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Miss Janna seemed to enjoy ordering Roland around, asking him to add dishes, pour wine, and fetch things from the waiters.

The two sisters were very presumptuous, not even considering that Roland might secretly tamper with things.

Or perhaps, they didn't care.

Indeed, what kind of magic potion could possibly take down an angel?

Well, there actually was one—like the medicines from St. Wilmik Hospital. This place was specifically for treating guests from the Heavenly Kingdom; even demigods had to behave after taking a bunch of their medicine.

The two sisters naturally didn't know about this. Janna even ordered Roland to go outside and find the Holy King's Ambrosia.

The so-called 'finding' meant buying it. This stuff was exclusively supplied to the Holy See, and the Summer Palace, being a property of the Holy See, naturally had it.

So, the adjacent main dining hall had this wine. Just tell the waiter to put it on the bill, and you could get it.

So naturally, it was bought with money.

This bottle of wine cost hundreds of gold pounds!

The Department of Mysteries didn't have that much funding.

But wasn't this kid fond of showing off? Let him spend it!

Just now, when the older sister was rummaging through the serpent ring, her face changed three times: first, shock; then, jealousy; and finally, greed—the money inside seemed to have scared her!

This kid has some assets.

Let him show off and spend himself to death!

Sure enough, when the kid returned from outside with the wine, his face was full of pain. Seeing Roland so unhappy, the two sisters couldn't help but smile gleefully.

Roland was busy running around, being ordered about.

He fetched the Holy King's Ambrosia seven or eight times.

Most of it was drunk by Isabella and Janna, and the remaining two bottles were divided among Roland's colleagues, with Roland not getting a single sip.

Normally, this stuff was meant to be savored; who drinks it like that?

If Roland hadn't paid for it, they certainly wouldn't have drunk it like this.

Looking at the two fellows' blissful expressions as they drank, Roland couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Back on the Queen Victoria, didn't the crew specifically fetch wine? They should drink it often, right?

But why did it feel like they hadn't drunk this kind of wine much?

So... the wines Isabella brought, weren't they all fake, just for show?!

Roland felt like he had accidentally guessed correctly.

Although the Holy Medical Corps was also a Holy Knight Order, its master wasn't the Pope—it was a group of highly-ranked mercenaries.

Or rather, border troops.

They were different from those Holy Knight gentlemen who sat in the church all day long; they didn't have many opportunities to enjoy themselves usually.

Moreover, the Holy King's Ambrosia was a luxury item; how much quota could they have?

In addition, Isabella seemed to have been exiled here this time, and the headquarters had almost been sidelined by the Holy See, so the things she brought were indeed very limited.

If she didn't have a small private treasury, she wouldn't even be able to put on a good front for this trip.

So, the wines on the ship were probably fake, or they had never been opened, just repeatedly used for show!

Roland secretly complained: 'I'm really impressed; a hundred gold pounds is only 4 gold coins, how stingy are you?!'

When the two sisters maliciously asked Roland to fetch wine again, Roland said he had no money and demanded the serpent ring.

Of course, he had money; the paper money in his pocket alone was worth over a thousand gold pounds, let alone the money he had paid at the hotel front desk for a year, he had plenty of money in his account.

He was deliberately pretending to be poor; besides, he was a little afraid of letting them drink any more.

This wine was originally intoxicating, something that allowed the big shots of the Holy See to experience the joy of being drunk... If the two of them drank too much and fell asleep early, something would go wrong.

Even if they didn't discover anything unusual, falling into a very, very deep sleep would be a problem—how could they interrogate for information if they were dead asleep?

So, Roland deliberately asked for the serpent ring—he was sure Isabella wouldn't give him money.

On Isabella's side, of course, she knew there was indeed a lot of money in the serpent ring!

Let alone buying ten bottles of wine, even buying the Summer Palace... might not be enough, but it could buy a third of it!

Isabella could completely take out some for Roland to use, but she was unwilling.

After all, these things had to be turned over to the public.

The Department of Mysteries naturally couldn't take good care of so much property, so the money was all Isabella's.

Therefore, Roland spending the money in the serpent ring was spending her money. She was naturally unwilling.

Isabella waved her hand and said somewhat disappointedly, "Alright, let's call it a day."

This guy usually puts on a stern face, but now he's become a bit unrestrained. She was clearly already drunk.

After finishing the last few glasses of wine, Isabella stood up and actually staggered, almost falling.

Janna was the same.

The two nearby nuns hurriedly came over to support their two superiors.

