Chương 336: The Awkward Little Elf

Thranduil had just pouted when the Moon Maid reminded him.

"Your Highness, please be mindful of your manners."

"oh."

Thranduil replied sullenly, then put on a composed expression to conceal his dejected mood.

The Moon Maid sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

Although Thranduil received the best royal education and her manners and abilities far surpassed those of ordinary elven girls, her temperament was ultimately not mature enough and still needed to be tempered.

In that instant, the Moon Maid thought of Roland Kane again.

As a self-made man who rose through the ranks of high society from humble beginnings, Roland Kahn possessed social experience far exceeding that of ordinary people.

It also possesses the bloodline of the Golden Fox, which, although not as noble as the White Elf, still places it among the ancient bloodlines.

With these qualifications, perhaps I could become half a teacher to His Highness Thranduil?

After having this thought, the Moon Maid couldn't help but speak well of Roland again.

"Your Highness, being fond of women and being outstanding are not mutually exclusive."

"Roland is different from Your Highness. She has no resources, no connections, and may not even have a degree from the Imperial Magic Academy."

"The achievements of the Roland Group are something that you and the other princes would probably find difficult to attain under the same conditions."

……

The Moon Maid's long lecture had no effect, only making Thranduil feel immense pressure.

Fortunately, the journey was short, and the carriage stopped soon enough, freeing Thranduil.

Because the convoy was small and the visit was semi-official, the reception process was simple and quick.

Roland quickly came forward to greet the master and servant, and together they moved to the reception room on the second floor.

This reception room once hosted Tiger Head, a defeated enemy. It features a custom-made, extra-wide floor-to-ceiling window on one side, and its interior design is reminiscent of the corporate buildings of Earth.

Serandil sat on the sofa, and with just a slight turn of his head, he could take in almost half of the Roland Group.

Today, the Roland Group is entering an unprecedented period of growth, with its construction scale expanding every day, making the scenery even more prosperous than when it was viewed from Tiger Head.

Thranduil naturally showed a surprised expression.

Although she quickly covered it up, Roland still noticed it.

Roland scrutinized Thranduil.

This little saintess of the white elf race had pure, warm white hair and eyebrows, and wore a long saintess dress with gilded patterns. She looked like a pure white lily.

However, her image is so young that she wouldn't look out of place among Renee and Alice.

In other words, if you're a bit taller, at least when you're sitting on the sofa, your feet can still reach the floor.

Roland muttered to herself.

"Is this what an elf in their twenties looks like? Their growth rate is too slow. No wonder they all live for hundreds of years."

But then again.

To be appointed as a powerful saintess at such a young age, in charge of the overall operation of an imperial branch, truly deserves to be called a top-tier connected person by Marcus.

Fortunately, Thranduil was not a spoiled nobleman of the empire.

The young saint was not only impeccable in etiquette, but also communicated very smoothly, and could have a lively conversation with Roland about economic administration and church management.

However, Roland always felt that the little white elf saintess seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with her, and there was an awkward hostility in her words.

This hostility finally erupted completely when the three of them started talking about the Hot Water Plaza.

"Sister Roland, your excellence is evident to all. Among the hundreds of saint candidates in the entire Imperial Church, only you have been able to establish such a prosperous territory."

"Your governance methods are admirable, but..."

As soon as the word "but" came out, Roland's expression turned serious.

As we all know, if these two words appear during a conversation with your boss, it basically means things are going to go wrong.

Thranduil leaned forward, his gaze unfriendly.

"Sister Roland, sometimes as clergy, we shouldn't overstep our bounds."

Roland felt a chill run down her spine.

"Your Highness, is there anything I could have done better?"

"Of course, it's the statue in the center of the square."

Thranduil extended his slender white index finger and pointed through the floor-to-ceiling window at the statue of the fox Roland in the square.

At this moment, a few employees were still placing Krabby Patties on the base in front of the statue to express their gratitude.

"High Sister Roland, as the center of the group, this place should house a statue of the God of Light. Why have you placed a statue of yourself instead?"

Of course, it's because I need to collect faith points.

Roland rolled her eyes inwardly.

But she certainly wouldn't say what was on her mind; instead, she showed an expression of helplessness mixed with a hint of happiness and apology.

"Your Highness, this statue was not erected by me; it was sculpted spontaneously by the group's beast girl employees."

"As you know, there is a tradition of worshipping tribal kings in the South, and they originally carved statues made of oak."

Roland spread her hands.

"Back then, the group was poor, so I sold the wood carving. Unexpectedly, the beast girls were very unhappy and directly carved an even bigger one out of alchemical plaster."

"Sigh... I really can't go against their wishes."

"Furthermore, this statue is beautiful and grand, which not only enhances the aesthetics of the site but also increases its tourism value and attracts noble tourists, so I kept the statue."

Having someone voluntarily carve a statue of you is an absolutely glorious and honorable thing on Earth.

Therefore, when Roland explained it, it inevitably had a touch of Versailles flavor.

This made Thranduil extremely envious, and he forgot all about upsetting Roland, his little mouth pouting like an oil bottle.

"What! The leader actually carved it for you on his own initiative?"

Damn it, she wants that kind of treatment too.

If a large statue could be erected on her territory, she would undoubtedly become the greatest Thranduil heir in history.

Thranduil didn't say the rest of his words aloud; instead, his intense gaze was fixed on the statue in the center of the square.

Such behavior is clearly inconsistent with royal etiquette.

The maid standing beside him cleared her throat, reminding her lord while changing the subject.

"High Sister Roland, since it was a spontaneous act by the people, you shouldn't be blamed. Just add the statue of the God of Light later."

"By the way, I have another question. I wonder if you could answer it for me?"

Roland looked at the white elf maid standing next to the sofa.

This maid's identity was clearly not simple either. Her speech and demeanor were more composed than Thranduil's, and her magical fluctuations were extremely powerful. She was definitely one of the strongest in the empire.

It could even be a quasi-saint powerhouse like Seraf.

Goodness gracious, a quasi-saint level expert working as a maid? This is truly an accidental intrusion into the imperial court.

For such a powerful figure, Roland placed him on the same level as Thranduil.

"Ms. Yue, I'd be happy to answer your questions."

"Sister Roland, you're too kind."

The Moon Maid replied with a polite remark, her gaze first shifting from the fox-girl statue to Roland's rounded hair and empty space behind her, her tone becoming somewhat strange.

"Your Highness and I are both very curious. The Imperial Arbitration Conference should have already confirmed that you are a member of the Golden Fox Clan, but why do you not have any fox clan characteristics now?"

"Where did your tail and ears go?"