Chương 323: The Lover in the Royal Capital

Roland was taken aback by Bizan's attitude.

She thought Bizan had lost his mind, so she quickly took a step back while holding little Alice, looking at him with a mocking expression.

"Not a buddy?"

"Are you... begging me?"

Bizan's face contorted for a moment, his nails almost digging into his palm.

But for the sake of his future in the church, he suppressed his surging anger and said in a deep voice.

"I'm just stating a fact."

"The nobles of the empire are incredibly greedy. Since you have foreign blood, they will not treat you as one of their own, but will only keep exploiting your value."

"On the other hand, we, the Church of Vulcan, are the orthodox church of the orcs, and you are one of us."

"I swear that I will use the full strength of my family to support you, to make you a high-ranking member of the church, and to give you access to inexhaustible resources and wealth for spiritual practice."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Roland waved her hand impatiently, interrupting Bizan, her eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

"Bizan, you might fool outsiders with that, but don't fool yourself too."

"When have you ever considered the vulnerable orcs as your own kind? The Golden Fox royal family was captured and kept in captivity by you, wasn't it?"

"And my orc employees of the Roland Group, every single one of them was displaced and forced to leave their homes because of your persecution."

Roland recalled a dilapidated fishing boat from four months ago.

Even after so long, the tragic scene above still occasionally comes to mind for Roland.

More than three hundred disabled beast girls, in order to escape the cruel enslavement of Master Tiger Skin, folded themselves up like merchandise and stuffed them into a small shelf.

Their families also lost their land and succumbed to famine and disease because of the cultivation of bewitching grass by the Church of Vulcan.

The crimes of the Tiger-skinned Nobles are simply beyond description in the language of Earth.

Roland looked at Bizan's bewildered expression, her disgust growing, and waved her hand as if shooing away stray dogs, shouting.

"Go away, that's disgusting."

"Seeing them brings bad luck."

Seeing that Bizan was still standing there and wouldn't leave, Roland simply picked up little Alice and turned to leave.

Bizan looked grim.

He felt a surge of humiliation rush to his head and glared fiercely at Roland.

"Roland, you'll regret this!"

Alice, nestled in Roland's arms, watched as Bizan's figure receded into the distance and chuckled.

"Sister Roland, he looks like a stray dog."

……

The arbitration conference has been going on for three days.

Within three days, news of Roland's bloodline spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital.

Despite Jess's repeated emphasis on prohibiting disclosure, this lecturing-style order clearly had no binding force on the nobles of the capital.

The nobility of the capital city have three virtues.

Idle, lazy, and fond of messing around.

Information about Roland's bloodline is not only scandalous, but also a topic of gossip and connected to the interests of the nobility, making it a natural subject of conversation.

The result was...

Roland became the undisputed number one lover in the capital.

The balcony on the second floor of the church.

Roland leaned against the railing, looking down at the handsome nobleman holding a bouquet of flowers in the garden below, feeling so embarrassed that her toes were digging into the floor.

The handsome, aristocratic young man tossed his head with what he considered a dashing air, tossing his golden bangs to the side, then opened his arms with deep affection and began to half-speak and half-sing.

"Oh, beautiful Miss Roland."

"Your fox ears are so lively, and your tail is so alluring."

"Your smile is like the starlight of June, imprinted on my dark heart, becoming a ray of sunshine."

"I am Viscount Tom Jasper, the rising star of the Royal Academy, the glorious warrior of the arena, offering you my burning love."

Beside the young nobleman, four or five attendants played musical instruments, making his singing sound like a classic stage play on Earth.

I must say, it does sound pretty good.

And this is the traditional pursuit that Western fantasy cannot ignore.

Confessing under the window.

After nightfall, suitors would bring musical instruments and poems, expressing their love and loyalty through solo or choral singing, hoping to win over the young ladies secluded in their chambers.

Of course, the customs of the imperial aristocracy were complicated, and this kind of pursuit often targeted more than just young ladies from secluded families.

More often, it features lonely lords' wives, repressed and alluring widows, or adorable young masters secretly dressing in women's clothing...

Now there's one more thing to say.

That is the rich, talented, beautiful, and alluring pureblood fox, Roland Kahn.

Roland looked down at the scene in the garden and felt goosebumps rising on her skin.

Especially when she saw the blond, aristocratic, handsome man singing and winking at her, she had an urge to run straight back to her room.

To be honest, if the young nobleman in the garden were on Earth, he would definitely be one of those incredibly handsome men.

If it were any other innocent noblewoman, she might have been completely fooled.

But Roland is different.

Roland is a fine young woman in modern society, a tough guy out there. How could she possibly fall for such fancy tricks?

If it were a stunning beauty like Caryl with a curvaceous figure, Roland would only glance at her a few more times.

At this moment, the handsome nobleman below also gradually stopped singing.

He struck a graceful pose, tossed the flower in his hand lightly, and with the aid of a levitation spell, slowly flew towards Roland.

The expensive magical flower cast a dazzling trail in mid-air until it was caught in the hands of the distracted Roland.

"Oh, oh, oh! Miss Roland!"

"Did you accept my invitation to the dinner party?!"

The handsome nobleman felt his blood rush to his head, and his excitement was palpable.

He could almost see himself marrying Roland and revitalizing his family.

This time, his name will appear on a separate page in the family genealogy!

Roland looked at the magical flower in her hand and her lips twitched.

Oops... I was just spacing out and accidentally accepted a suitor's flower.

But it's okay, she still has a way to remedy the situation.

"Viscount Tom, your excellence is evident to all; you are a shining new star in the capital."

"I'm sorry, but I'm unable to reciprocate your enthusiasm. Love, such a beautiful thing, is too far out of reach for me."

Roland lightly covered her full chest, feigning an expression that was three parts sorrow, three parts apology, and ninety-four parts allure, and said in a coquettish voice.

"I've been so preoccupied with the arbitration that I haven't had time to think about romance. The group is in turmoil."

As she spoke, Roland's fox tail swirled around the flower, casting a beautiful healing spell upon it.

With a flick of her wrist, Roland tossed the flower, imbued with healing properties, back into the nobleman's hands.

"Viscount Tom, may this bouquet of flowers, carrying your blessings, allow you to continue to shine on the stage of the capital."

"They..."

She drew out her charming voice, like a young girl in love turning her face, but actually trying to hide her uncontrollable embarrassment, and said in a sweet voice.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing the Viscount in all his glory."

After speaking, Roland turned around and smiled.

That smile was more dazzling than any enchanted flower; it could steal your soul.

Tom had never seen anything like this before, and he was completely mesmerized, almost turning into a fool.

The air was filled with a strong, slightly foxy green tea scent.