Chương 377: Durra Gray Gold

The grey dwarf secretary opened the old tavern door and led Roland to sit down at the bar.

Instead of touching the wine barrels in the tavern, she took out a beautifully packaged bottle of wine from her spatial ring and poured Roland a glass.

"Miss Laura, please wait here for a moment."

The secretary smiled and waved, then left Roland behind and went up to the second floor of the tavern alone.

The second floor of the tavern was unexpectedly cozy. The open second-floor corridor made it easy to observe the situation downstairs, and the wooden floor was covered with monster fur, so high heels only made a slight sound when they stepped on it.

The gray dwarf secretary walked up to the office and politely knocked on the door.

"Miss Durra, I'm back."

"I've found someone to run the tavern."

"Oh, Sissia, you're back. Come in and talk."

A clear, girlish voice rang out from behind the office door. Secretary Sissia opened the door and entered only after receiving permission.

Behind the heavy, shadowy wooden desk, Durra Greygold sat with her legs crossed, reviewing the tavern's financial reports.

Durra Grey is only 1. 19 meters tall, with creamy light grey skin and fluffy, soft silver short curly hair. The ends of her hair are slightly curled and fall over her shoulders. She is very well-groomed and there is not a single split end.

Her eyes were a clear amber color with a slight upturn at the corners, and she wore delicate eyeliner. Her features were refined, with a high nose bridge, exuding a shrewd, capable, mature, and composed business aura.

Of course, these are not the most noticeable features.

The most distinctive is Dura Grey's outfit.

She wore a sophisticated women's blazer, a dark-colored short pleated skirt, a top hat, and a delicate monocle on her right eye, with a gold chain hanging down beside her face, swaying slightly.

Thick black stockings, emblazoned with gold patterns, covered her slightly fleshy, healthy thighs, which extended all the way to her ankles and were hidden inside her high heels along with the black ice cream.

If Roland were present at this moment, she would surely exclaim in surprise, "Capitalists are alive today!"

If this outfit were on Earth, it would definitely be the kind that would be hung high in the sky, never to set.

Secretary Sissia looked at her young mistress. Although she was slightly shorter than the average gray dwarf, she was over fifty years old, had strong business acumen, and was already capable of handling family affairs on her own.

Under Miss Dura's leadership, all of the family's businesses are thriving and flourishing.

As the secretary who witnessed the rise of Miss Durra, Sissia couldn't help but smile with admiration.

"Young lady, today at the Adventurers' Guild I encountered a very special low-level succubus who would be perfect to take over the mess at the 'Rotating Golden Sparrow' tavern."

"This is her intelligence data. I recorded it before I came. Please take a look."

Sissia walked to the desk and handed the miniature notebook to Dura Greygold.

Dura Grey Gold took it, but instead of opening it immediately, she frowned.

"A lowly succubus?"

"Sissia, how could you choose a lowly succubus?"

"They'll just mess everything up, especially the pub industry. This place will absolutely become a shameless den of promiscuity."

Sissia quickly explained.

"This time is different, young lady."

"This succubus is a bit special. She is very cultured and must have received a good education. Her temperament is even somewhat... dignified and elegant."

Sissia's tone was tinged with disbelief as she patted her chest and assured them.

"Young Miss, I can guarantee that this information is true."

"I walked with this succubus named Laura all the way, and I couldn't smell a trace of heather, only the fresh scent of citrus, like that of a virgin."

"The key is that she comes from out of town and has no roots in Black Iron City, making her easy to manage. As a talent reserve for the family, she is very worthwhile."

Upon hearing this, Dura Grey Gold finally showed a hint of interest, opened the notebook containing information about Roland, and placed it on her black-stockinged thighs to read through it.

The notebook contained detailed information, including Roland's job search direction, her words and actions, and the skills and expertise she revealed during the process.

"Alchemy, management, cooking... he seems to have mastered some basics, so he could barely be considered a talent."

Seeing that Dura had given in, Secretary Sissia fawned over her.

