Chương 308: Daily Progress in Fighting Spirit

The young nobleman took several breaths before his expression returned to normal.

He glanced at the beast girl's calf; there was no sign of a fracture, and her wheat-colored skin radiated the unique vitality of a country catgirl.

He had a guess in his mind.

"Miss Mambo, your broken leg must have been healed by the Roland Group, right?"

Mambo subconsciously moved his right calf, first nodding, then shaking his head in reply.

"It was the corporation and Lady Roland who healed me. All the disabled sisters who lived with me back then received magical healing at the church."

"Those who have lost a hand, are lame, are blind, or have had all their teeth pulled out—no matter how severe their injuries, as long as they are willing to work hard, Lady Roland will provide them with treatment."

She spoke at length, looking earnestly at the young nobleman before her.

"My lord, I have struggled in the capital for ten years. In these ten years, Lady Roland is the kindest noblewoman I have ever met."

The young man looked away, unwilling to meet the beast girl's gaze.

She understood the unspoken meaning behind the beast girl's words.

However, the border nobles did not have much say in the arbitration conference.

Or perhaps, Roland's value is far from high enough to make them abandon their prejudices against orcs.

In times of peace, the Empire can accept orc laborers and refugees, but it absolutely cannot accept an orc noble.

Lux, who was still pretending to work in the wheat field, also came closer to the beast girl and began to listen to her recount Loran's deeds.

However, her attention was clearly focused on something strange, and she raised her hand to ask a question.

"Mambo, I can understand losing limbs, but why would there be a beast girl with all her teeth knocked out?"

Lux, don't ask that question!

The young man's expression changed, and he glared at Lux with wide eyes.

"ha?!"

"Why can't I ask?"

Lux pouted and turned to look at the catgirl employee.

"Never mind my brother, just tell me!"

Mambo gave an awkward smile and hesitated for a moment before explaining.

"That's because the Tiger Skin Lords pulled out some of the beast girls' teeth in order to run their 7 o'clock club."

"A beast girl who has lost all her teeth won't bite her customers when she's entertaining them, and it also caters to the fetishes of certain noble lords, making the experience different..."

"What?!"

Lux's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"How could those tigers do that? You are beastmen too, their fellow beastmen!"

And what about those nobles? Do they not feel ashamed of their noble honor to do such things to powerless commoners?!

She finally understood why her brother Glenn didn't want her to know.

In just a few words, her worldview as a young lady from the border region was overturned, and she was exposed to the evil and dark side of the aristocratic circle.

Glenn was very satisfied with Lux's reaction.

"Lux, now you know why I look down on those spoiled brats, right?"

"If you dare to follow their example and do anything that would bring shame to the family, your father and I will definitely break your legs beforehand and lock you in the dungeon to sober up."

Lux shrank her neck.

She sensed that her older brother was serious.

"What are you talking about, bro? I won't go near those disgusting tiger shops."

"At worst, I'll go to Pink Harbor..."

"Say it again, where do you want to go?!"

Glenn gave Lux a death stare, which frightened her so much that she stopped mid-sentence.

Lux has been scolded all afternoon, with comments like "Other people's kids" and "Can't you learn from Roland?" constantly ringing in her ears.

At this point, she also felt somewhat unconvinced and retorted.

"Pink Harbor is a cooperative project of the Roland Group. You're always praising Roland, so what's wrong with me going to investigate and learn from them?"

"What's the difference between Pink Harbor and opening at 7 PM? You're not allowed to go!"

Glenn firmly refused.

He also realized that Roland was secretly supporting the pink industry.

The succubus float I saw at the main gate, and the newly built avenue leading directly there, are the best evidence.

At this moment, he couldn't help but frown, and his opinion of Roland dropped significantly.

He squinted at Mambo, the catgirl employee, his tone tinged with disappointment.

"Miss Mambo, how many of the beast girl employees taken in by the Roland Group will be sent to Pink Harbor?"

Mambo understood Glenn's meaning in an instant and chuckled softly, covering his mouth.

"My lady, Pink Harbor has no beast girls or human employees. Lady Roland strictly forbids races other than succubi from engaging in Pink Harbor work."

"In special cases of mixed blood, approval is required at each level, and the succubus bloodline concentration and willingness must be confirmed before the process can proceed."

"As for Pink Harbor, many low-level succubi are hoping to cultivate their magic power through dual cultivation and escape the limitations of lifespan..."

Glenn and Lux both wore expressions of disbelief.

Glenn, in particular, had his eyebrows almost reaching his hairline, with only one thought swirling in his mind.

Is Roland's moral standard really that high?

Are they still the nobles of the capital?

……

Roland's moral standards are certainly high, but she is just more flexible.

The central figure in their conversation, High Nun Loran of New Sprouts Street, was currently celebrating the success of her business plan with a succubus.

"Come on, let's drink!"

"Cheers~" clang!

The crisp sound of clinking glasses rang out, and a few drops of the firefly mead spilled out, filling the office with a captivating aroma.

Roland, Ivy Rose, the succubus, Secretary Corinne, and Jenny, the group's business manager, were all gathered together at this moment.

During the period of preparation for the arbitration conference, Roland Group and Pink Harbor made so much money that they were oblivious to the world.

The happiest person was Ivy Rose, the interim president of Pink Harbor.

The succubus, with her hot figure and revealing leather outfit, tilted her head back and drank all the wine in one gulp.

"Wow! That's awesome!"

She then manipulated the mage's hand to refill her own cup and raised it to Roland.

"Miss Roland, this toast is on behalf of all the succubi of Pink Harbor!"

"Thanks to you, many low-level succubus sisters who were nearing the end of their lives broke through the apprentice level of magic power in one go and advanced to the low-level level of magic power."

"If it weren't for you attracting so many nobles, in another ten years or so, we would be starting to hold funerals for our sisters."

Ivy Rose's tone was very sincere, full of gratitude for Roland.

Back then, Kalil was kind-hearted and took in many low-level succubus sisters who were weak and couldn't make a living.

These sisters, whose talents and strength are all of inferior quality, often have a lifespan of only 150 to 200 years. If they have hidden injuries, such as the subspace erosion on the sheep, their lifespan will be further reduced.

Some of them may even have a shorter lifespan than humans.

Fortunately, during this period, due to the issue of the Roland bloodline, the Old Port District welcomed a large number of imperial nobles, including many great nobles with good talent and abundant magic power.

These wealthy and well-off fellows lack nothing except the entertainment that the imperial nobles love most.

After visiting the tour group, we all rushed into Pink Harbor along the newly opened main road.

The lower-level succubi would be laughing in their sleep at night, as this time they had all been promoted and their lifespans had increased to three hundred years.

Another hundred years have passed.

Moreover, Pink Harbor will definitely become more and more lively in the future, and may even continue to be promoted.

Now they earn a fortune with their left hand and a wealth of skills with their right.

Many low-ranking succubi have even married petite, adorable, considerate, family-oriented beaver-eared girls who don't mind their succubus ways.

Whenever we chat, we always offer a compliment.

"Wow, long live Miss Roland!"