Chương 341: Don't be stingy during work hours

"Does it have hair around its mouth?"

Upon hearing this, Roland reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out a small mirror.

Through the reflection in the mirror, Roland saw a purple hair stuck to the left corner of her mouth.

The hair is curly in shape and slightly stiff in texture.

She instantly understood where the hair came from.

What the hell!

Vina, that old hag, didn't even remind herself; she just kept sucking on the fox.

Damn, a goddess like her can't even take care of her personal hygiene.

Why can't you learn from yourself and become a mythical white tiger?

Roland casually wiped the curly hair from her mouth and answered the succubus maid in a normal tone.

"Oh, don't worry about it, it was probably just from accidental staining."

To avoid being misunderstood by the knowledgeable succubus maid, Roland used the fox tail as an excuse, claiming that she had tried to replace the fox tail in the dark underground, which was why the purple fur appeared.

Fortunately, the succubus maid had witnessed Roland's amazing talent for changing tails and easily accepted Roland's excuse.

There's no way around it; magic is just too profound and too wondrous.

……

After fooling the succubus maid, Roland rushed off to see Thranduil.

The meeting place this time was not the second-floor reception room, but the group's greenhouse tourist area.

Since the Arbitration Conference incident, Roland has designated a portion of the greenhouse to create a tourist area for nobles and extraordinary visitors.

The buildings used for tourist accommodation are treehouse villas.

With magical powers, as long as you are willing to pay gold coins and materials, the comfort level of the treehouse is no less than that of a super-star resort hotel on Earth.

Thranduil booked the most luxurious treehouse in the central area during his visit.

In the living room of the treehouse villa, Thranduil sat on a round sofa, facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows stretches an endless expanse of wheat fields. The summer sun pierces through the clouds, casting patches of light on the wheat fields. Occasionally, greenhouse workers can be seen driving flatbed carts past.

Thranduil took the tea offered by the Moon Maid, took a small sip, and his eyes revealed his fondness for the group's greenhouse.

Roland sat on the other side of the round sofa, looking at the little saintess of the white elf clan with a headache.

"Your Highness Thranduil, I heard from the maid that you seem to be planning to stay at the Roland Group?"

"Yes, Miss Roland."

Serandil pushed the tea tray on the coffee table toward Roland.

"Your development and management model is very innovative. I would like to stay and observe and learn from it."

"That's what Yue thinks too."

Upon hearing this, Roland looked at the Moon Maid beside her.

She roughly knew about the relationship between the Moon Maid and Thranduil; this quasi-saint white elf maid also served as Thranduil's royal tutor.

The Moon Maid has a great deal of influence over the education and upbringing of the young saintess, and can even influence Thranduil's actions.

Therefore, since this matter has been approved by the Moon Maid, there is basically not much room for maneuver.

The Moon Maid seemed to sense Roland's reluctance, and while refilling Roland's tea, she comforted her.

"Miss Roland, please rest assured that we will not interfere with your control over the group."

"Moreover, Your Highness does indeed need to stay here temporarily. After all, a large number of imperial nobles have gathered near the Roland Group, and our church can take this opportunity to win over political factions and promote trade cooperation."

"I only hope that you can spare some of your free time to impart your practical experience in managing a group to His Highness."

"Okay... alright."

Roland nodded helplessly.

The Moon Maid's reasons were perfectly valid.

Moreover, for a high nun, being able to establish a relationship with a close relative, the Holy Maiden, would be an immense boon for her future development.

If I were to refuse under these circumstances, it would be highly suspicious.

……

However, things didn't go as Roland had imagined.

In her expectations, Thranduil would at most tour her office, take her to meet various dignitaries, or ask her to act as the group's tour guide.

In reality, it's pretty much the same, and Roland can also expand her network of contacts along the way.

The problem is that Thranduil had a maidservant with him for a month.

This quasi-saint maid, whose demeanor somewhat resembled that of a homeroom teacher, seemed to regard Roland as an object of her education as well, and began to strictly demand Roland's words and actions in the same way she treated Thranduil.

"Miss Roland, please don't cross your legs while working."

