Chương 330: Thranduil

Several days have passed.

Land Travel Zone, Magic Train Station.

A magical train with a strong religious style, its locomotive directly carved with the emblem of the Church of Light, stopped on the side of the platform.

The beautiful white elf girl stepped down the steps and boarded the magical carriage, surrounded by guards and servants.

She has the white hair that is the hallmark of white elves, which is styled into an exquisite half-braid. She wears a small silver crown with stars and moon on her head, and her eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Although she looks like a little girl, her speech, manners, and etiquette are impeccable.

On the contrary, he was more mature and steady than the spoiled brats of the empire.

This white elf girl is the new saintess of the Church of Light.

Tarlin Serandil.

She is both the cousin of Ilona, the powerful saintess of the Church of Light, and the youngest princess of the White Elf royal family, and one of the future successors.

From the time she could remember, she enjoyed the top educational resources of the royal family. Martial arts, magic, politics, royal discipline... countless courses filled her childhood, which led to her current achievements.

As a white elf, to become a saintess at the age of twenty-five and to be the head of a branch of the Imperial Church is absolutely unprecedented and unparalleled.

Of course, this wouldn't have been possible without the support of Elona and the White Elf forces.

As a powerful clan within the Church of Light, the White Elves not only wield significant influence in technological matters but also possess remarkable political acumen.

As for Elona, after exposing Seraf's shocking conspiracy of apostasy, her status within the church rose higher and higher.

Thranduil knew perfectly well that the position of head of the Imperial branch was a gilded path paved for her by her clan.

But it was also a test for her.

One of her missions was to confirm the relationship between Roland and Serafie, and whether there was any apostasy involved.

Thranduil sat on the sofa in the carriage, his mind filled with many thoughts.

"Although my cousin Ilona and several cardinals believed that Roland was merely a coerced candidate for sainthood, she still spent almost half a year with Serafie."

"It is difficult to guarantee that the piety has not been corrupted."

She recalled the intelligence she had gathered before setting off, as well as the knowledge of human society imparted by the royal tutors. Her expression turned slightly serious, and she clapped her hands.

As soft applause rang out, the air inside the carriage distorted, and a mature woman dressed in elven maid attire appeared out of thin air, bowing slightly to Thranduil.

"Your Highness, is there anything I can do for you?"

If other extraordinary individuals with exceptional sensory abilities were present at this moment, they would be utterly astonished.

This is because the elven maid's magic level is already very close to that of a quasi-saint, and the beginnings of a domain have already appeared around her.

Such a powerful individual would be considered a hidden trump card by a major family within the empire.

But now she is willing to become a maid, and even her attitude is so respectful.

It can only be said that the power level of the Central Continent is too high, far beyond what a northern border region like the Empire can imagine.

Thranduil looked at the elven maid.

This elven woman, who is close to a quasi-saint, is not only her personal maid, but also her protector and the royal family's mentor.

He is proficient in martial arts, etiquette, magic, cooking, healing, management, and more, making him an all-rounder.

Intelligence gathering is naturally second to none.

Thranduil spoke.

"Moon, how's our investigation at the Roland Group going?"

Before arriving in the capital, Thranduil's intelligence agents had already infiltrated the capital, posing as nobles and wealthy merchants to gather intelligence on the Roland Group.

Thanks to the Roland Group's opening of the tourism industry, intelligence agents easily infiltrated New Sprout Street. A quasi-saint elf maid named "Moon" pulled out a large stack of documents and handed them to Thranduil.

"Your Highness, all the intelligence we could gather is here."

Moon stood upright beside Thranduil, her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen.

As Thranduil began reviewing the intelligence materials, he began to summarize the general intelligence information for Thranduil.

"According to our investigation, Roland showed no obvious signs of apostasy, and the statue of the God of Light standing within the group has not been tampered with in any way."

"The objects of those employees' faith have not been altered into false gods."

"If it weren't for the rumors that Roland was favored by Seraphim, she would seem even more loyal than some bishops."

Yue paused, and after arousing Thranduil's interest, continued to add.

"Your Highness, since the establishment of the Roland Group, the number of believers in the Church of Light in the capital has expanded very rapidly, almost an order of magnitude faster than before."

"Moreover, during the man-made famine this winter, Roland stepped forward and single-handedly saved the lives of tens of thousands of people in the Old Port area. Now she enjoys a very high reputation among the common people, and our church has benefited a lot from her."

As Thranduil listened to the maid's summary, he flipped through the documents in his hand, a look of surprise flashing in his icy blue glass eyes.

"Have you found any clues related to Serafie?"

Yue shook her head.

"Our tracing methods have not found any connection to Serafie within the Roland Group, except for Roland Kane himself."

This news was exactly what Thranduil had expected.

Her clanswoman, Ilona, had told her that Roland Kane was forcibly branded by the traitorous saintess Seraf to steal the power of faith.

Therefore, it's normal for Roland and Seraf to be associated.

If it's confirmed that Roland herself still believes in the God of Light rather than the Goddess of Radiance, then there won't be any problems.

Faith is a very pure thing.

As long as Roland can provide faith to the God of Light, then her piety is beyond doubt.

However, before heading to the Roland Group, she must first completely control the Church of Light in the capital and stabilize the nascent form of her power.

The elven maid understood the meaning in Thranduil's expression and nodded slightly.

"Your Highness, shall we proceed directly to the cathedral?"

"certainly."

"Should we also send Roland Kane to the cathedral for your inspection?"

"No need for now."

Thranduil slowly shook his head, leaned back gently in his chair, looked up at the cathedral spire gradually looming larger outside the window, and revealed a smile perfectly in keeping with royal etiquette.

"Perhaps we can obtain more useful information through the bishops in the Royal Capital Church."

"The nobles of the empire are notoriously shrewd. They've lived under Serafie's rule for a year, so they might have some secret information about Serafie and Roland."

"Even if there really isn't, we can still get a glimpse into Roland's personality, style, and interpersonal relationships from their reactions."

"Let's see if Roland, this candidate for saintess, is really that outstanding?"

As she said this, she turned her eyes and looked in the direction of the Imperial Council building.

"Besides, the nobles of the empire would not want Roland to travel around."

"The ancient bloodline of the Golden Fox royal family, while not considered top-tier in the Central Continent, is already a gift from heaven for the people of the Empire."

Thranduil's analysis and decision earned the approval of the elven maid "Moon," who wore a perfectly timed smile.

The smile was a bit too formal, but the tone was very sincere.

"Your Highness, you will surely become an excellent ruler in the future."