Chương 281: How could you do this to us? XXX, give us our money back!

XXX, give us our money back!

"Where is Roland Kane?!"

Honglong's shout was so loud that people nearby couldn't help but cover their ears.

Roland had no choice but to cover her ears.

Unfortunately, she now has four channels, so when she reached out, she could only cover the human ears on both sides, while the fox ears on her head suffered directly, buzzing loudly from the vibrations.

But she couldn't care less about that now.

Looking at the menacing red dragon before her, a bad feeling crept into her heart.

Is this dragon really an ally?

However, trusting Vina, Roland still raised her right hand and waved it in mid-air.

"Um... I am Roland Kane. Miss Red Dragon, what can I do for you?"

"Don't call me Miss Red Dragon, call me Lady Augusta!"

Red Dragon answered instinctively.

She looked down at Roland, who was holding up her hand, and then froze.

Because Roland was so beautiful, so beautiful that she seemed to be surrounded by a golden halo, and had a subtle, seductive charm that made the dragon's tail twitch.

The people around her seemed to belong to a completely different world compared to Roland.

Especially that guy with the tiger's head, he looked utterly grotesque in comparison.

She couldn't help but gasp.

"Wow... I never expected you to be so good-looking."

"I thought the despicable person who would secretly drug spicy snacks was one of those creepy villains with pointed mouths and monkey cheeks from storybooks."

For a moment, Roland thought she had misheard and was completely bewildered.

"Drugs were put in the spicy snacks?"

"Lord Augusta, what are you saying?"

Roland's reaction immediately made the red dragon withdraw his admiring gaze and become excited.

The red dragon stomped its claws on the floor tiles and glared with its huge dragon eyes.

"Are you pretending to be confused?!"

"Just as written in the storybook... no, exactly as I predicted!"

"You merchants are truly heartless! My stomach is ruined, I've shrunk considerably, and you still dare to say you didn't drug me!"

As the red dragon spoke, it patted its belly with its paw, trying to make its words more credible.

The scales made a crisp sound as they collided with each other.

Attracted by her movements, everyone looked at the dragon's belly, a sight rarely seen in a century, and couldn't help but whisper among themselves, marveling at it.

Roland watched the red dragon's comical yet oblivious actions, and several black lines appeared on her forehead.

"Your Excellency Augusta, our Roland Group is a legitimate company and would never put drugs in our food products. There must be some misunderstanding."

"How could it be a misunderstanding!"

The red dragon angrily flapped its wings.

Then, he directly retrieved a huge handbag from his spatial ring.

The bag is ridiculously large, almost half the height of a person, and it's just the right size for young Long.

As the shoulder bag strap appeared, a rich aroma of spicy snacks filled the church garden.

Red Dragon frowned.

Now, whenever she smells this scent, she can't help but think of her embarrassing past of having an sensitive butt due to eating a lot of spicy snacks, and she immediately wants to smash her handbag on the ground.

But after hesitating for a moment, he gently placed the bag by the bottom with both paws on the open ground in the center of the garden and unbuttoned it.

"Look!"

"These are all genuine Yulong spicy strips that I bought directly from your authorized distributors. I got sick from eating them."

"The healing dragons within the clan have all confirmed that the problem stems from the spicy snacks!"

These words caused not only Roland, but also Bizan and the other nobles to temporarily stop their standoff and step forward to look at them.

In particular, some business nobles who had interests in the spice industry and suffered market setbacks because of feeding dragon spicy strips squeezed out the orc warriors of the Church of Vulcan and stood around watching.

Inside the bag was indeed the genuine Weilong Spicy Strips from the Luolan Group, and it was even the long-distance transport version in a metal can, with exquisite workmanship.

The quantity was enormous, almost enough to fill a mule-drawn cart.

On one side of the bag, there was a huge glass jar filled with a large amount of spicy strips that had already been poured out of the jar, piled up one by one, leaving orange-red oil stains on the glass.

The cork at the bottle opening was also covered in a lot of oil stains.

