Smuggling Expanded Tenfold

A spacious, luxurious reception hall.

To show his regard, Roland had specially summoned Reff to receive the two foxkin elders, Salit and Sanita, alongside him.

The two sides sat at opposite ends. Though they were of different races, their relationship was exceptionally harmonious. Both wore smiles, and the atmosphere was warm.

"Great Elder Salit, after everything we've been through, I think we can call ourselves family behind closed doors. There's no need for formalities with me, is there?"

"Whatever the Hidden Valley Clan needs, as long as I can help, I will never refuse," Roland said magnanimously.

At his words, a trace of emotion appeared in Salit and Sanita's eyes. They were not children; they understood that there were no feelings between factions, only interests.

Yet whether it had been the Deep Tower Clan, the past sneak attack on the Terra Kingdom Noble Alliance, or the Demon Disaster, Roland's help to their clan had been genuine and tangible.

Even if Roland had pursued his own interests in the process, the Hidden Valley Clan's growth in strength was undeniable.

"Duke Roland is right. I was being too polite and needlessly hurt the relationship between our two sides," Salit said apologetically. Then she gave Sanita a meaningful look.

Seeing this, Sanita did not hesitate. She sat up slightly straighter and said with a bitter smile,

"Roland, I'll be direct. Our clan has run into trouble again, and it's a very serious problem."

Roland calmly glanced at Leslie and smugly raised his brows.

See? I guessed right.

"..."

Leslie was truly impressed by this bastard. Wasn't Roland afraid that Sanita and Salit would notice and become dissatisfied?

When he failed to get the look of surprise he wanted from Leslie, Roland withdrew his gaze in annoyance and turned his attention back to Sanita.