You'll always find a way if you try.

Roland tried again in front of the Moon Maid, but still couldn't fasten it, so she shrugged.

"I tried my best, but the bust size was just too small."

"I said, how about we change into something else?"

As Roland spoke, she puffed out her chest, making the hollowed-out area in the center of her cleavage even more prominent, revealing her powerful persuasiveness.

The maid's eyebrows twitched as she looked down, her gaze falling on her chest.

The land stretches as far as the eye can see, a vast and flat plain.

It's flat, very flat.

Compared to Roland, even with her good manners, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed and angry.

"Miss Roland, changing clothes is impossible."

"The materials of the elven bishop's robe you are wearing were all rushed from the Elven Forest, and it is impossible to make another set in a short time."

Roland was speechless.

How could it be transported from such a long distance, like the Fairy Forest?

It's likely that they were escorted by superhumans throughout the journey, or that an extremely expensive directional teleportation array was used.

Good heavens...

Thranduil truly lives up to his reputation as a top-tier player; his wealth is simply inhuman.

Roland sighed inwardly, but faced with the current difficulties, she had no choice but to make the suggestion.

"Miss Yue, how about we use local materials from our empire to quickly replicate one? The effect should be about the same..."

"Absolutely not." The Moon Maid was resolute, her chin slightly raised. "Only the bishop's robes produced in the Elf Forest are genuine; the others are all crude and low-end knockoffs."

"If you're going to wear anything, wear the most authentic and fine clothes; you must not lose the taste of an elven noble."

Roland almost forgot that these white elf gentlemen were the most particular and staunch supporters of the official version.

If we weren't on good terms, I probably would have been cursed out as a country bumpkin the moment I suggested making a copy.

"What should we do then?"

Roland reached down and placed her hand under her large breasts, lifting them up and down.

"Then how about we just make do with this? Anyway, the white silk lining covers everything up completely, so it's not really revealing."

"No!"

The Moon Maid refused even faster than before, pointing to the unbuttonable lace at Roland's chest, a blush flashing across her pretty face.

"Walking out like that, what's the difference between that and seducing someone?"

"Leaving a hole on purpose is like...like it was specially prepared for use..."

The moon maid couldn't continue speaking.

As a seasoned veteran, Roland naturally knew what the Moon Maid meant, and blushed as she put her hands on her hips and retorted.

"This won't work, that won't work, what should we do?"

"Since it's such an important piece of clothing, couldn't you have asked me to take your measurements beforehand? It's not a difficult thing, please put in a little more effort!"

Actually, Roland misunderstood.

Thranduil was not indifferent.

Instead, they wanted to surprise Roland, so they had the elven magic tailor visually estimate Roland's size.

Magical tailors are usually extraordinary individuals with excellent eyesight, and can generally determine the accurate size by visual estimation.

Unfortunately, the slender branches of the orchid bore abundant fruit, and two plump white rabbits grew from its slender waist upwards.

Among the white elves, you can't find many with the figure of a wooden pillar fairy, from top to bottom.

When the magic tailor was designing the allowance, she thought she had miscalculated the data and subtracted a few centimeters according to the elves' habits.

This is why Roland couldn't button up her shirt.

After the Moon Maid explained it to her, Roland suddenly understood and slapped her palm.

"So it really is your problem."

"Sigh, white elves~ plain white elves, as flat as a plain."

"Not even a small hill, I mean not even a small mound, just a flat plain."

Roland gestured vividly with her hand in front of her chest.

Because the Moon Maid had been behaving more gently lately, Roland felt less reserved and started joking with her like a friend.

The Moon Maid almost laughed out of anger upon hearing this.

She stared at the swaying waves of Roland's breasts, her ears perking up in anger, her eyes narrowing into slits with ill intent.

"Miss Roland, there is still a way."

"Anything from the Elf Forest is bound to be of the highest quality. The fabric of this garment comes from Wood Spirit Silkworms, and it is incredibly elastic and resilient."

"A mere few centimeters is like water in a sponge; you can always squeeze some out!"

As Roland looked at the Moon Maid with her eyes narrowed, a sense of foreboding washed over her, and she backed away while clutching her chest.

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

"Of course, I'll help you button up your clothes."

The Moon Maid raised her hand and waved it, and a powerful mage's hand blocked Roland's path.

Before Roland could react, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed the buttons on both sides, and forcefully pulled the fabric towards the center.

Roland felt a tightness in her chest, as if pressure was coming from all directions. It was as if Roland's milk products were about to be squeezed out alive, and her face changed drastically.

"No, please don't do this, Miss Yue!"

"A forced melon isn't sweet! Stop squeezing! I...I...I can't breathe!"

The maid, trying to appear calm, forcefully pulled up two buttons, inevitably touching Roland's soft skin.

Her nose twitched as she sensed a subtle milky fragrance wafting into it, causing her to momentarily lose her composure and gasp slightly.

This Roland is truly a rare beauty.

After some effort, the pair of gold buttons on Roland's chest were finally fastened together.

"Phew... I've accomplished my mission."

The moon maid let out a long breath, a thin layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

As a quasi-saint level expert, she naturally wouldn't be sweating from exhaustion; this was purely due to being in a rush.

As Thranduil's royal tutor and maid, she should have set an example by staying away from bad temptations.

But Roland really has a charm that appeals to both men and women. If she lingers a little longer, she really won't be able to resist taking the opportunity to touch her plump, mature breasts.

"Miss Roland, don't just stand there. The promotion ceremony is about to begin. Please get out of the car with me."

Roland was still pressed against the wall of the carriage, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed.

Upon hearing the Moon Maid speak, Roland glared at her resentfully.

"You wicked woman, your actions are so rude."

That glare exuded charm and allure, like a coquettish little woman.

"Ahem." The Moon Maid cleared her throat, adopting a serious demeanor. "Miss Roland, I'm just working."

"The matter of attire is of utmost importance. The promotion ceremony represents the face of the White Elf royal family, and there must be no mistakes."

"I only offended you because I had no other choice."

Roland pouted.

"You're lying, I feel like you've been secretly taking advantage of me the whole time."

After saying that, she didn't give the Moon Maid a chance to explain. She ran off the Magic Carriage first, her fluffy tail tucked between her legs, leaving only a citrus-scented breeze beside the Moon Maid.

Moon Maid watched Roland's retreating figure, staring blankly for several seconds before covering her mouth and chuckling softly.

This smile wasn't a polite one, but a genuine laugh from the heart after playing around with friends, brimming with the vitality that the white elf lacked.

……

Not long after Roland alighted from the carriage, Moon Maid also stepped down, lifting her skirt.

With her long legs, each step she took was equivalent to one and a half steps for Roland, and she quickly caught up with Roland.

"Miss Roland, the cathedral in the Land Walk District is the size of three New Sprout Streets. Let me show you the way."

As a straight man, Roland was now curiously observing his new surroundings, having long forgotten the awkwardness of the carriage.

The surrounding environment was clean, spacious, and magnificent.

The entire square is paved with white patterned tiles, surrounded by numerous green belts, artificial streams and rivers, and various church sculptures.

In the middle stands a magnificent statue of a god of light.

It is a perfect blend of ecological aesthetics and classical religious architecture; just one look at it makes you feel like you should pay the 50 yuan entrance fee.

Roland has always been drawn to spectacular large-scale architectural complexes; when playing "Time Compressor 6" on Earth, she particularly enjoyed building wonders.

She clapped her hands and answered cheerfully.

"Yoshi, you're such a good citizen, Yue."

"You show me the way, I want to take photos and check in."