"Yes, Miss."

"Even if we sell this tavern at a discount, it won't make up for the money the goblin merchant owes us. We might as well let this succubus try to run it."

"If things improve, it would be a win-win situation, cultivating talent for the family!"

Dura chuckled and flicked Secretary Sissia's forehead, saying helplessly.

"Sissia, I have never blamed you for the goblin merchants' bad loans."

"Ultimately, the reason the goblin went bankrupt was the great rift in the west. It was the trade in the surface world that disrupted the market, ruined his business, and ultimately led to his inability to repay his loans."

"You did nothing wrong in this, and you don't need to try to make amends. If I were in your shoes, I would have lent money to the goblin merchant as well."

Secretary Sissia lowered her head meekly, not daring to look at Durra's gentle expression.

"I'm sorry, I just... wanted to help you recover some of your losses."

"Alright, alright."

Du La stood up, smoothed out the slight wrinkles on her pleated skirt, stomped her high heels, and walked outside.

"Anyway, these run-down taverns in the lower city aren't worth much. Like you said, they wouldn't be worth much even if sold at a discount."

"Why don't you let the succubus you chose give it a try? I won't ask for too much in return. As long as nothing goes wrong, I'll give you credit for it."

Sissia watched Durra's retreating figure with emotion, her eyes slightly red.

She stood there stunned for several seconds before she reacted, took a step forward, and called out to Dura.

"Thank you, Miss!"

"Aww, Miss, you're so kind!"

Dura didn't turn around, but just shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone.

"Don't rush to thank me; I'm only acting out of business interests."

"The succubus race is a real pain. You know how much I hate succubi, especially those low-level succubi with their heads full of lewd garbage."

"If she causes trouble, the responsibility will fall on your shoulders."

The stairs weren't long; in the time it took Durra and Cecilia to exchange a few words, they arrived near the bar and officially met Roland, who was sipping her drink.

Upon seeing the person in charge arrive, Roland immediately put down her wine glass and politely bowed.

"My esteemed Miss Grey Gold, it is an honor to meet you."

"My name is Laura, and I hope to find a job under your supervision to make a living... Holy crap?!"

As soon as Roland raised her head, her big eyes widened in surprise.

Holy crap?

This outfit of Miss Dura Grey Gold is that of a pure capitalist!

Can you really make money working under someone like that?

Should I look for a rope to hang people on and a street lamp at a suitable height in advance?

When Dura saw Roland for the first time, she also showed a surprised expression.

The reason is simple: Roland's appearance is truly outstanding, exuding a captivating charm while maintaining a dignified elegance that contrasts sharply with her allure.

Like a battle-hardened, innocent succubus, she automatically regains her virginity after midnight.

Dura's surprise lasted only a moment. When she saw Roland's prominent breasts, her expression returned to a faint look of disdain and contempt.

Sure enough, the succubus couldn't resist eating penises; with such a terrifying figure, she's probably caused quite a few harms.

My mother was harmed by such a succubus. She lost her husband at a young age and had to raise herself alone.

Ugh, how annoying.

Dura's eyes turned cold. She raised her chin and began to circle around Roland, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

"You're the succubus Cecilia recommended, your name is... Miss Laura, right?"

"Yes, Miss Gray Gold~"

"Hmm... you have good manners and a refined air. Where are you from?"

It would have been better if Dura hadn't asked that question, because it almost triggered Roland's underlying code, and she subconsciously replied.

"This humble monk comes from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East... Oh no, I'm from out of town. I can't make a living here, so I came to Black Iron City to try and earn a living."

To ease the awkwardness, Roland forced a pitiful expression.

Dura, however, was completely unmoved by Roland's attempts to be cute, her eyes filled with even more disdain and contempt.

She stood on tiptoe, raised her small hand, and barely managed to lift Roland's chin with a folding fan, squinting her eyes as she spoke coldly.

"lie."

Do you think I'm easy to fool?

"Your manners... you must have learned them from the elves, right?"