Chương 306: Even Dragon Clan Spicy Strips Must Be Used to the Fullest

"Hey, what are you spacing out for?"

"I've kissed everyone I was supposed to, now tell me about Kalil."

Roland tilted her head, mustered her courage, and patted Vina's two fat rabbits with her other hand.

Vina snapped out of her reverie and decided to stop thinking about it.

As for the issue of Roland's improved skills, just consider it as playing a nurturing game.

In any case, she was the only one who possessed Roland from beginning to end; no one else could enjoy the gentle warmth from the great fox.

She shrugged, put Roland back beside her, and began to recount the information she had gathered from the dark depths.

"Kariel and her companions are now swindling and stealing all over the dark underground, searching the world for relics of the goddess of life."

"The number of artifacts needed to resurrect the goddess is quite large. Apart from the artifacts left in the wild, most of them are heirlooms of the underground tribes. They have offended many forces and will not be able to return for a while."

After Vina finished speaking, she fell silent.

Roland thought there would be more to come, so she quietly looked at the dark elf goddess in front of her.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Vina still didn't reveal any more useful information.

"That's it?"

"That's all. The dark underground isn't as bustling as the surface, and the efficiency of information flow is extremely low. That's all."

"But don't worry, Kalil and the others are perfectly safe. She's very capable."

Roland immediately refused to buy it.

"I thought you had some exclusive information. I can get this information through Pink Harbor too. So you just ambushed a twenty-year-old like me tonight to freeload, huh?!"

Roland stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Vina with one of her Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger pointing vertically at her, expressing her deep indignation.

Unfortunately, Vina is completely immune to pressure. This goddess, who has lived for thousands of years, has the thickest skin, not her family fortune.

She spread her hands expressionlessly and began to sell.

"Hmm, I really am just here to freeload. I've only had enough to eat, now I need a drink too."

Roland quickly covered her chest with her hand.

"You're so shameless!"

If it's just a simple kiss, it's still within Roland's acceptable range.

But if it goes any further, Roland won't be able to withstand it.

It's not that we can't hold on, but we need to hold on slowly, gradually, and systematically, until we've accumulated enough pressure before pushing on.

"Vina, I've been so busy with work these past few days, I really don't feel like playing with you."

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Vina glanced regretfully at the brand on Roland's collar, then her tone returned to normal. She took out a document about half a finger thick from her spatial ring and waved it in front of Roland.

"I've already designed the giant spicy snack production line that the red dragon wanted. Take a look."

"So fast?!"

Roland took the documents from Vina with both hands, placed them on her lap, and began browsing from the first page.

Vina also provided explanations from the sidelines.

"It's not that fast, since most magic-powered machines use existing designs. I just scaled up your extrusion machine."

"Once I figured out the specific principles, the remaining magic problems were a piece of cake for me."

As Roland listened to the lecture, she flipped through the design drawings in her hand.

As Vina said, she did indeed only make large-scale modifications to the core machine and replaced it with more advanced magic.

If this were on Earth, making a spicy snack as thick as an adult's arm would be absolutely impossible.

But in this other world, with magical aids and a magic furnace, none of this is a problem.

However, while magic offers convenience, it also comes at a price.

"Vina, isn't this machine a bit too expensive?"

As Roland looked at the estimated consumption of extraordinary and alchemical materials on the design drawings, she felt a slight sweat break out on her forehead.

This machine, specifically designed for producing spicy strips for Honglong, costs nearly ten times more to manufacture than the regular version.

As for the subsequent mana consumption, it is five times that of the regular version, and we also need to consider subsequent maintenance and staff training.

Because this dragon-themed spicy snack machine uses magic arrays of a lower level or higher, the maintenance staff must also possess the corresponding knowledge to maintain it.

Vina lifted her fleshy right leg, crossed it, and leaned back on the sofa.

"That's why I called you so late at night. Of course, it would be great if we could get closer outside of work."

Roland automatically filtered out the second half of the sentence.

She stared at the design drawings of the Dragon Clan Spicy Snack Machine, lost in thought.

"Hmm... how about this?"

"Then have Secretary Corinne try to persuade that red dragon to contribute some money, or if that doesn't work, provide some materials and see if we can trick it into giving us some shed dragon scales."

"As for the giant spicy strips produced after the machines are started, we will make two versions: one to be brought back to Dragon Island by the Dragon Clan, and the other to be sliced, canned, and sold to the nobles by the workers."

Roland stretched out her arm and roughly gestured to indicate the thickness of the giant spicy strip.

If you slice this big spicy strip horizontally, it would be perfect for launching as a new canned product.

This "Dragon Clan" version of spicy strips, thanks to machine modifications, has a chewier and smoother texture than regular spicy strips.

The puffing holes between the spicy strips are also more dense, and a spoonful of crab meat juice poured on makes it taste amazing.

As Roland thought about it, her mind became clearer and clearer, and she slapped her thigh.

"Yes, let's do it that way."

"I'll go and persuade that red dragon to be the spokesperson, and I guarantee this thing will become a luxury snack for the nobility."

"The puffing technology is currently an exclusive product of our group. There is no substitute for this taste on the market, and we can use the gimmick of 'Dragon Clan Special Supply' to make a name for ourselves."

Roland rattled off a long string of words, then casually slapped Vina's fleshy legs, making them undulate like waves.

Although Vina was going braless, she was wearing black stockings that reflected a greasy sheen as Roland patted her.

She didn't seem to mind Roland slapping her thigh, and glanced at Roland with interest. While Roland was lost in thought, she moved her body more than ten centimeters closer.

So, the next time Roland slapped, she hit a warm spot.

"Huh?"

Roland was completely bewildered.

The peculiar sensation on her hand interrupted Roland's thoughts.

She tentatively moved her palms, her fingers traversing the surroundings like a terrain vehicle, and a familiar outline gradually took shape with her touch.

Mouthwatering!

It's strawberry daifuku!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Roland immediately tried to pull her hand back, but it was too late.

Vina tightened her strong legs; although her figure looked like that of a homebody, her explosive power should not be underestimated.

Roland was like someone trapped in a deep quagmire, unable to defeat him no matter how hard she tried.

"It's okay, I don't mind your offense."

Vera held Roland's arm, running her hand across Roland's cheek as she spoke with a slightly nasal tone.

"Hmm... to come up with such an interesting idea, your business acumen is truly amazing. That little shrewd businesswoman, Corinne, must have a lot in common with you."

"Now that we have a solution, let's talk to Corinne tomorrow. It's time to wrap up today's work."

As soon as she finished speaking, Vina raised her hand and waved.

The sound of documents scattering on the floor echoed in the corridor, followed by Roland's flustered whispers.

"Wait, we're still outside."

"Wouldn't it be more exciting outside?"

"Miss Roland, please don't be too loud later. If the night patrol maids find out, your image will be ruined."