Chương 361: Bishop Roland

Roland was a little confused.

I?

bishop?

Are you kidding me?

After waving away the maids, Roland tidied herself up briefly and then hurriedly went downstairs, lifting her skirt.

As they approached the reception room, Roland slowed her pace and calmly pushed open the door.

"Marcus, it's been a long time."

Roland stepped closer to Marcus, looked him up and down, and noticed that her number one lackey had gotten even fatter.

It seems that he has made a fortune with the group recently, and his extravagant lifestyle has reached a new level, leading to him indulging in delicacies.

They are truly rolling in money.

After exchanging pleasantries with Marcus for a while, Roland couldn't help but smile and shake her head.

"Marcus, you really should lose some weight. Spend more time exercising instead of just sitting at home counting money."

"If all else fails, go to Pink Harbor and undergo some succubus training. You'll see results in a few months."

Marcus blushed.

"Miss Roland, my two daughters have just recovered from the bewitching potion and have no time to concern themselves with such matters."

"Ahem, but since it's your suggestion, I'll try my best to lose weight."

Roland waved her hand.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore, let's get back to the main topic."

"I heard from the maid that you've come to congratulate me on my promotion to regional bishop. What's going on?"

"Miss Roland, you didn't know?"

Marcus looked surprised, but quickly realized what was going on and kindly explained.

"His Highness Thranduil reported the breeding technology you provided to headquarters a few days ago, and it has been of great benefit to the Church and the White Elves."

"Her Highness has been commended, and it is said that she used some connections and privileges to promote you to the position of regional bishop, which has caused quite a stir within the church."

"I came to congratulate you as soon as I heard the news."

Marcus spoke, his eyes filled with envy.

Miss Roland is truly popular, first with Serafie, and now with Thranduil.

A year ago, she was a fraudulent nun who bribed her way into the position; a year later, she became a legitimate regional bishop.

Marcus had worked in the church his entire life and had never seen such an astonishing speed of promotion.

This is a regional bishop!

Senior nun, novice bishop, vicar general, regional bishop.

Roland's current position is two ranks below that of a regional bishop.

Once he became a regional bishop, Roland essentially gained jurisdiction over a diocese.

All the churches near Xinya Street must be under Roland's leadership.

Bishops have more powers than just these.

The headquarters of the Church of Light will distribute the inheritance of extraordinary professions to lower and middle-level individuals.

They will also assist in the construction of corresponding training buildings and help the regional bishops establish "Apostolic Guards" as the defensive force of the diocese.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, extraordinary individuals form the foundation of any power.

With a team of extraordinary individuals and the commercial strength of the Roland Group, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the local tyrants of the old port area.

Marcus then thought of Roland's age.

According to the information registered with the Imperial Noble Council, Roland seems to be only in her early twenties.

Holy crap, a bishop in his early twenties.

She also has a close relationship with the Holy Maiden of the Central Plains, and her future career prospects are as bright as a succubus's huge breasts.

It's big and white.

Marcus felt fortunate.

I'm so glad I chose to go to Roland.

On the other side, Roland took half a minute to process the information in Marcus's words.

"So this is the reward Thranduil was talking about."

"Being promoted to regional bishop is certainly quite lucrative."

She had dealt with the bishops of the branch quite a bit, so she naturally understood the power they wielded and asked in turn.

"Marcus, do you know when my promotion ceremony is?"

"Well... it should be in the next few days. His Highness Thranduil should send someone to inform us."

As Marcus answered, he stood up from the sofa and took out a half-meter-tall wooden suitcase from his spatial ring.

This box, adorned with exquisite relief carvings and lavish metal decorations at its four corners, is a prime example of excessive packaging.

He pushed the wooden suitcase in front of Roland and smiled obsequiously.

"Miss Roland, this is just a small token of my congratulations on your promotion to the position of regional bishop."

"We would appreciate any opportunity to mentor you in the future; we're all envious of your high-yield seeds."

As the wooden box swayed, Roland clearly sensed the high-quality magical fluctuations within it, undoubtedly indicating that it was made from expensive, extraordinary materials used to refine various precious magical potions.

Given Marcus's use of the word "we," the gift was likely a joint offering from several bishops who had already benefited from it.

Roland gave a gentle smile.

"I've already made arrangements for the high-yield seeds. The group has reserved a share for you. I never leave out my allies when it comes to making money."

After seeing Marcus off, Roland did not leave the reception room.

She poured herself a glass of lemonade, held the glass, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing blankly at the bustling corporate estate.

Having transmigrated for over a year, I never imagined that in such a short time, I would rise from a nun to a bishop.

In the original game, two or three years had passed by the time the protagonist, Roland, reached this position.

His skills are those of a seasoned veteran, capable of taking on ten men single-handedly, wielding clouds and mist, impenetrable to ten thousand, and possessing a warm and compassionate heart.

Even after transmigrating to this era, she remains a pure and good girl, a proper candidate for sainthood.

Oh right, I also have the status of a candidate saintess.

If she becomes a regional bishop, can she still run for sainthood?

Roland muttered to herself.

"I think I also promised Kalil that I would become a saint and steal the baptism of holy light in order to disgust the Church of Light."

Her finger poked at the glass, yet it also seemed to be poking at the ground of the distant square.

Kaliel, Sheep, Salia...

The dark underground.

What kind of place is it exactly?

……

Five days have passed.

Marcus was right; Roland's appointment letter soon arrived at the Roland Group.

This time, the visitor was Moon Maid.

The Moon Maid changed into an elven-style maid outfit, with intricate patterns engraved on the collar and an exquisite religious ornament pinned to her apron.

The overall cut of the dress is more revealing and emphasizes the body's curves.

Unfortunately, the Moon Maid is a white elf, so while it's not a certainty, she's still rather ordinary and uninteresting.

The moon maid stepped down from the carriage and walked into the church with standard and elegant steps.

At this moment, Roland was also ready to set off, wearing a standard high nun's uniform.

It wasn't a fitted style produced by the system, nor did it have any small cutouts added by the succubus according to her fetishes. It was a proper high nun's uniform, which looked quite old-fashioned.

The Moon Maid was taken aback upon seeing this, and pursed her lips slightly.

"Greetings, Miss Roland."

"It seems you already know about His Highness's reward for you."

"Your Highness didn't try to hide anything, did you?"

Roland's smile carried a hint of helplessness as she slowly approached the Moon Maid.

"To be honest, this reward was unexpected; I was even a little surprised."

The Moon Maid was a head taller than Roland, so Roland had to look up to meet her gaze.

It seems that after helping Thranduil a lot last time, the Moon Maid's attitude has softened considerably, and she showed a more amiable smile when she saw Roland approaching.

"Miss Roland, the position of bishop is very suitable for you. I hope you will not let His Highness down."

"Miss Roland, please come with me."

"The ascension ceremony will be held at the Land Walk Cathedral."