"Miss Roland, even if no one can see, you can't take off your high heels under the table and walk around in your stockings. This is not something a lady of the capital should do."

"Miss Roland, stop wiggling your butt on the sofa."

"Miss Roland! How could you reach under her skirt and grope her like that!"

"Miss Roland..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Miss Yue, please stop reading, it's giving me a headache!"

Roland was completely bewildered. She pulled her little hand out from under her skirt, rubbed her forehead, and looked at the Moon Maid beside her.

"My dear Miss Moon, shouldn't you be assisting Prince Thranduil?"

Why did you come to see me?

At this moment, Roland was sitting in her office on the third floor of the church, reviewing administrative documents as usual.

The room looks slightly different today than before.

On the other side of the room, a new, extravagantly luxurious office desk has been added.

The tabletop is made of jade with natural textures, and the frame is made of rare alloy. The drawers inside are made of magical oak from the Elf Forest.

Thranduil sat behind his new desk, processing documents from the Royal Capital Church branch.

As for the Moon Maid, she did indeed stand beside Thranduil at first, waiting for orders.

But at some point, he ran to Roland's side and began to criticize Roland's words and actions, chattering in her ear like a gossipy parrot.

At first, Roland was willing to cooperate a bit, after all, he was a quasi-saint level expert, and even if he was a maid, it wouldn't affect Roland's respect.

But the Moon Maid was too strict, and it didn't take long for Roland to get a little annoyed.

As an elf, the Moon Maid had lived long enough to be Roland's great-great-grandmother. She immediately noticed Roland's irritability but did not compromise in the slightest.

She replied in a flat tone, as if stating a fact.

"Miss Roland, His Highness does not need me to supervise or assist him."

"Her condition remains excellent, her management work is flawless, and her etiquette and demeanor are impeccable."

"But you..."

The Moon Maid drew out her words, crossed her left arm over her chest to support her right elbow, pinched her chin with her right hand, and bent down slightly to examine Roland from head to toe.

Her eyes were sharp; with just one glance, she spotted three instances where Roland's behavior violated aristocratic etiquette.

"Miss Roland, if I may be so bold, you don't look like a dignified noblewoman or a high nun at all right now."

Even after I warned you, you still kicked off your high heels again and started kicking your legs under the desk.

The Moon Maid seemed to have thought of something, and slightly narrowed her large, pale green eyes, her nose twitching slightly.

At close range, a faint scent of sweat wafted from under the table, which was successfully detected by the Moon Maid's keen nose.

"Miss Roland, your image management is absolutely terrible."

Roland also realized that the quasi-saintess was trying to identify the scent of her jade feet.

A wave of embarrassment washed over her, and she guiltily pulled her small feet back into her high heels.

But for the sake of saving face and for her own comfortable working experience, Roland still argued her case.

"Please, Miss Yue, Lord Yue!"

"We're in a private office now. Even if I'm picking at something under the desk, no one will notice my little tricks."

"Clerical work is heavy and tedious, so sitting in a relaxed and comfortable position is very important for physical and mental health."

Upon hearing this, the Moon Maid gave her a look as if she were looking at a monster.

"Miss Roland, how could you say such a thing?"

"Even in private, you must always maintain elegance. This helps cultivate good aristocratic manners, which is an essential lesson for every nobleman."

"Huh? How come I didn't know?"

Roland spread her hands.

"That's how we usually work."

"you?"

The Moon Maid asked out of curiosity, only to see Roland nod vigorously, looking completely at ease.

She thought of a possibility and turned her head to look at the rest area.

To be precise, he was looking at the succubus maid who had taken a break because he had taken over the maid's duties.

The succubus, who is temporarily serving as Roland's personal maid, is currently using her free time to read a "breeding guide" that children shouldn't read. The entire succubus is sprawled out on the long sofa in the rest area.

Not only did she brazenly stick out her plump buttocks, but she also kicked off her high heels, swinging her jade-like feet, encased in black stockings, in mid-air.

This posture, compared to Roland's, is not exactly the same, but rather strikingly similar.

The Moon Maid felt her worldview being shaken and spoke in horror.

"Miss Roland, your manners... were they all learned from succubi?!"