Chương 365: Is it true that without talent, one cannot cultivate?

Roland's bishop ascension ceremony was a chaotic affair.

The clerk who came from afar was not only a gossip, but also a fast runner.

The maidservant used all her strength, but still couldn't stop the scribe.

After the clerk brought the record back to headquarters, Roland became famous in an unexpected way.

Everyone says that Roland is not only beautiful and has a sweet voice, but is also smart and witty.

She even used her naturally large breasts and superhuman strength to bounce off the buttons of the white elf-style bishop's robe.

Inside a tavern, adventurers whispered amongst themselves.

"Hey, have you heard? That imperial bishop who invented breeding technology."

"I know, that 'Big-breasted Bishop,' I think the snacks currently circulating in the market are related to her."

"The Roland Group that sells snacks, huh? I also know that the bishop's full name is Roland Kane."

"Are her breasts really that big?"

A soldier/mercenary laughed heartily.

"Hard to say."

"I think it's because the white elf's bishop's robe is too small."

"I used to team up with a white elf, and their chests were so different you couldn't tell the front from the back."

"I thought she was a boy, and I went to great lengths to date her, only to find out she was a girl. Sigh..."

Everyone was shocked.

"?! Here you go!?"

"?! mediocre!?"

Someone suggested.

"Should we take on some missions from the Empire? The Empire currently has agricultural seed bases for the White Elves, as well as businesses owned by the Roland Group and the Church of Vulcan."

"The major churches are all sending manpower over there; I think this empire is about to rise to prominence."

"Perhaps the Empire will become the second global hub."

An adventurer scoffed.

"Pfft, you actually want to see Bishop Roland, don't you?"

"What do you mean by a second world hub? That's just an ordinary country in the north. In all these years, only the Roland Group has emerged. How could it possibly become a world hub?"

……

Roland Group.

After the ascension ceremony, Thranduil assisted Roland in establishing the Temple of the Lightbearers.

This is a special training building for extraordinary individuals, characteristic of the Church of Light.

The site was chosen to be located southwest of the Roland Group Church, and its area was almost the same as that of the church.

It is equipped not only with a magic-gathering array that increases the concentration of magical energy in the environment, but also with a special wonder that increases affinity with the light element and accelerates the learning speed of holy light magic.

The library has everything from apprentice-level to intermediate-level Holy Light magic books, and even a small library has been built for this purpose.

Of course, most of them are support and healing-related magic.

However, Roland was already very satisfied.

The supernatural buildings of other bishops are far inferior in interior configuration to ours.

Take the magic array for example; Thranduil gave Roland special treatment, bringing her a high-quality set of materials from the Elf Forest.

The magic array constructed with high-quality materials is 30-40% more efficient than similar arrays.

With the [Hall of Lightbringers], the cost of cultivating extraordinary individuals has been greatly reduced.

The training hall of the Temple of the Lightbearers is very spacious.

Roland, dressed in an elven bishop's cheongsam, stood side by side with Jenny on the second-floor railing.

Downstairs, nearly ten nuns sat cross-legged beside the magic circle, practicing the Holy Light Healing Spell, a unique and improved magic of the Church of Light.

They were all extraordinary individuals whom Roland had nurtured with a great deal of wealth, and they were filled with gratitude towards Roland.

Therefore, during his rest time, he would go to the hall to practice diligently.

As Roland watched the young nuns practicing below, she felt a sense of urgency and immediately raised her hand, conjuring a golden sphere of light.

Holy Light Healing Spell Roland released the apprentice-level version, weighed it in her left and right hands, and sighed.

"This high-end stuff from the Grand Church is really great. Not only does it reduce mana consumption by 20%, but the healing effect is also 15% higher."

"Once everyone learns this, the pressure on the medical department won't be so great."

Jenny looked at the ball of light in Roland's hand, her eyes filled with envy.

"Miss Roland, you have such a talent. You've learned the Holy Light Healing spell so quickly."

"Haha, it's just so-so."

Roland laughed guiltily.

