Chương 313: Arbitration Conference

The bespectacled nobleman's words made Cabona burst out laughing.

"Seriously, buddy? How did you guess that? I personally think Roland is the Desert Golden Fox."

"As for that so-called Golden Fox Royal Family, that breed has become extinct in the south. The information I personally collected is all hearsay and boastful rumors, which have no credibility whatsoever."

"This special bloodline has long since declined over time, so how could it possibly revert to its ancestral form in a hybrid human?"

The bespectacled boy was not swayed by Cabona's words, but instead explained his reasoning in a calm voice.

"Carbona, I have my reasons for this guess."

"The Tiger Skin Guy, who opens at seven o'clock, has been targeting Roland Kane for a long time. This time, he has gone to great lengths. It would be unreasonable if Roland herself had no benefit to gain."

As he explained, he pondered, his fingers unconsciously tapping the heavy book tucked into his waistband.

"Furthermore, the Golden Fox royal family did not disappear in history."

"Although I haven't been able to find any relevant evidence, I always feel that their disappearance is inextricably linked to the Tiger Skin Guys."

Cabona listened patiently to the bespectacled boy's explanation, but still stuck to his own ideas.

Both sides held their own opinions, and neither could convince the other in a short time.

"never mind."

"Once Roland arrives at the venue, the truth will come to light."

"Let's wait here for a bit. I'm curious to see how Roland will appear today."

……

Just as the bespectacled boy had guessed, the Noble Council was indeed planning to bring Roland directly into the meeting hall by escort.

Instead of following imperial tradition, where nobles would enter by themselves in magical carriages.

At this moment, the entrance to the church garden was surrounded by imperial guards and werewolf guards. The magical carriage convoy in the middle of the road stopped, and several figures stepped off.

The three middle-aged nobles on the left are representatives of the parliament.

The pair of aristocratic siblings on the right represent the military.

The two in the middle are Bishop of the Church of Vulcan and CEO of Seven O'Clock Opening – Tiger Man Bizan.

And his wolf-woman secretary.

This group comprises political, religious, and military forces and is an escort team selected by the noble council.

Bizan, who was leading the way, presented the parliamentary documents and entered the church without any hindrance. In the church's first-floor hall, he met Roland, who was already prepared to depart.

Roland's outfit today is a complete departure from her usual style.

She was dressed in the most standard and traditional imperial uniform, which was the formal dress worn by the nobles of Roland during their swearing-in ceremony in the game's background.

The empire was once founded on military might, because this old-fashioned, traditional dress uniform was highly associated with the military in style.

The red and black color scheme, along with the light silver imperial accessories and the gold sash, gives Roland an aura of majesty and iron-bloodedness.

He also had three badges pinned to his chest, two of which were obtained by the people of the old port area during a period of great famine.

One of them was awarded to Roland by the Church of Light in recognition of the Roland Group's outstanding contributions during the famine.

One of them is a commemorative badge presented by the Governor of the Old Port District on behalf of the local nobles of the Old Port District to thank Roland, and it has been officially certified by the Empire.

The last one is an oak badge given to the tens of thousands of rescued disaster victims.

The oak badge was the simplest and the material was not particularly precious, but in Roland's opinion, this badge was far more valuable than the other two.

Roland stood in the center of the hall, legs together, her hand brushing over her short skirt and placed in front of her chest, performing standard aristocratic etiquette to the arriving crowd.

"Roland Kane of the Imperial Kane family."

"Greetings to all the esteemed officials."

His elegant and serious demeanor left everyone momentarily stunned.

It was as if the alluring fox spirit who had been flitting about in an evening gown at the banquet just a few days ago was merely a phantom illusion.

Glenn, representing the military, was immediately struck by a glimpse of his and his sister's attire.

Both are traditional styles that were popular more than a decade ago, both are the orthodox iron-blooded style of old-fashioned aristocrats, and both have a red and black color scheme.

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, he would at least have praised Roland's taste.

Bizan frowned frequently as he looked at Roland, his eyes scanning her back and forth. When he saw the badge on Roland's chest, his pupils contracted slightly.

As the actual mastermind behind the great famine in the old port area, he certainly knew the origin of these three badges.

At this moment, Roland wearing these three badges was almost tantamount to mockery.

Bizan walked up to Roland, squinted at her, and spoke with suppressed anger in his voice.

"You vixen, who gave you the courage to provoke me at a time like this?"

His inner anger at that moment was far greater than what he showed.

It wasn't just Roland's act of wearing the badge; that was merely the trigger.

His anger stemmed from the fact that a large number of customers were lost during the 7 a. m. opening period, which also led to a rapid decline in the production of sublimation crystals.

The reason for the exodus was naturally the commercial development plan of the [Roland Group - Pink Harbor Axis], spearheaded by Roland, which attracted a large number of nobles.

Even if we capture Roland this time, the succubus will steal away some of our noble customers when we open at 7 o'clock.

Roland was completely unmoved by Bizan's anger, and even felt a little amused.

She's not going to pretend anymore.

From today onwards, she will be completely opposed to Bizan.

Since that's the case, of course we'll do whatever's most disgusting to the other side.

Roland's mind raced, and she smiled brightly, replying in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Bishop Bizan, you look like you're in a hurry?"

"Let me guess, perhaps our Roland Group has been making too much money lately, making you envious?"

"It's okay, you can be as envious as you want, I don't mind."

Roland paused, pretending to suddenly remember something, and continued.

"By the way, Bishop Bizan, I remember you were also a seasoned and shrewd businessman."

How's business lately?

"you!"

Upon hearing Roland's rebuttal, Bizan's anger gradually subsided, replaced by a growing sense of doubt.

wrong.

Roland is so confident now, it's as if she's not afraid of her bloodline being exposed or losing her noble status at all.

Considering that Roland had been focusing all his attention on business during this period, a bold idea emerged in his mind.

Has Roland found a new backer?

Impossible. The current political elite of the empire has largely sided with the Church of Vulcan, and the military leadership has also grown increasingly close to him during this period. The remaining minor nobles are of no use whatsoever.

The Iron Church gradually withdrew from the Empire, and the Church of Light, benefiting from the previous agreement to assist in eliminating traitors, also suspended its activities with the Empire as agreed.

Will Roland be able to find a powerful backer?

Impossible, she can't find any powerful backers!

"Roland, what kind of clever trick are you trying to pull?"

Bizan suppressed his unease, staring intently at Roland's face with his tiger-like eyes, as if he were looking at prey.

"Now that you're about to lose power, aren't you worried about angering me and making you wish you were dead?"