Roland had just stepped down from Matthias's carriage when he turned and boarded a luxurious carriage beside it, no less imposing, drawn by eight purebred steeds.
As he lifted the canopy, a voluptuous, stunningly beautiful woman came into view.
She wore a pure white priestess's robe. Her long brown wavy hair fell casually over her rounded shoulders, while her fair skin resembled delicate Sheep Fat Jade. With a high nose bridge, full lips, and an aura of mature charm, she was utterly captivating.
At the sight of her, the desire Matthias's carriage had stirred within Roland instantly blazed into a raging fire.
After climbing into the carriage, Roland waved a hand to lay down a magical barrier, then reached toward the beautiful woman with wandering hands.
With practiced ease, he lifted her priestess's robe, only to find that there was nothing beneath it. The woman's perfect figure was completely displayed before Roland.
"Your Majesty, not here." Yulia was horrified.
It was broad daylight, and countless guards surrounded them. If word got out, how could she ever face anyone again?
But Roland, consumed by lust, could not hear a word. His hands continued roaming over the soft flesh before him.
Her face flushed crimson, Yulia hurriedly asked in an attempt to divert Roland's attention.
"Your Majesty, how did your conversation with Kings Matthias and Freddy go?"
"Heh, those two hypocritical, scheming bastards won't let go unless they see profit. It'll take more work."
Roland sneered.
Though he had made it sound good earlier and promised to help Matthias capture the City of the Earth's Core, he was ultimately doing it for profit.
First, in seven years, he would launch an attack on the Elf Empire from the sea. The Dwarf Kingdom, as a staunch supporter of the Elf Empire, was destined