Chương 312: Arbitration Conference

The conversation between the two ended unhappily.

"Miss Roland, I hope you really do have a solution."

Lywind got up from the sofa and exhaled a long breath.

The teleportation earrings have malfunctioned, so now we have no choice but to give up and trust Roland's ability to turn the tide.

After a moment's hesitation, she handed the earrings back to Roland.

"Miss Roland, you can keep this earring as a souvenir."

"However, it's best not to use it. Space technology is still in its early stages of development, and magical structures are precise and complex. This kind of malfunctioning and disordered magic circle will most likely cause serious problems."

"Please consider this an ornament given by His Highness; it's a small token of his appreciation."

As jewelry?

Roland looked down at her palm. The earring, made primarily of magical gold, was still gleaming, except that the silver gemstone on it had turned pink.

Okay, at first glance it does seem quite suitable for me.

It's both yellow and pink.

Roland tossed aside her long golden hair, tilted her head slightly, and put on the spatial earrings.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

Lywind was surprised that Roland would put it on right away and ask her such a question.

The distance between the two was now less than a meter.

At such close range, Lywind could clearly see every inch of the blush on Roland's face and smell the increasingly rich fragrance emanating from her.

After just a few breaths, I felt my face getting hot.

Was Miss Roland ever this provocative before?

Lywind composed herself, looked away, and answered.

"You should ask Her Highness Elizabeth about that; she gave you this spatial earring."

"Alright, Miss Roland, time is running out. I need to leave New Sprout Street immediately, or Bizan's henchmen will notice something amiss."

Roland frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Have the werewolf guards outside detected your abilities?"

"Um."

Lywind nodded slightly and tugged at her magic cloak.

"The stealth magic on this cloak has a time limit; I need to leave before it expires."

"As for your matter, I will report it truthfully to Your Highness..."

Lywind strode to the door of the reception room and placed her hand on the doorknob.

Before leaving, she paused and turned to look at Roland deeply.

"Miss Roland, I hope you will not betray the trust of me and His Highness."

"I know His Highness was too harsh on you back then, and you don't care about His Highness's career, but for your own personal freedom, please be more reliable."

squeak- The wooden door was pushed open, and Lywind walked out without looking back.

Roland watched Lywind's departing figure until the heavy doors of the reception room slowly closed automatically before sitting back down on the sofa.

She picked up a sugar cube and dropped it into the still-warm black tea, then took a sip from the porcelain cup.

In her mind, she recalled Lywind's last expression, filled with resentment and disappointment.

The head maid representing Elizabeth the Imp did not believe that Roland was capable of resolving the crisis, even as she left after the conversation ended.

This is exactly the effect Roland wanted to see.

In the bloodline crisis, even Lywind, an ally, couldn't guess Roland's way of breaking the deadlock, let alone the deadbeat Bizan.

……

Five days later, the arbitration hearing, which had been postponed for another two days, officially began.

On this day, all production, business, and transportation activities of the entire Roland Group ceased.

Except for those in public security and administrative positions, all other employees will be given a temporary leave.

A large number of Imperial Guards poured into the Roland Group, forming neat rows on both sides of the main road, solemnly checking the security of the surroundings.

Although this arbitration conference was only to adjudicate a lord who had not yet inherited the title, it attracted almost all the nobles of the empire.

Some of the powerful and influential attended in person, while others sent their sons or nephews as proxies.

This makes security work exceptionally difficult; if anything were to happen here, it would be a cataclysmic event for the empire.

"Grand Speaker Jess has arrived!"

An Imperial Guard in a high-ranking uniform shouted, slamming his leg down on the ground to assume a standard attention posture.

He placed his left hand on the hilt of the ceremonial sword, while his right hand performed a standard imperial military salute.

The guards on both sides also made the same movements, creating a solemn and grand scene of perfect uniformity.

A luxurious magical carriage drove from afar along the main road, passed through the welcoming avenue lined with guards, and entered the newly constructed large council building in the western area of the Roland Group.

This is a huge building with a vast area, including a front garden, a central garden, a secondary conference hall, a main venue, and all its supporting facilities.

It was built specifically for the arbitration conference.

Originally, Roland himself was supposed to bear the construction costs, but Bishop Bizan and most of the high-ranking nobles in the capital were worried that Roland would tamper with the construction process.

It was ultimately decided that the Church of Vulcan and the Imperial Noble Council would jointly bear the construction costs.

Furthermore, they hired an elite team of civil engineers to ensure high quality while completely excluding the laborers from the Roland Group.

As for the cost, it's just a drop in the ocean for these two large and powerful entities.

Once the Roland Group changes hands, this building can still serve as the new secondary council center in the old port area, making no waste whatsoever.

The magical carriage carrying Grand Speaker Jess entered the venue, followed by one, two... a continuous stream of magical carriages arriving.

As each luxurious magical carriage passed by, the guards would loudly announce the corresponding family name and title.

This physically demanding activity only stopped when the lower and middle-ranking nobles began to appear.

Nevertheless, the atmosphere was already incredibly heated.

From afar, the garden of the venue was filled with elegantly dressed nobles, who were standing in twos and threes, discussing aristocratic topics.

A group of nobles standing closer to the fence were peering out at the road in the distance.

"This is what a young nobleman from the capital asked in confusion."

"Hey, why hasn't Miss Roland arrived yet?"

"Is she going to be the last one to arrive? That seems against etiquette, doesn't it?"

His name is Cabona. He was the first playboy to speculate about the Roland fox clan's breed, and he is also a well-known pink industry connoisseur in the capital.

Incidentally, the master of the pink industry in the capital is his father.

He was filled with anticipation and curiosity, wishing the arbitration conference would start immediately so that Roland's true bloodline could be determined.

Beside him, a young nobleman wearing large black-rimmed glasses and looking very learned answered.

"This arbitration meeting is rather special."

"As far as I know, this meeting is not only aimed at Roland herself, but also at Roland's supporters... Her Highness the Third Princess and Her Highness the Fifth Prince."

"The bigwigs at the top probably want to exclude those two from the battle for the throne, so they're also afraid that Roland might cause trouble."

"They will likely send someone to escort her; it's impossible for her to ride in a magic carriage like we did and enter on her own."

Cabona looked enlightened and gave a thumbs up.

"As expected of you, you managed to find out this kind of information. You're practically forty heads taller than us."

"By the way, since you know so much, why don't you guess whether Roland is a desert golden fox, a red fox, or a yellow sand spirit fox?"

"Neither."

The bespectacled nobleman boy pondered for a moment, then looked up in the direction of the church.

"I guess it might be the Golden Fox royal family."