Chương 310: Roland Isn't in a Hurry, But the Maid Is

"Lywyn?"

"No, how did she get in?"

Roland was taken aback.

Elizabeth's head maid, Lywind, having previously confronted Tiger Head head-on, was naturally under close guard by the Fluffy Fang Guard.

Although the werewolves of the blockade group are now being kept in check, the tourism industry in Roland has forced them to relax their regulations and turn a blind eye.

But a high-risk individual like Lywind is definitely on the blacklist.

Roland lost all interest in drinking to celebrate, and, supporting herself on Jenny and Ivy's succubus thighs, stood up in one breath.

"Quickly, take me to see it."

She paused for a moment, then turned to Secretary Kou Lin and the others with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I have to take care of something first. You guys drink first, don't wait for me."

After saying this, Roland followed the church maid and left the third floor. Led by the maid, they made their way to the reception room on the second floor.

As soon as she opened the door, Roland saw Princess Elizabeth's head maid, Lywind.

Lywind was wrapped in a linen cloak made of an unknown soft fabric, on which subtle magical fluctuations emanated, and silver magic circle patterns were faintly visible.

This is clearly a magical item, and a rather high-level one at that.

Perhaps this is why Lywind was able to sneak past the werewolf guards and infiltrate the Roland Group.

Roland hadn't taken two steps when she saw several maids standing guard around the reception room, their faces tense and wary, all facing Lywind on the sofa.

The maids all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Roland arrive.

"Lady Roland, you've arrived."

"Head Maid Lywind suddenly appeared in the hall without saying where she came from. We had no choice but to take her to the second-floor meeting room for the time being."

"Okay, I understand. You don't need to be nervous."

Roland gestured for the maids to relax and waved her hand.

"You should go back to your posts first. The church is short-staffed right now, and the patrol duties are heavy. Thank you for your hard work."

After the maids left, Roland flicked the door shut with her toe and walked lightly to Lywind.

At this moment, Chief Maid Lywind's brown hair looked somewhat disheveled, with a few leaves mixed in, clearly indicating that she had just gone through a wilderness sneak.

No wonder the maids were nervous; their attire and appearance were no different from those of a night raiding assassin.

If Lywind hadn't become a familiar face at the church, she probably would have been beaten up by the maids.

Of course, the church maids couldn't possibly beat them.

Lywind's strength is at least that of a veteran mid-level player; she's not someone the church maids can possibly challenge.

"Good evening, Head Maid Lywind."

"Why would you take such a big risk to visit so late at night? Has some emergency occurred?"

"Miss Roland, have you been drinking?"

Lywind did not choose to answer Roland's question.

She had been observing Roland ever since Roland entered the room, and easily noticed that Roland's current state was not right.

Flushed cheeks, hazy, watery eyes, and unsteady gait—these are typical signs of drunkenness.

Her tone instantly became anxious, and before Roland could answer, she stood up and started twirling around in her high heels.

"Oh dear! Miss Roland, what time is it? Why are you still drinking?"

"Is now a good time to drink?"

Lywind's sudden agitation left Roland somewhat bewildered. Her small face tilted blankly to the left as she exhaled a breath of citrus scent mixed with the aroma of wine.

"Miss Lywind, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"ha?"

How could you ask such a question?

Lywind stopped circling and looked at Roland in disbelief.

She looked left and right, and then everything went black.

"Miss Roland, have you drunk yourself silly?"

"Have you forgotten that the arbitration conference is about to begin? If you don't take action soon, you will be arrested, and His Highness will also suffer political repercussions as a result."

Lywind disregarded etiquette and went straight to Roland, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.

"Have you forgotten about our standoff with Bizan?"

Lywin shook her for a while, making Roland dizzy and prompting her to repeatedly call for a stop.

"Wait, wait... stop shaking me, Miss Lywind! I'm not drunk yet!"

"Of course I know that the arbitration conference is about to begin."

"As for you standing up for me, it's only been a few days! How could I possibly forget?"

Hearing Roland's words, Lywind's tone relaxed slightly.

"Since you haven't forgotten that you still face arbitration, why haven't you taken any action yet?"

Lywind lifted the hood of her cloak, revealing a lingering anxious expression on her face, a stark contrast to the languid and listless Roland.

For some reason, she had a sense of déjà vu.

I feel like the eunuch in the story of "the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is."

She looked at Roland, who was still leisurely and eager to blow a couple of bubbles, and directly stretched out her slender palm, through Roland's hair, and touched Roland's ears.

Roland's ears were delicate and small, and her skin was smooth and jade-like. As soon as Lywind placed her fingers on them, they followed the earlobe down to the earlobe.

However, she did not find what she was looking for, but only a small and exquisite ruby earring.

This is clearly not the [Short-Distance Teleportation Earring] she gave me before.

"What are you doing? Ouch!"

Roland was startled by Lywind's sudden affectionate gesture and took a half step back, supporting herself on Lywind's chest with both hands as she leaned back.

"Miss Roland, where's the spatial item I gave you for escaping?"

"Space-time artifacts?"

Roland suddenly realized, raised her left hand to activate the spatial ring on her ring finger, took out the new spatial teleportation earring from the Iron Church, and placed it in Lywind's hand.

"Here it is, I put it in my spatial ring."

Lywind glanced down at the earring in her hand, then at the innocent-looking Roland, and realized that she and Roland were completely on different wavelengths.

A profound sense of powerlessness welled up inside her. She took Roland's hand and placed the earring back into Roland's palm.

Lywin looked at Roland with a serious and earnest gaze, and spoke solemnly.

"Miss Roland, I don't care whether you're pretending to be stupid or you're really drunk."

"The situation has reached a point of no return; you really have to make a choice."

She moved closer, scrutinizing Roland's face until Roland couldn't help but look away.

Only then did she sigh, having roughly guessed why Roland had no will to resist and was drowning her sorrows in alcohol late at night.

"Roland, I know that the choice to abandon the group and run away alone is hard for you to accept."

"But as the saying goes, as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. As long as you are still alive, His Highness will fully support you in seeking revenge in the future."

"Miss Roland."

"I have brought the item that can shield me from the dragon's confinement ring. Please activate the spatial teleportation earring and escape from the Roland Group."