Chương 362: The Imagination of the Plain Elf

Roland and the Moon Maid boarded Thranduil's personal carriage and headed towards the Land District along the roads of the capital.

The city plan of the capital city resembles a pineapple pizza, with administrative districts of different functions and development levels connected to the core of the empire in a fan shape.

The best-developed areas are the two external transportation hubs, Haisen Port and Land Transport Area.

In the game, the original protagonist, Roland, traveled from her rural hometown to the capital on the magic train of the Land Travel District, hoping to make a name for herself and create a bright future.

For Roland, the transmigrator, this was her first time in the Land Travel District.

The streets here are wider and neater than those in the old port area, and there are countless high-rise buildings all around, with trees in the green belts growing even taller.

In terms of infrastructure, it far surpasses the old port area.

However, the most distinctive feature of the Land Walk area is the series of suspended Magic Train tracks.

Roland sat on the sofa and looked out the carriage window. The Magic Train tracks, like a spider web, cut through the vertical space of the city.

Every now and then, a long, magical train would rush past, its speed far exceeding that of Earth's steam trains at the same time.

Thanks to wondrous magic and alchemy, these trains are powered by magic furnaces, producing no pungent smoke or noisy boiler sounds.

Roland felt as if she had returned to modern society, and murmured to herself.

"Wow, amazing technology! We're entering the new energy era in a flash!"

The Moon Maid looked at Roland, who was full of interest, and asked in confusion.

"Miss Roland, you look like this is your first time in the Land Travel Zone?"

Because this is indeed my first time here.

Roland gave an awkward laugh.

"Maybe it's because of the different perspective. Back then, when I first got off the Magic Train, I was all alone, dragging my luggage."

"Now, riding in a luxurious carriage and traveling along the main road with ice magic circles blowing around us, it's hard not to feel a sense of novelty."

Upon hearing this, the maid smiled with relief.

"Your experiences over the past year or two have indeed been quite legendary. Even in the Central Continent, a bishop in his twenties is a very prominent figure."

"If the breeding technology were not convincing enough, even if Your Highness used your connections, it would be difficult to obtain your bishop appointment."

There are still some details she hasn't revealed.

Because of Roland's suggestion to Thranduil, the White Elves received the technical data and new seeds ahead of time, which greatly increased their goodwill towards Roland.

The White Elf forces also contributed significantly to his promotion to regional bishop.

She herself has also changed her opinion of Roland quite a bit.

Although the people of Roland are flamboyant.

But as an ally, Roland is worry-free, reliable, and can carry you—as long as you can tolerate Roland's irresistible charm.

Thinking about the issue of charm, the Moon Maid's pupils focused, lingering on Roland's old-fashioned nun's robes.

The dress of the senior nun is not much different from that of a nun, except that it has an extra layer of decorative patterns, which obscures much of Roland's charm.

It's not elegant enough either.

The maid coughed lightly twice.

"Miss Roland, your status is different now, you can't wear this to the promotion ceremony later."

"His Highness has ordered me to prepare new clothes for you. There is a changing room in the carriage where you can change."

Roland readily agreed.

Riding the spring breeze, the horse gallops swiftly, bringing promotions, wealth, and new clothes.

Then she was dumbfounded.

Inside the luxurious carriage's dressing room, the Moon Maid held a bishop's robe in each hand, looking at Roland with a warm smile.

"Miss Roland, which bishop's robe do you prefer, the human style or the elven style?"

The human-style bishop's dress on the left looks more like a court princess dress, while the white elf style on the right is somewhat similar to a cheongsam, complete with white bodysuit stockings decorated with gold patterns.

It's much more revealing and charming than a princess dress.

This fits the stereotype of elves in Earth's literary and artistic works quite well.

Seemingly sensing Roland's thoughts, the Moon Maid spoke up to explain.

"The three major churches are now vying for faith, and their headquarters are promoting clothing reforms, abandoning the old-fashioned style."

"These kinds of sacred and beautiful religious garments, which exude a noble aura, will gradually become more common. The empire is located in the north and information is lagging behind, so it's normal that you haven't seen them before."

"Miss Roland, please choose one to wear."

Roland suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why did the maid bring out two different styles of clothing?

Logically speaking, as an imperial citizen, I should just wear the ordinary bishop's robes of the locals; that would conform to tradition and I wouldn't make a mistake.

But there's one more option: a white elf style...

Roland stepped forward and took the elven bishop's robe, which resembled a cheongsam.

"Miss Moon, since I work for His Highness Thranduil, I naturally need to wear the bishop's robes of a white elf."

"Besides, isn't this one more appealing?"

Roland smiled on the outside, but in her mind she was cursing wildly.

The White Elves are such a strange race. They claim to be pure and sexually repressed, yet their clothing style emphasizes curves, as if covering themselves with white stockings doesn't count as nudity.

Little did they know that this was actually the most flamboyant outfit.

When the Moon Maid saw Roland choose an elven-style outfit without hesitation, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Roland thought to herself, "Just as I thought."

It seems that from now on, his career will be tied to the White Elf race.

Fortunately, Thranduil is a powerful figure, and he's young and easily fooled, though the maid of the month is a bit harder to fool.

Roland swayed her hips as she walked into the locker room.

With the help of the Mage's Hand and Tail, Roland quickly and neatly changed into the elven bishop's robes and put on a pair of exquisite oak high heels.

A thoughtful circular cutout at the back of the skirt allows her to let out her fluffy tail, proving that the outfit was designed specifically for her.

However, these white elf designers overlooked a major problem.

"Hmph~"

"Hmphh...

"Damn it, the buttons on my chest just won't button up!"

Roland gritted her teeth and pulled at the fabric on both sides, squeezing her large breasts with her arms, but she still couldn't button the buttons in the right place.

Moreover, not only was the size of the chest area not done well, but the fabric for Roland's hip area also didn't have enough slack.

The plump peaches stretched out their alluring curves, taut over the expensive magical silk.

"Damn it, that flat-chested, flat-bottomed white elf has such a poor imagination when it comes to size!"

Roland finally gave up trying to button up the clothes and pushed open the locker room door with a black line on her forehead.

The Moon Maid was also filled with curiosity about the effect of Roland wearing the elven bishop's clothes, and was standing expectantly at the door.

The first thing that caught the eye was the fabric in the center of Roland's chest, which had a large, diamond-shaped opening. Fortunately, her ample breasts were covered by opaque white stockings, so it wasn't considered revealing.

Gold buttons dangled on either side, like an incompetent husband watching his wife run into a male escort club.

The maid blushed for a moment, a rare occurrence, and scolded her.

"Miss Roland, please button up your clothes quickly."

"Such indecent behavior is utterly disgraceful!"

"Your scolding won't change anything; I want to lock myself up too."

Roland cried out in grievance, clutching the button with a face full of resentment.

"Chovy, you guys design clothes for me, okay?"