Chương 314: Arbitration Conference

Roland remained completely unmoved by Bizan's threats.

She spread her hands, made a funny and annoying face, and deliberately pinched her throat to make her voice sound strange and sarcastic.

"Hmph, Bishop Bizan, so what if I provoke you?"

"Come and fight me if you dare."

Roland clapped her hands, suddenly realizing what she meant.

"By the way, you still don't dare to hit me."

She pulled her large tail to her front, gently ran her right hand through the fur on it, and her smile grew even brighter.

"Even if you arrest me, it's probably not your place to punish me."

"My fur is so bright and shiny, it's obvious that you, a mere bishop, can't possibly lay a finger on me. I'll just whisper some sweet nothings to the higher-ups of the Church of Vulcan, and I'll pluck all your fur off the ground, hehehe."

"you!"

Roland's peculiar train of thought left Bizan speechless for a moment, his tiger-like face turning ashen.

Seeing this, the parliamentary representatives who followed behind were afraid that Bizan and Roland would start fighting on the spot, so they quickly pulled the two apart, leaving a distance of two or three meters.

"Hey, hey, Bishop Bizan, calm down."

"If you really want to fight Roland, wait until after the arbitration. Fighting now won't look good, and you'll easily be criticized by those old-fashioned and rigid military men."

A middle-aged member of parliament leaned close to Bizan and whispered words of advice, glancing at Roland out of the corner of his eye.

Then I saw Roland's comical expression, her lips twitching.

Is this an expression that a human can make?

That's so annoying!

He was somewhat relieved that he had separated the two in advance; otherwise, if a fight had really broken out and something had happened to Roland, would the game still have been able to start?

Could it be that Roland is deliberately provoking a fight, trying to use this as an excuse to terminate the arbitration conference?

"snort."

"Since you've said that, let's not waste any more time. Quickly escort Roland over there, and I'll teach this vixen a lesson this afternoon."

Bizan, seizing the opportunity, adopted a magnanimous demeanor, walking back to the wolf-woman secretary.

These words made the senator curse inwardly and secretly roll his eyes.

It's you, you tiger, who's wasting time, isn't it?

He went off to make threats with Roland on his own, got really angry, wasted time, and lost face.

They couldn't wait to get Roland to the venue for arbitration.

These words could not be spoken aloud. The middle-aged senator straightened his collar, took out a piece of parchment from the lining of his aristocratic suit, and walked up to Roland.

He first showed Roland the arbitration authorization from the Imperial Royal Family and the Parliament before he began to explain.

"Miss Roland Kane, your magical cultivation is already above the initial level, and you are accused of murdering a nobleman."

"According to special provisions of the Imperial Noble Law, we will escort you to the center of the arbitration conference venue. Do you have any objections?"

Roland knew this was just a formality, but she still retorted.

"The accusation of murdering a nobleman is a completely one-sided story, full of loopholes, and I protest it."

"Um... Miss Roland, this is just an accusation."

The middle-aged senator looked at Roland helplessly.

Roland chuckled.

"I know, but that doesn't stop me from protesting."

"So that some bishops with tiger heads won't think I've tacitly agreed to the accusation and use it to distort the truth and throw a tantrum."

"You have no shame, don't you think, Mr. Congressman?"

The middle-aged councilor felt a headache coming on when he heard these sarcastic remarks.

Sure enough, a faint pressure of high-level magic emanated from behind him, and Bizan got angry again.

He quickly cleared his throat.

"Ahem, Miss Roland Kane, we have received your protest and will carefully verify the relevant evidence."

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

Roland turned her head away and crossed her arms.

"Hmph, nothing more to say, make your move quickly."

The people present finally breathed a sigh of relief. The council representatives stepped forward and handed a handcuff to Roland.

"Miss Roland, these are magic-suppressing handcuffs. Please put them on."

"Next, we will walk together to the venue of the Arbitration Conference. The nobles have mostly arrived and taken their places, so we need to quicken our pace a bit."

……

After leaving the church garden gate, the group walked along the group's main road.

Because there wasn't enough open space near the church, the venue for the arbitration conference was built in a relatively far location, requiring a considerable amount of time to walk there.

By this time, both sides of the main road were already packed with onlookers.

Most of the onlookers were employees of the Roland Group.

The other group consisted of nobles and merchants who remained there but were not eligible to enter the venue, along with their servants.

They had been watching for a long time, not only because they wanted to see the nobles they rarely saw, but also because they wanted to see Roland, the central figure in this storm.

Therefore, as soon as Roland appeared, she attracted everyone's attention.

"Young master, look! It's Roland Kane! She's finally out!"

A servant in the crowd called out, drawing his master's attention back, and then, together with other servants, separated the surrounding crowd, allowing his master to easily walk to the front.

The guards who had set up the cordon frowned slightly, but still did not issue a warning.

The out-of-town baron craned his neck to look and saw that Roland was surrounded by a group of guards and council representatives on the main road, with military representatives clearing the way in front of her, making quite a grand entrance.

At the center of the group, Roland wore a traditional aristocratic uniform, exuding righteousness and grace.

This old-fashioned aristocratic military uniform, though somewhat rigid and aloof, is perfectly balanced by Roland's fox image.

There is a paradoxical beauty to it.

Unfortunately, being from the countryside, he hadn't learned the flowery language of the nobility in the capital, so he could only express his feelings in the most straightforward, down-to-earth, and unambiguous way.

"Holy crap, that's so cool."

Upon hearing this, even the servants couldn't help but cover their foreheads.

The owner is great in every way, except that he's not very educated and doesn't know how to read the room.

The area is full of employees from the Roland Group, and if they were to overhear this, it would inevitably cause a commotion.

Fortunately, people's attention had already been completely drawn to Roland, and no one noticed him at all.

What people care more about is the magic-suppressing handcuffs Roland is wearing.

The crowd became excited.

"Lady Roland has been handcuffed!"

"I saw it! Those people really were trying to kidnap Lady Roland. Those rumors were true!"

"Lady Roland cannot be captured! What will we do without Lady Roland?"

The employees of the Roland Group were initially thrown into a panic.

They suffered their whole lives, and finally a kind lord/boss came along, allowing them to live an unbelievably wonderful life.

This wonderful life has only lasted a year, is it already coming to an end?

Are we going to have to go back to that precarious life again?

Suddenly, the crowd seemed to fall silent for a moment, and people's eyes began to change.

The initial fear, panic, and grief gradually transformed into another emotion: hostility and resentment.

Even hatred.

Hundreds of gazes, as if they wanted to kill, all turned to the councilors at the head of the group.

The lawmakers felt their breath catch in their throats.

It was as if they had become abyssal creatures abandoned by both gods and men.