Chương 348: Hao Chi, I am Chi!

With Roland's comforting words, Thranduil's emotions returned to normal.

Seemingly realizing that her behavior of snuggling in Roland's arms seemed childish, Thranduil blushed, broke free from the embrace, and sat back on the sofa.

"Ahem... Sorry, I lost my composure."

She paused for a moment, then emphasized again, still somewhat uneasy.

"Miss Roland, please don't tell anyone about today's incident."

Roland readily agreed to this request.

"Of course, this is a little secret between us, the kind of little secret that I won't tell Maid Tsuki."

Roland smiled and emphasized the words "little secret," adding understandingly as she went along.

"Your Highness, please remember not to tell anyone about my personally shooting the 'Cat Maiden Photobook', okay?"

"The imperial aristocracy all believe that it was a succubus in disguise."

In fact, Roland doesn't care whether this matter will be exposed now.

But after hearing these words, Thranduil instantly felt a sense of camaraderie, as if they were "going along with each other" and "colluding in evil deeds." Even her white-stockinged little feet, which were dangling in mid-air, felt a little lighter.

Thranduil's expression changed halfway through the swinging of her little feet.

Her clothes, which had been exposed by Roland, hadn't been changed or cleaned yet, and she was feeling very uncomfortable.

Roland noticed Thranduil's change and asked him about it.

"Your Highness, what's wrong now?"

"It's nothing... Miss Roland, may I use your dressing room?"

Thranduil slowly turned his head, his knees tapping together restlessly.

"Of course, it would be even better if there was a bathroom."

"Bathrooms and changing rooms?"

Roland repeated it, then her gaze shifted to Thranduil's sweat-soaked dress, and she suddenly realized.

Good heavens, I was drenched in sweat!

Considering Thranduil's sensitive nature, Roland resisted the urge to complain and pointed to the corridor on one side of the office.

"Your Highness, the dressing room and bathroom are over there. I usually use them before I go out."

"You should wash up first; I also have some work to do."

Having received directions from Roland, Thranduil hurriedly lifted her skirt.

She didn't even bother to put on her shoes, and just walked away from the rest area with her white stockings pattering on the floor, leaving a string of delicate footprints on the oak floor.

Only after confirming that Thranduil had left did Roland laugh lightly.

"Hehehehehe..."

"I thought she'd be tough to deal with, but she's about the same as Renee in terms of how to get along with her."

They're all hypocrites who say one thing but do another.

Roland leaned back lazily on the sofa in a relaxed, reclining position, then twirled a bag of company potato chips in front of her with her tail.

Without even reaching out, he directly conjured a mage's hand, tore open the packaging with a thought, and took out a golden, crispy potato chip, which he then popped into his mouth.

With a crisp "crunch crunch" sound, Roland once again tasted the familiar flavors of Earth.

The fluffy potato chips will break cleanly and neatly with just a gentle bite, releasing a rich, oily aroma that, mixed with powdered spices, spreads across the taste buds.

"Houchi!"

Roland let out a loud howl.

The otherworldly version of potato chips from the Roland Group uses the "original cut potato chip process" because of the vertical supply of raw materials from greenhouses. It uses high-quality fresh potatoes that are influenced by the Tree Lady's harvest halo.

After the potatoes are steam-peeled, they are sliced into uniform thin slices using a hand-cranked slicer, then blanched in hot water and deep-fried at high temperature.

The potato chips produced in this way have a crisp texture, natural layers, and the purest natural potato aroma, making them both high-end and healthy.

Moreover, the seasonings in the other world are more varied. For example, the bag of potato chips in Roland's hand contains a small amount of dried frost berry powder, which has a refreshing cucumber-mint-like coolness when eaten, making it perfect for cooling off in the summer.

"Oh, what a pity, if only we had sugary drinks right now."

A flicker of nostalgia for Earth crossed Roland's eyes as she pulled out a bell from her spatial ring to summon church maids and gently shook it.

"Ding-a-ling~" The bell shimmered with magical light, and soon a church maid, a beast girl, entered after knocking on the door.