She didn't learn this herself; after reading the magic books provided by Thranduil, the system automatically registered the new Holy Light Healing spell.

Roland only spent three thousand faith points and learned the apprentice-level version of this magic in a second.

You know what?

Roland was quite adept at using this Holy Light Healing spell.

When she visited the divine kingdom of the goddess Houzi, she accidentally obtained the [Radiant Holy Body] skill, which grants her an extra bonus when using Holy Light magic.

Roland played with the ball of light for half a minute, thought for a moment, and then gently pressed it onto Jenny's arm.

The ball of light scattered into a shower of points of light, all of which entered Jenny's body, relieving the little village girl's fatigue after a day's work.

Roland nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, let's start by not wasting magic power."

Jenny snapped out of her daze, staring blankly at her arm, biting her lip with her canine teeth.

"Thank you, Miss Roland... Sigh, I wish I knew magic."

She was somewhat dejected, her hands resting on the railing as she gazed longingly at the scene below the training hall.

The events that the Roland Group had experienced over the past year flashed through her mind, along with images of Roland attending the arbitration conference.

At that time, Roland stood alone in the center of the conference, while she, as an ordinary village girl, could only stand helplessly below the stage.

If Roland's plan had failed by then, she could only watch helplessly as Roland was taken away by the tiger head and posed in all sorts of ways.

A feeling of resentment welled up inside her.

In the magical world, everyone possesses magical powers.

However, for ordinary people to break through the shackles of the upper limit of magic power and enter the ranks of the extraordinary, they cannot do without the word "talent".

An ordinary village girl like her, who came from a slum, would still be a peasant even if you traced her ancestry back ten generations. There was not a trace of nobility in her bloodline, and her talent was simply terrible.

Her cultivation was no longer inefficient; it was a waste of resources.

Even though Roland never blamed her, she still voluntarily gave up her share of cultivation resources.

Jenny originally thought she had accepted the fact that she was mediocre.

But seeing the scene of people diligently practicing in the training hall today, Jenny realized that she still couldn't let go of her cultivation.

She wanted to become a superhuman, to have the power to protect Roland.

He longed for a longer life, hoping to live a few more decades to be with his sister and Miss Roland.

Jenny lowered her head, her fingers tugging at her long gray hair that fell to her chest, her lips moving.

"Miss Roland, is it really impossible to cultivate without talent?"

Roland paused, then turned to look at Jenny.

Jenny leaned her entire weight on the railing, her back hunched, and a melancholy aura emanated from her.

Roland felt as if she had returned to more than a year ago, and saw that humble and reserved little village girl who took her younger sister to seek medical treatment.

She slapped Jenny on the shoulder with a "thud".

"Isn't that obvious? Wanting to cultivate immortality without talent... is like wanting to sleep with a fox without a chicken!"

Jenny: "..."

What should I do if she feels like crying?

It's not like that in the novel; Miss Roland should comfort herself...

Jenny felt increasingly upset as she thought about it, her lips trembled, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, Jenny, don't cry, I haven't finished talking yet."

Roland realized she had gone too far and quickly tiptoed to stroke Jenny's hair.

"It's true that you can't cultivate without talent, but I can help you improve your talent."

Jenny stopped crying, her little face filled with confusion.

"Enhance... talent?"

"Yes, didn't I promise to find you a cultivation method? Did you think I was joking?"

Roland proudly puffed out her chest and patted her breasts smugly as she spoke.

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond."

"I have made all the necessary preparations for enhancing your talent these past few days."

As she spoke, Roland reached into her skirt and groped around for a while before pulling out a small oak basket.

The wooden basket contained neat square recesses, each holding a bottle of exquisite golden-orange potion, sealed within a delicate crystal container.

Upon careful counting, there were as many as six bottles: one, two, three, four, five, six...

Each bottle contains 300 milliliters, which adds up to 1. 8 liters.

Roland felt the weight in her hands, instinctively clenched her slightly sore thighs, and proudly raised her head.

"Look, this is my promise."

"Talent Enhancement Potion - Roland Brand Honey, no, I mean, Sublimation Potion."