Everyone could see at a glance that the red dragon in front of them had indeed eaten the Dragon-Feeding Spicy Strips from the Roland Group.

Judging from the design of this shoulder bag, it's clearly meant for this red dragon to carry on his back, making it convenient to access spicy snacks anytime.

"In other words, there really is a problem with the spicy snacks fed to dragons by the Roland Group!"

A wealthy businessman in the spice industry was overjoyed and clapped his hands in approval.

"Ha! I knew there couldn't be such cheap spice products. The Roland Group must have used some harmful and forbidden ingredients to make the Dragon-Feeding Spicy Strips!"

"They simply don't care about people's health at all; it's utterly immoral! We must boycott products from the Roland Group!"

This aristocrat was so excited that he completely forgot the despicable things he had done.

In order to reduce costs and increase profits, he often used toxic dyes to color the scraps and substandard spices, deceiving the poor and even cheating them out of their money. He was both greedy and murderous.

Now they've taken the moral high ground and are criticizing the Roland Group, which has never had a food poisoning incident.

However, apart from the business aristocrats with vested interests in the spice market, the others were still quite clear-headed.

A young nobleman pointed to the large number of canned spicy snacks in his satchel and guessed.

"Do you think... this Lord Red Dragon might actually have eaten too many chili peppers, which is why his ass is burning?"

"After all, if the spicy snacks from the Roland Group can make dragons sick, then they would probably kill humans long ago."

Upon hearing this, the people around him quickly distanced themselves from the young nobleman, as if trying to avoid him at all costs.

"Hey, why did you guys suddenly run off?"

Before the young nobleman could react, he felt a terrifying gaze upon him.

He seemed to have thought of something, swallowed hard, and slowly turned his neck.

Then he met a pair of crimson dragon eyes, which were blazing with rage, making his legs go weak because of his poor magical cultivation.

"Gurgle."

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Red Dragon, I didn't mean to make malicious assumptions about you."

As the saying goes, a wise man knows when to yield. Even a young dragon is not someone that a mere second young master of an earl's family can afford to offend.

He readily bowed and admitted his mistake.

Seeing this, the red dragon calmed down a little, snorted disdainfully, and raised its chin slightly.

"Ignorant and foolish humans, how dare you slander the noble and great dragon race! How could we possibly get an upset stomach because of crickets and chili peppers!"

"Only weak and poor races like yours would whimper from eating too much chili."

"The Roland Group must have drugged it... Damn it, I've always been a big supporter of their products, I've bought every single flavor! I even shared them with other dragons!"

Her tone remained arrogant, but deep down she was very insecure.

To cover up her guilty conscience, she simply waved her claws at Roland and shouted.

"Roland, how could you do this to us?!"

"XXX, refund my money!"

This sincere and genuine attitude left Roland speechless.

But is there really a problem with feeding Longlajiao (a spicy snack brand)?

The answer is, of course, no.

The sheep's alchemy recipe, although modified from a succubus training potion, still contains some residual diarrhea alchemy materials.

However, the remaining tiny amount was easily absorbed by the child's magic cycle and posed no threat to the powerful dragon race.

The dragon race's racial innate abilities are enough to allow them to completely disregard the effects of low-level poisons.

Hiss... Wait!

Roland seems to have discovered a blind spot.

She frowned, her gaze shifting back and forth among the vast array of unopened cans and glass bottles of spicy snacks.

The succubus's potion contains an ingredient that enhances sensitivity; it seems to be a buff material that many ranger-type support potions use.

Dragons' toxin resistance won't interfere with beneficial effects, but this dragon ate far too many spicy snacks; the cumulative effect might...

Roland looked in surprise behind the red dragon, trying to see through its tail to spot the little flower hidden below.

"This... this..."

"Does that mean every time I go to the toilet, it's a thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying experience?!"

If the little female dragon were to squeal, would it be like a human making a "oh oh oh" sound, or would it be the roar of an evil dragon?