Chương 378: Starting Tomorrow I'll Be a Boss

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

Dura's voice was cold, but it didn't seem oppressive to Roland.

Because Durra was so short, she had to stand on her tiptoes and use a folding fan to elongate her head so she could lift her chin.

Roland felt that the race of gray dwarves should actually be called gray short people.

Because of their short stature, their limbs will also shrink proportionally, turning them into tiny little creatures with short arms and legs.

Durla is a typical example.

However, this very feature makes Dura's black-stockinged thighs appear plump and healthy, giving her a mature and sexy look even though she is less than 1. 2 meters tall.

"Succubus, I'm asking you a question, what are you daydreaming about?"

Dura Grey looked at Roland with displeasure.

Roland snapped out of her daze.

"In reply to your question, young lady, I did indeed study elven etiquette."

"Why should a lowly succubus like you learn the etiquette of long-eared creatures?"

"Because mastering elven etiquette can create a sense of contrast, effectively increasing the success rate of seducing someone."

Roland explained with an air of self-righteousness.

"A seemingly aloof and gentle girl, but in private, she is a charming and alluring woman—many people are interested in this kind of persona."

Miss Durra and Secretary Cecilia both fell silent, looking at Roland with strange expressions.

After a long pause, Secretary Sissia sighed.

"As expected of a succubus capable of growing large breasts, I admire her market acumen and innovative thinking."

Dura spat lightly.

"Succubus tricks, so typical of your kind."

"However, there's one point I agree with."

Dura walked around Roland a few steps, reaching out to pat Roland's shoulder, but finding she couldn't reach it, she ended up slapping Roland's thigh instead.

She said, a slight smile curving her lips.

"Those long-eared court etiquette rules should indeed be used for lewd things that seduce people."

Roland looked down and saw the upturned corners of Dura's mouth, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Why do elves and dwarves always seem to get along so badly in Western fantasy works?

Is it a unique form of hostility between the superior and the inferior?

Roland thought to herself, then realized something was wrong.

Because Du La's little hand, which was resting on her lap, never moved away; instead, it rubbed back and forth against the surface of her stockings.

The adventurer's outfit she was wearing was paired with cheap matte black stockings of very poor quality.

As Durra rubbed her palms together, she made a clear "rustling" sound, which made Roland blush slightly.

"Um, Miss... what are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Without even glancing at Roland, Dura channeled her magic into her palm, unleashing a delicate perception spell that swept across Roland's body.

Roland felt a chill run down her spine.

Fortunately, she was eroded by the spatial turbulence, losing eight or nine tenths of her magic power, and is now just a novice superhuman at the apprentice level.

As expected, the wariness on Dura's face completely disappeared. She removed her hand from Roland's thigh and then disgustedly took out a handkerchief to wipe it.

After wiping the unpleasant succubus scent off her palms, Durra looked at Roland.

"Hmm... Apprentice-level magic power, nothing special."

"Even if their identities are unclear, they won't cause any trouble."

Dula arrogantly flicked her folding fan and spoke leisurely.

"Lola, you lowly succubus, Cecilia has already reported your work ability to me. You can barely be considered a talent."

"This [Rotating Golden Sparrow Tavern] is now in your hands. Don't let Sissia down for her recommendation."

Roland was taken aback.

"Managing a tavern?"

"Didn't I come here to work as a hostess?"

"A hostess?"

Dura raised an eyebrow and looked at Secretary Sissia with a questioning gaze.

"Sissia, what did you say to this succubus?"

"Hahaha..." Secretary Sissia spread her hands, "Miss, there aren't many low-level succubi in Black Iron City who can hold high-ranking positions."

"If I had told the truth before, I'm afraid I would have been mistaken for a human trafficker."

After Secretary Sissia finished speaking, she turned to face Roland and slightly raised her chin.

"Miss Laura, you're surprised and touched, aren't you?"

"You are about to become the new manager of a tavern, not a waitress who is bossed around and forced to smile obsequiously."

"This is a career starting point that even low-level succubi wouldn't dare to dream of. Hurry up and thank Miss Durra!"

As she spoke, she winked at Roland.

Roland was a smart woman, and immediately bowed to thank Dura.

"Thank you for your trust, young lady."

However, Laura forgot about Dura's height and position.

As she bent over, her large breasts slammed directly onto Dura's top hat, first knocking it off, and then landing squarely on Dura's head.

Dura's face turned green. She felt a heaviness on her neck as the succubus's fragrance rushed into her nostrils.

She took several steps back before breaking free from the soft pressure and glared at Roland.

"You wanton succubus, are you trying to seduce me?!"

"No, Miss Durra, I just wanted to thank you."

Roland awkwardly picked up the top hat and put it on Dura Grey, who didn't have one.

"I'm sorry, Miss."

"Please guide me from now on; I'll be working for you for a living."

……

Dura Grey Gold boarded the magic carriage in a huff and left the "Rotating Goldfinch" tavern.

Before leaving, Durra Greygold glanced at Roland standing behind the bar through the large glass window of the tavern's exterior wall.

Roland was already standing behind the bar, having changed into a temporary tavern waitress outfit.

It's called a waitress outfit, but it's actually just a short version of a maid's outfit.

Of course, the clothes in the lower district were not well made, and the lace on the maid's skirt looked somewhat cheap and flimsy.

Roland rested her chin on her hand, looking bored, and leaned against the bar, her large breasts piled on the tabletop, outlining an amazing curve.

Dura felt a soft touch on her head again, cursed under her breath as a vixen, and tossed a small purse to Sissia.

"Sissia, give these ten gold coins to that lewd succubus."

"The provincial tavern couldn't even last a month, which is a disgrace to our Gray Gold family."

"Also, tell her to serve me well. The Gray Gold family never skimps on loyal subordinates."

Secretary Sissia was taken aback. She returned to the Revolving Golden Sparrow Tavern and stared at Roland, exchanging a few words in a low voice.

She first praised Miss Dussah's great kindness and virtue, then displayed the power of the Grey Gold family before walking out with a smile and boarding the carriage.

As soon as she entered the carriage, Sissia diligently reported to her superior.

"Young lady, Laura the succubus's eyes are green with envy at the sight of gold coins; she's incredibly grateful to you."

Dura pouted, watching Roland excitedly counting her gold coins in the tavern, and a sudden wave of disappointment rose in her heart.

"Hmph, poverty breeds weakness."

"Sissia, I don't know why you have so much confidence in her."

Secretary Sissia chuckled twice.

You can't exactly say that you were so angry about the bad debts that you spent three days in the guild in a panic, and finally chose Roland based on your gut feeling, can you?

Her intuition has always been accurate, saving her from numerous career crises.

Perhaps this time will be the same?

Sissia felt something and looked at the tavern through the car window.

Then, Roland casually blew a kiss in their direction, seemingly trying to flatter them and the young lady, while waving a money pouch in her hand.

Sissia's lips twitched, and she felt a little guilty again.

Dura snorted softly, no longer glancing at the seductive succubus in the tavern, and instructed the coachman to start the carriage and head towards the road leading to the upper city.