Chương 329: She's a person with connections

"Marcus, what the hell are you doing bringing your daughter here?"

"Who's calling me?!"

Roland's voice sent a shiver down Marcus's spine, and he turned to look in her direction.

However, in his eyes, Roland, who used the disguise bracelet, looked like a familiar, beautiful fox-eared girl.

However, as Roland's lackey, he immediately recognized Ivy Rose, the acting steward beside Roland.

Based on the tone of Roland's voice, a bold guess came to his mind.

"You... you are Miss Roland?"

Roland didn't answer, but instead reached out and tapped the disguise bracelet twice, disconnecting the magic connection.

The disguise magic faded from her face, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Marcus gasped when he saw it.

Although he was also a nobleman of the capital, he was unable to attend the arbitration conference of the Roland Group due to his identity as a member of the Church of Light and the censorship order from headquarters, and had not seen Roland for some time.

I never expected that Roland would grow up to be so beautiful in just over a month, and even appear near the Crystal Dragon Paradise in Pink Harbor.

Moreover, she was wearing a disguise bracelet and was accompanied by the succubus Ivy. All these signs immediately made him think the wrong thing.

Marcus felt a dryness in his throat.

"Miss Roland, are you planning to go to the amusement park today?"

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly go to such a disreputable place?"

Without blushing or skipping a beat, Roland lowered her voice and asked in return.

"But you, since you know this is Pink Harbor, how dare you bring your daughter here?"

Could it be that you want to...

Roland didn't spell it out, but Marcus and Ivy Rose, both well-informed members of high society, instantly understood what Roland meant.

It can only be said that this kind of thing is indeed not uncommon among the aristocratic class.

Especially in this other world where inheritance relies mainly on magical factors rather than genes, some families have even staged ethical and moral dramas that are hard to describe in order to purify their bloodlines.

Marcus was not that kind of person. Although he was greedy for money, his basic morals were still quite good, and he immediately shook his head repeatedly.

"How could I possibly do such a thing?"

"Miss Roland, you've misunderstood me. I brought Julia and Marianne here to treat their addiction to the Bewitching Herb potion."

"A bewitching herb potion?"

Roland was taken aback, then turned to look at Ivy Rose, thus gaining the great succubus's approval.

"Miss Roland, that is indeed the case."

"The two young ladies of the Goon family are full of magic, and their poisoning from the Bewitching Herb is quite severe, so they will need a long time to recover."

"But I'm almost fully recovered today."

Upon hearing this, Roland turned her head past Marcus to look at the two girls behind her.

It must be said that Marcus's daughters are indeed very beautiful; one has brown hair and green eyes, and the other has blonde hair and blue eyes. They are so beautiful that they seem like they are not his biological children.

Upon seeing Roland's gaze, the two girls simultaneously performed a curtsy, lifting their skirts.

"Thank you, Lady Roland, for rescuing us sisters from the torment of the bewitching potion."

Roland responded with a bright smile.

I learned from Marcus that his daughter was initially isolated because of her talent and hard work.

Later, in order to integrate into the aristocratic circle, he was deceived by a playboy and drank the Bewitching Herb as a stimulant, which led to his addiction.

Unfortunately, Marcus's position was sensitive, so he dared not publicize this matter.

Moreover, it likely involves a power struggle within the church, so he wouldn't dare to retaliate openly.

The reason he took the risk of reselling grain was to make up for the money lost in purchasing the Bewitching Herb potion.

Roland's gaze swept over the two girls.

"Congratulations to both of you on your recovery. Be more careful in the future. Don't go to that filthy place that opens at seven o'clock. Tiger Head is disgusting."

"If you're really under too much work pressure and need to vent, consider the succubus industry; they're all on our side."

The two girls blushed slightly, lowered their heads, and dared not look at Roland's gaze, only nodding timidly.

As for how Roland addressed them, they didn't see anything wrong with it.

Even though they were older than Roland, Roland was their father's superior, so being called "little sister" so affectionately was something to be happy about.

Marcus had successfully introduced his daughters to Roland and was about to smile.

But then he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression turned troubled again.

"By the way, Miss Roland, I was actually heading out to find Chief Steward Ivy, and I wanted to convey some news to you through Miss Succubus."

"Now that I've met you, I'll just tell you the truth."

Roland has dealt with nobles quite a bit, and her ability to read people has become second nature.

Judging from Marcus's expression, she asked the question first.

"It must be bad news, right?"

"Forehead……"

Marcus hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"yes."

"The headquarters' inspection team is about to arrive in the capital. I don't know why it's so fast. According to what I've heard, there should have been a period of silence for about another month."

Marcus paused here, glancing furtively at the wagging tail behind Roland, and guessed.

"I think it might be related to your bloodline, because the new saintess who took over the branch and her team arrived with the inspection team."

Roland let out a soft "Ah," her brows furrowing in response.

While the Empire isn't exactly a remote, out-of-the-way region on the map of the main world, its economy and supernatural power are underdeveloped due to its proximity to the Frostlands of the North.

Seraf was previously exiled to the Empire.

Now another saintess is taking over; that's simply impossible.

Could it be that being a saint in the Church of Light is some kind of high-risk profession that could lead to exile?

In order to prepare in advance, Roland began to carefully inquire about the new saintess.

"Marcus, do you know the specifics of that saintess?"

"Of course, her name is Tarin Thranduil."

"Thrantil? That sounds like an Elven surname."

"Yes, it's the elves."

Marcus recalled the intelligence gathered through commercial channels, his expression somewhat incredulous.

"And those are white elves, nobles among elves, with a powerful and ancient bloodline."

"The blood flowing through her veins is the same ancient blood as yours, even... stronger than that of the fox clan."

This doesn't refer to higher purity, but rather that the white elf's racial strength is higher than that of the golden fox.

A thousand years ago, the white elves were a high-ranking race, while the cute little animals of the south were just commonplace.

Roland was even more confused.

This guy is a true prodigy!

Would someone like that be exiled to the Imperial branch?

Marcus noticed Roland's confusion, after all, he had reacted the same way when he first received the news.

"Miss Roland, the arrival of Saintess Thranduil to take over the Empire should be a trial for her, and also a way for the higher-ups to train the new saintess."

"After all, according to the information, the young saintess Thranduil is only twenty-five years old."

"Twenty-five years old?"

Roland's lips twitched.

Although she had never met a white elf, she had plenty of contact with dark elves, and even the dark elf goddess had given her a severe dressing-down.

At the age of twenty-five, a human is already an adult, mentally mature enough to seek out succubi for pleasure.

But for the elves...

Twenty-five years old?

Isn't that just a little sister?

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

But Marcus looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Miss Roland, please don't be careless. Although this young Saintess Thranduil is only twenty-five years old, she is no ordinary person."

"In my opinion, he is even more difficult to deal with and more troublesome than some powerful bishops, or even cardinals."

When Roland saw the serious expression on Marcus's face, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"How so? Is it that the saintess possesses exceptional wisdom or remarkable skills?"

"No……"

Marcus's eyes were dull as he answered.

"She's a person with connections."