Seeing this scene, Roland's heart skipped a beat. He carefully observed the two of their complexions, worried that they would discover something unusual.

As a result, Isabella pointed at Roland and slurred, "Go to this kid's room, I, I want to see, what kind of suite he's living in..."

Janna also chimed in, "Right, right, still, still living here, how much funding is, is that wasting!"

Thinking of this, the two sisters gnashed their teeth a little.

We're so poor, struggling to save money and scrounging free buffets.

But this kid drives luxury cars, lives in a big mansion, and even has a bunch of maids serving him!

Isabella didn't think Roland was spending his own money; she thought Roland was spending her funding!

So she was very angry.

Janna was also very angry; she didn't quite understand, but she was jealous.

Roland pretended to look troubled and led the way.

His colleagues also went along, but they weren't planning to go and help their boss teach Roland a lesson; they were planning to go and put in a good word and cover for him.

These guys were loyal enough; although it was their first meeting, they had been treated well today, so while chatting idly while waiting for the elevator, they deliberately and unintentionally spoke well of Roland.

As a result, Isabella became even angrier after hearing it. She found an excuse and told the group to get lost.

The group gave Roland a helpless expression; only two nuns and Diana stayed behind.

Although the two superiors were walking a bit crookedly, they were still okay. The subordinates also didn't think Roland had the ability to do anything to them, but they were used to being served, so the nuns habitually stayed behind.

Soon, the elevator arrived.

Looking at the floors in the elevator, Roland revealed a strange expression—it didn't even have his floor.

The attendant at the elevator door saw the passengers standing there in a daze and politely came over to ask.

Roland handed his room card to the attendant; after looking at it, the attendant respectfully said, "Sir, your room cannot be reached by this elevator; please follow me."

The group followed the attendant to an area with almost no guests. When passing through an art gallery in the middle, Isabella revealed a strange expression.

The Summer Palace was a property of the Church; the nature of the servants and the monastery volunteers here was the same, except that there was revenue here, so they would be paid a salary.

There were some areas within the Summer Palace that were not often open to the public.

This was one of them.

On the way, you could see some monks from the Wilmik Sanctuary stationed at the Summer Palace managing the murals in the art gallery.

When there were no rooms available at the monastery, people from the Holy See on business trips could usually stay here for free.

Soon, the group arrived at a very old elevator; there was even a monk sitting inside on duty.

After seeing the attendant bringing people over, the monk sitting in the elevator raised his eyelids and extended his hand, looking arrogant.

The attendant respectfully handed Roland's things to the monk. After looking at it, the monk hurriedly moved his chair out of the elevator and respectfully invited everyone into the elevator.

The attendant sent everyone to the elevator door; he didn't seem to be able to go upstairs.

There was actually a sanctuary restriction in this elevator; it had to be operated by a designated person to reach different floors.

The five people boarded the elevator with strange expressions. Halfway there, Roland asked the monk curiously why his room required this elevator.

The monk opened his mouth and pointed to the inside of his mouth—he had no tongue.

Soon, the elevator reached the top floor. The monk humbly invited everyone out of the elevator and then closed the door and went downstairs.

After entering this floor, everyone was dumbfounded.

Roland was also stunned.

The decoration and layout of this floor didn't seem like it was worth 6 gold pounds a night.

6 gold pounds a night was indeed very expensive; if directly converted, it was equivalent to 7,000-8,000 RMB a night—of course, there was a big difference in productivity here; the prices of some things could be calculated the same as in modern times, while the prices of some things might be higher or lower; it couldn't be calculated using modern standards.

Therefore, this 1:1200 conversion between gold pounds and RMB could only be used as a reference.

6 gold pounds a night was equivalent to staying in a nice luxury hotel in Dubai for a night.

Of course, this wasn't the best room in Dubai, nor was it the best suite in the Summer Palace.

The current floor was clearly not something you could stay in for a night for 6 gold pounds.

Roland specifically took out the things the front desk gave him from his pocket to confirm that the floor was correct. So he continued to lead the way.

After a while, everyone discovered a problem.

There didn't seem to be any real corridors here; they were all kinds of halls, large hot spring bathrooms, rooms, viewing platforms, etc.

And there were no room numbers.

Soon, the group arrived at a place that looked a bit like a small square, with a small pool with an angel statue in the middle, but there were several exquisite small doors on the edge.

Janna curiously opened a door and then froze in place.

