped thinking about Roland, instead turning his attention to the beautiful maid.

Ten minutes later.

The magic carriage convoy maintained a slow pace and finally arrived at the core of the group, in front of the church garden.

With the help of magic, Beezan and Councilor Gottfred quickly tidied themselves up and stepped off the carriage without the slightest imperfection.

Many noblemen and women also disembarked from the long carriages behind them.

Among them were an inspection team from the noble council, a delegation from a lower council, a new type of noble who were exploring the market, and even a young noble who had been brought out by his elders to broaden his horizons.

As they traveled by carriage, their worldview was already shaken by the infrastructure development of the Roland Group.

Now, when I arrived at the church, I was utterly astonished.

Looking up at the square opposite the church, a huge statue of Roland stands prominently in the center of the square.

The base of the statue is covered with beautiful flower bushes, and small golden hibiscus trees grow around it, their fallen leaves carpeting the ground in a golden hue.

This statue, which is over three meters tall even without its base, was sculpted later by the beaver girls.

The simple beavers believe that big is good and many is beautiful, so after honing their carving skills in Pink Harbor, they carved a new Roland statue using more advanced alchemical materials.

As for the original wooden statue, the succubi, who had upgraded the materials, shamelessly dragged it back to Pink Harbor, saying they wanted to keep it as a collectible.

The young nobles looked up at the statue, their hearts filled with emotion.

A noblewoman with freckles on her face said with shining eyes.

"My God, this statue is really majestic. Even my father doesn't have such an exquisite and imposing statue in the territory, and there are so many commoners kneeling and worshipping it."

The young nobleman standing to the side, however, was concerned with something else entirely.

Those who can come here today are all spoiled brats from prominent families, and naturally they have seen the "Cat Maiden Photo Album" that was once published by Hong Kong Harbor.

It is said that the people above are succubi in disguise, and that the real Roland is much more beautiful, which fills them with curiosity about Roland herself.

Seeing Roland's statue now only intensifies that curiosity.

The young nobleman pointed at the statue, raised his eyebrows, and asked his companion in a flippant tone.

"Hey! Do you guys think Roland Kane is really as beautiful as the statue depicts?"

"And those fox ears and tail, they look so natural, is she really a country bumpkin fox from the South?"

His companion, who had already been staring at the statue with fascination, nodded subconsciously.

"Of course, Roland Kane is indeed that beautiful."

"My father once saw her in Pink Harbor. He had to burn three succubi disguised as foxes to quell his lust, and he almost died from exhaustion."

"What a pity. If he had ordered one more succubus that day, I could have directly inherited his earldom."

The nobleman boy paid no attention to his companion's filial piety speech and instead asked the next question.

"So, does your father think Roland is really a fox from the South?"

His companion hesitated, nodding and shaking his head, before finally turning his head toward the front of the convoy and looking toward the bishop with a tiger's head and a human body.

"Perhaps only those tigers can understand this problem."

"The idea of a nobleman of the imperial court turning into a fox is still a bit too un-magical."

"But to be fair, Roland Kane's fox girl looks really good. I wonder which lucky guy will be able to get close to her and taste the flavor of a fox girl."

Upon hearing this, the young nobleman also peered towards Bizan in front of the convoy.

Tiger-man Bizan was also examining the Roland statue in the center of the square, but this time he wasn't thinking about anything filthy with his lower body.

He narrowed his tiger-like eyes, his pupils locking onto the people gathered in front of the statue, and instantly thought of the totem worship techniques within the church.

Even as an opponent, he had to admire Roland's methods of winning over the people.

Unfortunately, as a mere mortal, the power of faith he gained could only be wasted.

But it doesn't matter. Once Roland is tamed, both the knowledge in her mind and her body will be used by the Church of Vulcan.

I'm sure I'll be able to ascend to the cardinal's throne based on these achievements, hahaha.

Bizan couldn't help but grin.

His mind automatically photoshopped the totem of the Church of Vulcan onto the distant statue, and he felt a strange sense of stimulation from defiling something beautiful.

So he couldn't help but ask the maid at the entrance to the church garden.

"Maid, why hasn't Miss Roland appeared yet? It's extremely impolite to keep the nobles of the Imperial Council waiting outside!"

The church maids were fully aware of Bizan's intentions and secretly wished they could tear the orc in front of them apart, but due to the pressure of etiquette, they still bowed slightly.

"Bishop Bizan, Miss Roland is still making preparations, please wait a moment."

"After all, Bishop Bijan's arrival was sudden, without submitting any documents or visiting cards three days in advance, and without any accompanying personnel or gift list, so our preparations were inevitably somewhat rushed."

The implication of these words, whether overt or covert, was to mock Bizan for being impolite and a barbaric beastman from the south.

Bizan was displeased, but he didn't show it on his face.

However, the young nobles behind the caravan lacked such composure. Accustomed to their arrogance and domineering nature, they already looked down on the orcs of the south and were now even more eager to watch the drama unfold.

A few unreliable individuals directly revealed their suppressed laughter.

As an enhanced advanced superhuman who had used the sublimation crystal, Bizan naturally noticed the young, spoiled nobleman's underhanded actions, and his displeasure quickly turned into anger.

Damn it, these spoiled aristocrats!

The wolf-woman secretary, of course, wouldn't let the cricket maid get away with insulting her boss so easily.

She raised an eyebrow, preparing to unleash her magical pressure upon the maid before her.

The maid's face changed drastically, and she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Roland finally emerged from the church, and the wolf-woman secretary withdrew the magical pressure she had released.

Today, Roland did not choose a nun's uniform, but instead wore a dress in the most typical style of imperial nobility.

The upper body of this outfit is fitted, and the gold patterns accentuate the woman's graceful curves without appearing revealing.

The lower half features a voluminous skirt with a side slit that subtly reveals legs in glossy black stockings, exuding elegance without sacrificing sexiness.

A beautiful, fluffy tail also peeked out from it, wagging twice as if to greet everyone.

Roland gave an elegant and polite smile and curtsied, lifting her skirt.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

"I am Roland Kane, Senior Sister of the Church of Light and head of the Roland Group. Welcome, members of the Council, to visit the New Sprout Street Church."