Chương 411: I'm sorry, I'm going to control you.

Dura's idea was destined to fail.

Princess Elizabeth III is a little devil, not an idiot.

When he forcibly obtained the stable potion formula with a ring of gold coins, he naturally signed a confidentiality agreement with Roland, which was also directly linked to the steel brand on his back.

It's of guaranteed quality, sturdy and robust.

The Stabilizing Potion is fine for Roland and the Roland Group to produce and use themselves, but it must never be exposed to any third party other than the Iron Church, so as not to affect the two companies' monopoly interests in the market.

Fortunately, Durla herself didn't have high hopes.

Rather, it would be strange if Roland, as a potion maker assisting in production, did not sign a confidential magical contract.

After Roland expressed her inability to help, Durra's expression did not change at all. Instead, she walked around the secret greenhouse, curiously examining the cultivation boxes on the shelves.

She reached out to the nearest cultivation box, where the thriving pink king oyster mushrooms were damp and felt slightly cool to the touch.

Roland followed closely behind Dura, just like a local staff member accompanying a leader on an inspection tour.

About two minutes later, Dura spoke.

"Don't be nervous. It doesn't matter if you don't have the potion recipe. Your ability is the greatest value."

"The Gray Gold Family has also been collecting rare and precious materials recently. I guarantee that within three months, we will have prepared all the materials you need for recovery."

Upon hearing this, Roland revealed her first genuine, radiant smile of the day.

"Thank you so much! Shall we head back to the office now and sign the employment contract?"

"Please calm down, Miss Laura."

Dura grabbed Roland's wrist.

Roland was pulled back by Dura and cast a questioning look at her.

"Young Miss, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's just that since you're going to join the Gray Gold family, and I'm preparing to entrust you with important responsibilities, there are some things that must be discussed openly."

Dura sighed.

"Although this may dampen your enthusiasm for work, I still have to say it—our Gray Gold family is actually on the verge of collapse."

"ha?"

Roland was startled, her eyebrows raised high as she looked down at Dura in disbelief.

Wasn't the Gray Gold family thriving? How come they're barely surviving now? Are they practicing face-changing techniques?

"Young Miss, are you joking?"

No.

Dura shook her head, suppressing her subconscious aversion to the succubus. She opened her small hand and placed it in Roland's palm, her fingers threading through Roland's fingers, their ten fingers intertwined and gripping tightly.

The two exchanged body heat. The gray dwarf, who lived in the dark underground year-round, had skin that was slightly cooler than that of the succubus.

Taking advantage of Roland's momentary daze, Dura said with a smile.

"In fact, we face many crises, a lot of them."

"It's not just the trade disruption caused by the large crack in the steel core, but also the commercial competition from the demon race."

"Not long before arriving at the Spinning Sparrow, I also made a huge deal with a greedy ancient man, which made the family's already collapsing financial chain even worse. I am really glad that you have pledged your loyalty to me in such a critical moment."

Roland couldn't figure out the gray dwarf lady's ways, so she could only awkwardly agree.

"Hahaha, I'm happy too..."

"The Gray Gold family's businesses have been operating smoothly all along, so it's really strange that they're suddenly saying their financial chain has collapsed."

"Is it strange?"

Dura and Roland's intertwined fingers tightened slightly, and the gold coins at their waists quietly lit up.

To cover up the noise, she shook her head to distract Roland.

"It's not strange at all, because more than half of our family's gold coin savings are used to maintain the existence of the God of Wealth."

"Only by constantly burning gold coins can we, the last believers in wealth, safeguard the only legacy left to us by the goddess."

Roland suddenly realized.

Oh, that's not surprising.

Half of the gold coins are saved up, which is equivalent to sending all the cash flow to the goddess of wealth's kingdom.

No wonder their financial chain collapsed.

Wait, something seems off.

Roland's pupils suddenly dilated.

What the hell is this God of Wealth? Isn't Black Iron City the territory of the God of Overseers?

So you're heretics!

Roland realized what was happening and suddenly tried to break free from Dura's tight grip on her arm.

But several breaths had already passed, and it was all too late.

The gold coins hanging from Dura's waist shone brightly, and a strand of golden power burst forth from them, flowing through Dura's shoulders and arms, through their entangled hands, and all the way to Roland.

Roland, who had once wrestled with the goddess of night, Vina, quickly recognized the true nature of the golden thread.

This is the power of divine magic.

But didn't the Goddess of Wealth kick the bucket and stick out her tongue long ago?

Could it be because of the divine kingdom that Dura mentioned that the divine magic system has been preserved?

Roland tried to struggle, but the entangled golden threads completely froze her magic. She was no match for Dura with her physical strength alone, and could only maintain the position of interlocking fingers, obediently standing in place as punishment.

Seeing this, Secretary Sissia's gaze lingered briefly on the two people's entangled hands before she silently retreated to the door of the secret greenhouse.

Simply stepping back to the door wasn't enough; Secretary Sissia turned around and gently placed her hand on the door.

She lowered her head, and a short, suppressed prayer came from her mouth. The surrounding space rippled slightly, and a pale golden ripple spread out from her palm, sealing off the entire space of the secret greenhouse.

Another complete divine spell!

Roland's face turned even paler.

Secretary Sissia waited for the golden ripples to completely subside before letting go of the door panel and breathing a sigh of relief.

This divine barrier was mainly to prevent the experts of the Overseer Church from spying on us, and also to prevent Roland from escaping.

After all, not everyone is willing to be branded.

Especially Roland, a former member of the Iron Church.

Secretary Sissia felt a pang of guilt as she thought of the help Roland had given her, and turned back to Roland's side.

She moved a stool from the corner of the greenhouse, stood up with a "heave-ho," took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Roland's forehead, and said softly.

"Boss Laura, we won't hurt you, we just want to brand you with a mark of wealth as a guarantee of loyalty."

"We had no other choice but to do this. Our family was already in a precarious situation, and our wealth kingdom was teetering on the brink of collapse."

"Just three hours ago, the secret of our faith in the Goddess of Wealth was somehow discovered by that ancient succubus. We don't know what she's planning, or whether she'll make our faith public."

"And you happen to be a succubus... We can't take any more risks."

Secretary Sissia kept rambling on and on.

Dura gripped Roland's hands tightly, focusing intently on perfecting the sealing spell. A hint of apology flashed in her eyes as she looked at Roland through her monocle.

She offered a soft word of comfort.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

Roland wanted to cry but had no tears.

He had only applied for a job when things were going his way, so how did he end up in the den of the Church of the Dead?

Am I destined to be with these damn goddesses?