After instructing the maid to prepare chilled lemonade, Roland picked up a work document and began to correct it on the spot.

While working, Roland recalled her time with Thranduil.

At present, Thranduil is an overly repressed elf who is full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.

The simplest way to deal with this kind of sprite is to secretly take the little saintess out for some fun, without the Moon Maid's knowledge.

As a transmigrator from Earth, she has no shortage of fun and novel things.

……

"Miss Roland, why do you laugh so frighteningly when you're working?"

Because Roland was so engrossed in her work and thoughts, she didn't even notice that Thranduil had finished washing and changing.

As soon as the little saintess came out, she saw Roland's radiant smile and frowned as she asked.

Roland put down her work documents and glanced to the side.

Serandil then changed into a white dress.

The inner lining was a set of white pantyhose, the soft fabric was very thin, and a pinkish skin tone would be slightly visible through the joints.

The white elves love wearing this style, as it symbolizes purity of body and soul.

Before Roland could speak, Thranduil's gaze shifted to the opened potato chip package in front of Roland, and his eyes lit up.

"Miss Roland, is this the new product you mentioned earlier?"

Having experienced Roland's earlier disruption of the reward event, Thranduil was noticeably more relaxed now.

She no longer maintained the airs of a saint and displayed the curiosity unique to a hothouse flower.

This was exactly what Roland wanted.

Roland smiled brightly and immediately waved to Thranduil.

"Yes, I brought these bags of potato chips especially to share with Your Highness. Please try them."

"This is absolutely the world's first puffed potato snack, and we are the first customers to try it."

"Yeah?"

Thranduil's curiosity was piqued, and he quickened his pace.

Halfway through her jog, she remembered her status and forcibly slowed down, her white-stockinged feet decelerating and reverting to an elegant cat-like gait.

Roland watched Thranduil approach step by step, then sit down properly beside her, amusedly rubbing her tail against the little saintess.

"Your Highness, when it's just the two of us, we don't need to be so formal."

"The Empire is not the Elf Forest. The Moon Maid's strict requirements are simply torture here."

"Look at me, I'm usually so lazy and comfortable."

As she spoke, Roland wiggled her hips on the sofa as if to show off, making a soft rustling sound.

Thranduil blushed slightly and spat with a hint of superiority.

"That's because you imperial nobles have no manners... That's what the Moon Maid said."

She was scathing in her words, but looking at Roland's languid appearance, she couldn't help but hesitate.

After hesitating for a moment, Thranduil tried to relax the muscles in his waist and leaned back gently against the sofa.

Just then, Roland's long white fox tail lay horizontally on the sofa, and Thranduil lay directly on the fluffy tail.

The snow mountain fox's tail had its own cooling effect, which made Thranduil squint his eyes in comfort.

"How is it? It's really comfortable, isn't it?"

Roland chuckled like a vixen who had stolen a hen, and reached out to hand the opened bag of potato chips to Thranduil.

"Your Highness, please try our new product. If you like it, you can consider investing and helping me sell it to other places."

"it is good."

Thranduil couldn't wait to try the new food called "potato chips," so he craned his neck to look inside the packaging.

But faced with a pile of golden-yellow flakes, she was stumped again.

"Miss Roland, it seems this is difficult to pick up with a knife and fork?"

"Why use a knife and fork to eat potato chips? Just grab them with your hands."

"Roland replied lewdly," she replied.

"Don't be so picky. It's just a snack. There's no Moon Maid here, staring at us with those big eyes."

"Pfft... Miss Roland, don't be so upset with Yue. Actually, she was just trying to help us."

Thranduil was amused by Roland's words, covering her mouth with one hand while reaching for the potato chips with the other.

She stopped again.

Because of the pantyhose, her hands were wrapped in high-grade magical silk, making it inconvenient to grab greasy food.

"Miss Roland..."

"What's wrong, Your Highness? Do you want me to feed you?"

Roland teased him instinctively.

It would have been better if he hadn't teased her; the moment he did, Thranduil fell silent, immediately abandoning his idea of casting Hand of the Mage.

The petite white elf turned her face away and whispered.

"May I?"

Roland: "???"