Inside that door, there was a place that looked like a heated brick bed. In the middle of the heated brick bed was a small hole, the edges of which were lined with luxurious plush. And in the small room, there were also some silk cloths—toilet paper.

This was a toilet.

This 'exquisite and luxurious little square' was a freaking toilet!

Those small rooms were squat toilets, and the small fountain in the middle was a sink!

Jenna looked back at her sister with considerable doubt, and said with a strange expression, "Why is there a public toilet?"

Isabella, who was considered well-informed, was also a little confused. She said with a strange expression, "It shouldn't be a public toilet."

Roland looked blankly at what the front desk had given him, and finally understood what was going on.

There was only the floor number, not the room number—this entire floor was Roland's room!

What the front desk had given him was not a room, nor a suite.

They had given him a palace!

Roland didn't dare to say anything, because he wasn't sure if this was real. After all, this 6 gold coins upgrade was a bit too cost-effective.

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He led everyone to a place that should be his room. After opening the door, Roland found it was a bedroom.

To be honest, compared to the various rooms on this floor, this bedroom was not too big.

It was even a bit cramped.

But, generally, the bedrooms where emperors, kings, and the like usually lived wouldn't be very large—because it's easy to hide assassins if it's too big!

Looking at this bedroom, Isabella's stiff face showed an extremely strange expression.

On the way here, she had been bored and had read some magazines, including a travel magazine that talked about two famous tourist attractions—'Henry XIV's' bedroom, and the former Wilmick Palace Museum.

According to the above, many of the things in the Wilmick Palace Museum are actually replicas. After all, the museum is open to the public, so those priceless masterpieces and the like were not placed in the museum by the Church.

However, everyone can still appreciate those masterpieces through magazines and imitations.

Some of the paintings, porcelain, tapestries, and other artworks in this bedroom were exactly the same as what Isabella had seen in the magazine.

Well, that luxurious bed was also exactly the same as in the magazine.

Isabella looked at Roland with red eyes: "How much did you spend for one night here?"

The gaze full of jealousy and murderous intent made Roland's scalp tingle. He said cautiously, "Leader, would you believe me if I said it's 6 gold coins a night here?"

Seeing that Isabella was even more angry after hearing this, Roland quickly explained, "I really didn't spend much money! Maybe it's because the black wizards have been causing trouble recently and there are fewer guests, so the front desk upgraded me!"

Isabella laughed in anger. She looked at Roland and nodded, no longer saying anything.

Are you kidding me?!

6 gold coins, are you kidding me?!

Isabella exhausted her thoughts and felt that it would probably cost hundreds of gold coins to stay here for one night—of course, with so many precious works of art here, the deposit must also be an astronomical figure.

The number she was thinking of was indeed very large.

Because converted to RMB, it is equivalent to hundreds of thousands a night.

A room costing hundreds of thousands a night should be the most luxurious, right?

She still lacked some understanding of the Church's affairs.

The Summer Palace is nominally open to the public, but in reality, only a portion of the area is open.

Many years ago, when the Pope came to Wilmick, he stayed in the Summer Palace once. Later, some cardinals also came and stayed in the Summer Palace for a few days—instead of the specially prepared place in the Holy Church.

Many people were puzzled as to why the big shots would specifically stay here.

But if they came in and took a look, they would know—this place has a collection of artworks, many interesting masterpieces that can only be seen here in person.

Nominally, believers are equal, but in reality, this Summer Palace is their summer palace!

It is the summer palace where popes, holy sons, and other 'emperors and princes' live!

If you don't have the status, even if you put the Philosopher's Stone on the front desk, they wouldn't dare to open this kind of room.

Roland naturally didn't dare to say that he had booked a room here for a year.

He said he only stayed for one night. But this was enough for Isabella to bear.

Originally, as a leader, it was already infuriating enough that a subordinate was richer than herself.

This leader was very frugal, and the subordinate was very extravagant—the kind of extravagant that outsiders hated!

Now, the subordinate's money was about to be confiscated, but he spent so much money again—this is all my money!

I should have held this kid down in the office in the first place!

Under the attack of anger, Isabella's footsteps were a little staggered. She sat on the bed and rubbed her forehead.

She thought to herself: 'Is the after-effect of the Holy King's Ambrosia so strong?'

She waved her hand and let the nuns leave, but she asked Jenna to keep Roland and Diana behind.

She had changed her mind. She wanted to interrogate this kid properly!

After the nuns left, Jenna slammed the door shut, then sat on the sofa by the door—actually, she usually liked to lean against the wall, but today she felt a little weak in the legs. Did she seem to have drunk too much?

