Chương 367: The Three People Causing Trouble in the Dark Underground

After saying goodbye to Jenny, Roland walked unsteadily alone down the street.

The sweltering summer has long since ended, and the leaves, tinged with the orange-yellow hue symbolizing a bountiful harvest, drift by in the cool breeze, gliding past Roland.

Instead of returning directly to the church as she had told Jenny, she changed direction and climbed the tallest bell tower of the Roland Group.

Looking down from above, the Roland Group resembles a town built in a circular pattern.

The giant magic furnace in the central area not only provides magic to the production equipment, but also provides heat around the clock.

While this heat may seem superfluous in summer, it becomes an essential resource for people's survival in late autumn.

It was just past lunch break, and the streets were bustling again.

With the greenhouse harvest season drawing to a close, the group's employees are working at full capacity to rush the harvest, and a large number of horse-drawn transport wagons are shuttling back and forth on the main lines to deliver raw materials and products to the warehouse.

Amidst this bustling activity, there is a sense of order that seems out of place in this era, stemming from Roland's formidable cohesion and well-established rules and regulations within this territory.

The old port area was continuously repaired and restored to operation, and the business alliance led by Roland expanded rapidly. Thranduil also established a merchant guild and joined it.

With the high-yield seeds that were promoted, the problem of insufficient raw materials was completely solved, and the group expanded its production capacity without restraint.

The group's products are sold far and wide, bringing huge wealth to Roland.

The external environment for the Roland Group has gradually stabilized.

The Church of Vulcan's 7 o'clock opening settled down and stopped causing trouble.

The newly appointed Cardinal Spotted Hyena is a shrewd man who shifted his focus to development, modeling reforms after the Roland Group and Pink Harbor, and leveraging the foundation of the Church of Vulcan to establish a presence throughout the empire.

All forces were developing and expanding at a frenzied pace, and the lives of ordinary people suddenly entered a period of prosperity.

The unemployment rate plummeted, wages soared, and prices of food and daily necessities dropped sharply, suddenly easing the pressure of life by several levels.

This is the change brought about by the development of productivity.

"Hey~ It's thriving!"

Roland sighed and pulled a bottle of tree honey wine from under her skirt.

This is a specialty brewed by Lady Tree. It doesn't taste as good as Caryl's Elf Dragon Blood Brew, but it has a lower alcohol content and is less likely to make you drunk.

Even Roland can indulge herself a little.

Roland peeked out and looked down at the bustling crowd below.

Back on Earth, she was just an ordinary person among the crowd.

Today, the employees under my management receive adequate wages, enjoy balanced meals, have harmonious families, and are in good health...

She didn't intend to treat her employees well; she just wanted to treat her past self well.

In short, she is very happy now!

"Pfft, that feels good."

Roland took a sip of the mellow tree honey wine and made a cheerful sound.

As for why she didn't drink the Elf Dragon Blood Brew, it was because she had lost the means to restock it.

A year and a half has passed since Caryl left the Empire for the Underdark, and the wine she left for Roland has long been completely wasted.

Roland rested her chin on her hand, her gaze falling on the paving stones of the square for what seemed like the hundredth time, as if she could see through the floor and into the dark depths of the earth.

"The dark underground..."

Roland uttered those four words again.

These four words seem to possess a peculiar magic.

The moment the words left his mouth, the ground of the entire capital city trembled slightly.

Suddenly, a huge explosion came from the far south of the capital.

"Bang!!!"

Immediately, a massive wave of magical energy swept across the Roland Group like a shockwave.

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

"A massive abnormal magical fluctuation has been detected. All staff must cease operations, follow the instructions of the task force leader, and seek cover at the nearest location."

"I'll repeat myself: all personnel, cease work, follow the instructions of the task force leader, and find the nearest cover..."

The amplification array on the clock tower emitted a tremendous sound, and Ms. Tree's voice spread to every part of the group, plunging the entire group into chaos.

As the person closest to the clock tower, Roland instinctively reached out and covered the human's ears, forgetting that she was still wearing two orc ears on her head.

So he was so overwhelmed by the terrifying sound that he became dizzy and had no choice but to tuck his tail between his legs, frantically jump over the fence, and leap off the clock tower.

Roland cried out in anguish as she used wind magic to slow him down.

"What on earth is going on?!"

"Could it be that I'm jinxing it, and something really did happen in the dark underground?"

……

In the dark depths of the earth, in a strange and sinister twisted jungle.

The three succubi, Kaliel, Sheep, and Salia, furtively planted a crooked vine staff into the altar.

Immediately afterwards, the altar lit up with a green light, and a surge of life energy flowed out.

Wearing the prepared sacrificial robes, the sheep stood in the magic circle and began to dance a loud and boisterous shamanic dance.

"Hami hami, jigu jigu, waibi babu, bibi labu..."

"O ocean, you are all water; O goddess, you have eight legs."

No matter how hard the sheep tried, or how much Kalil increased her magic output while controlling the magic circle, she still failed.

After a while, Salia, who was on guard in the distance, walked back to the vicinity of the altar, looked at the two distraught people, and sighed.

"So we failed again?"

"yes."

Caryl held her forehead and slammed her right fist heavily against the tree trunk beside her.

"Damn it, the aura of the Goddess of Life on this broken staff must be too faint. We need to find a more powerful relic of the goddess!"

"Lord, we've already lost the chance to restart the ceremony."

Salia helplessly poured cold water on her boss.

"The technology for resurrecting gods has been exposed, plunging the entire Underdark into fanaticism and chaos, with remnants of various churches collecting related supernatural materials."

"Everyone is watching us. We can't make any more noise, or the consequences will be unimaginable."

Kalil fell silent.

For the past year or so, the three of them have been roaming around various cities in the dark underground, stealing relics of the Goddess of Life in the hope of awakening the goddess through the technology of the Night Scholars Association.

But six months ago, for some unknown reason, the technology to resurrect gods suddenly began to circulate in the underground world, and those with ulterior motives immediately realized the three's purpose.

Therefore, Caryl and her two companions became the most wanted criminals in the Dark Underworld.

Countless people wanted to capture them, partly to extract specific technical information, and partly to seize a bunch of relics of the Goddess of Life.

If we could use the goddess's relics to awaken the goddess of life and indirectly control her...

Wow, what a wonderful thing that is!

At this moment, the sheep began to sob softly.

After a year of training underground, the sheep's fighting power has increased a bit, but its personality remains weak.

She looked at Kalil and pointed to the dark, rocky sky.

"Big Brother, shall we go back to the ground?"

"I... I miss Miss Roland."