Chapter 426
The Market That Was Brutally Invaded
The Church of Vulcan's current trading focus is still in the upper city, so Roland, who lives in the lower city, has not gathered any information.
Hearing Du La say this, she realized that the Gray Gold family was currently facing a very serious situation.
The goods transported by the Church of Vulcan were undoubtedly uncontaminated products from the surface world, of far superior quality to those from the Dark Underworld.
"How did the Church of Vulcan manage to transport so many goods here?"
Roland looked at Dura with a puzzled expression.
Dura seemed to have thought of something, her expression turned serious, and she also looked puzzled.
she replied.
"They opened up a direct trade route and annihilated all the monsters along the way."
"I don't know why, but the beastmen of the Church of Vulcan are often much stronger in combat than superhumans of the same level. It's as if they've been injected with chicken blood."
After speaking, Dura glanced at Roland, seemingly trying to glean some information from this "native of the surface world."
Roland immediately thought of something.
Crystallized divine power.
It's a special product of the Church of the Fire God, a crystallization of divine power that everyone can use.
She learned this information from the cat MaiMai.
Cat MaiMai is a traitor from the Church of Vulcan who defected to the Roland Group with a ship full of folding beast girls. Later, she went into hiding and became Roland's head of secret service, helping Roland handle many bloody tasks.
Roland said vaguely.
"It's probably related to the deities of the Church of Vulcan. These days, technology is advancing so rapidly that I'm not surprised by anything that happens."
The clever Durra immediately thought of faith technology.
Even if she had thought of it, there was nothing she could do.
The Church of Vulcan's move into Black Iron City is a foregone conclusion, and the Gray Gold Family, as a low-ranking family, has no power to stop it.
After a long silence, Roland continued to ask questions.
"Young Miss, what exactly is that strange agricultural technology that the Church of Vulcan brought?"
"Well, actually, I also have a question I'd like to ask you about that."
Dura took out a stack of intelligence documents from her spatial ring, most of which were collected by spies from the Gray Gold Family.
After observing carefully for a long time, Roland discovered that the Church of Vulcan had figured out the breeding technology and sent a team of priests skilled in natural magic to the underground to carry out magical mutation breeding.
They also developed a blue-gray wheat variety suitable for dark underground environments, which absorbs dark elements to accelerate growth, and its products have gained widespread recognition.
Finding a fresh, fermented wheat bread in the dark depths of the earth is no easy feat.
Of course, the most popular dishes are the high-quality wheat imported from the surface world, which makes for soft white bread and tomato stew, both of which are excellent in taste and texture.
Roland's fingers, which were holding the document, slid gently across the paper, caressing it.
"No wonder there have been fewer local noble patrons at the tavern lately. It turns out the Church of Vulcan has also been investing heavily in agriculture, which is of great significance to Black Iron City..."
"Not bad," Dura praised. "You've also seen the significance, so do you understand the principles behind this agricultural technology?"
She knows, but she still can't say it.
Revealing my identity would expose my secret.
Roland shook her head, feigning confusion.
Dula had expected this answer, but she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. She leaned back on the sofa and looked out the window with a helpless expression.
"Sigh, with the Church of Vulcan's actions, business has become even more difficult. I don't know what the council was thinking, actually voting to approve their application to move in. This is tantamount to letting a wolf into the house."
Roland remained silent.
Everyone understands the principle, but when faced with profit, people can't help but be tempted by greed.
The Church of Vulcan has high-quality goods, trade channels, agricultural technology, and a special product called Divine Power Crystals, making it hard for other families not to be tempted.
At that moment, Durra suddenly glanced at Roland.
That gaze was filled with an opportunistic mood, like someone about to buy a scratch-off lottery ticket, or a bizarre boss about to issue unrealistic orders.
"Hey, Laura, do you have any way to make the Grey Gold Family's businesses compete with the Church of Vulcan?"
Upon hearing this, Roland's beautiful eyes widened, and she pointed at herself.
"I?"
"Young lady, you expect me, a tavern owner, to advise you on your business?"
To everyone's surprise, Durla actually nodded seriously.
"Um."
"Although you, this succubus, are not proper, always wiggling your butt and flaunting your charms, and you also like to spout some twisted logic..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Roland raised her hand to stop Dura, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Are you praising me or making fun of me?"
Dura wasn't annoyed at being interrupted; she just reluctantly turned her head away.
"In short, the Spinning Sparrow is doing very well, and I still recognize your business acumen. If you have any ideas, please be sure to tell me."
"You might be able to help the family and reverse the decline in market competition. I will reward you for that."
It was rare to see Dura's attitude soften, so Roland's eyebrows arched unconsciously, her lips curved into a subtle smile, and she tilted her head to look at Dura.
Her expression resembled a funny meme, which was a bit infuriating and even a little irritating.
Less than ten seconds later, Dura glared at Roland with annoyance.
"What's with that expression? If you have any ideas, just say them. Helping the family through this crisis will also benefit you."
Helping the Gray Gold family would certainly benefit Roland. Roland is now equivalent to two-thirds of the Goddess of Wealth, and the Gray Gold family is an excellent base for producing faith.
Kloran was completely clueless about the Grey Gold industry and couldn't offer any effective reform suggestions.
Dura realized she had acted too hastily. After thinking for a moment, she took out a badge engraved with gray-gold patterns from her body and threw it into Roland's arms.
Roland squeezed the badge in her hand; it still carried the warmth of Durra's body and emitted a faint fragrance.
Dura then explained.
"This is my personal emblem. You can use it to enter and exit various businesses under the Gray Gold family without worrying about your succubus identity."
"When you have free time, go and inspect it more often. If you can come up with a good idea, just activate the Wealth Imprint and come to me."
Roland raised an eyebrow.
Oh my god, so it's actually a family head's token. This capitalist little girl is really going all out.
After handing the token to Roland, Dura didn't linger. She stood up from the sofa, put her small, black-stockinged feet back into her high heels, and said goodbye to Roland.
Roland didn't try to persuade her to stay.
She knew that Dura had many business challenges to face. The problems brought by the Church of Vulcan were not limited to market competition, but also included many defaults and last-minute changes to trade orders, all of which Dura had to handle personally.
She simply escorted Dura to the door, silently watching the silver-haired, aloof loli, sway her somewhat weary back as she boarded the carriage and disappeared around the corner of the lower city streets.
Roland returned to the tavern, and amidst the enthusiastic greetings of the succubus waitress, she walked up the stairs and into her office.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she tossed the gray-gold badge in her hand.
The badge flipped in mid-air like a coin, refracting the warm light of the magic lamp at a constant frequency, before falling back into the center of Roland's palm.
She doesn't have time to inspect the industry right now.
Because there is another troublesome matter that I urgently need to deal with, and it concerns the Kingdom of Wealth.