It's okay, dealing with this kid is easy as pie.

Jenna rubbed her flushed forehead on the sofa.

After the door was closed, Isabella gave Jenna a familiar look.

Jenna understood her sister's meaning, and suddenly perked up, brandishing her fists with a grin.

Roland was completely numb. He thought to himself: 'Why hasn't it taken effect after so long? Did I put too little medicine?!'

In a moment of desperation, Roland knelt on one knee and said to Isabella, "Your Excellency, I want to offer a treasure!"

Isabella sized up Roland with a smile that was not a smile, as if she saw through his thoughts—this guy clearly knew he was going to be dealt with, and then temporarily clutched at straws.

Isabella said meaningfully, "Roland, do you think you still have any treasures to offer?"

Roland coughed and said, "In addition to the Snake Ring, I also have a dimensional bag. The truly valuable things are actually there."

Isabella frowned—the property in the Snake Ring was only a part of this kid's wealth?!

Impossible!

Suddenly, Isabella thought of a possibility—the Elixir of Immortality.

Isabella's brows furrowed deeply.

Roland said, "Your Excellency, you know that I once boarded the slave ship of the Three-Headed Snakes. After I joined forces with the black wizards on the ship to defeat the Three-Headed Snakes, I drifted alone on the ship for a while.

During this time, I used the powerful magic cannons on the ship to侥幸 hunt down a lot of rare sea monsters, and used the Three-Headed Snakes' alchemy of immortality to alchemize some 'Elixirs of Immortality'."

Isabella originally felt a little dizzy, but after hearing about the Elixir of Immortality, she immediately became much more sober.

Whether for Southerners or Easterners, the Elixir of Immortality is a great temptation.

It's okay for those who are particularly young, but for witches, elders, and those who have been stuck at a bottleneck and are about to break through, but whose lifespan is about to end, the Elixir of Immortality has an unparalleled attraction!

This is even more true for the people of the Southern Church. They are not like wizards, who have a lifespan of two hundred years after entering the formal wizard stage.

Second-order wizards can live for five hundred years, and third-order wizards can even live for a thousand years!

In the South, even the Pope, the god on earth, cannot escape the shackles of mortal life.

Many people have tried every means to live a few more years. Such as 'Hydra. Andra', even turned himself into a monster.

There are even rumors that some people in the Church secretly operate some 'farms', allowing people to live forever quietly.

The gods occasionally bestow some 'holy fruits' on their most loyal believers. But many holy fruits only prolong life by ten years.

The Elixir of Immortality can not only increase lifespan and make people young forever. At the same time, it is also a resurrection medicine, and it can also make people stronger after eating it—this kind of strength is a power that comes from oneself, not from God!

This makes it a taboo-like magic medicine—immortality, resurrection, and strength from oneself. All have committed taboos!

Many high-ranking officials in the Church have been secretly enjoying them. Most of the people who are over seventy or eighty years old and still have the energy to take power have secretly used the Elixir of Immortality!

Isabella is a very beautiful woman, and the Elixir of Immortality has a great attraction for her.

But she has already moved away from the core of the Church, and her relationship with the Hydra Group is also a bit subtle. The top-quality Elixir of Immortality is already something that is hard to come by for her.

Not to mention Isabella, even the second-order wizards in the South would be very, very tempted to hear about the Elixir of Immortality.

Even if you can't bear to use this thing yourself, it's good to use it to smooth relations!

Isabella is a woman who loves beauty, a strong person who wants to become stronger, and at the same time, she is desperately trying to turn the Mystery Department into an Inquisition.

The Elixir of Immortality hit her pain point.

She heard that this kid not only had a few bottles of the Elixir of Immortality, nor did he have a lot of top-quality Elixirs of Immortality.

But he can make it!

This is a money tree that can grow golden apples!

After thinking for a while, Isabella was no longer sleepy, and she became energetic. She asked, "Did you alchemize it yourself? What is the quality?"

Roland said, "Third-class quality—I used a Serius and alchemized 18 bottles of the Elixir of Immortality, including 9 bottles of 4-5 class quality and 9 bottles of 3-4 class quality."

Isabella froze for a moment, then sneered, "Roland, do you take me for a fool? I'm not some ordinary knight. You've met my father, and I know alchemy!"

Isabella wasn't a proper Holy Knight at all. Like Saladin, she was a proper witch!

That's why, even at almost a hundred years old, she was still like a twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old young woman, very charming.