Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

With Thranduil as their backer, the Roland Group entered another period of expansion.

Staff members of the Church of Light gradually returned to the streets of the old port area, and the lockdown was officially lifted.

The Vulcan Church's Fiery Tooth Guard and related personnel all slunk back to the harbor district.

No one expected that the matter involving Roland and Seraf would be so easily dismissed.

Moreover, the newly appointed White Elf Saintess, Thranduil, frequently visited Roland's house.

This completely surprised the powerful and influential people in the capital, including Tiger Head Bizan.

This is a white elf!

White Elf!

Besides the dragons, they are the race with the largest ego, the purest character, and the most dignified conduct in the world.

Who is Naroland?

Succubus's in-depth partner.

A busty nun in a tight-fitting habit walking around; even children blush when they see her.

Or perhaps it was the naturally unrestrained Golden Fox royal family that single-handedly sparked a trend of flamboyant fox aesthetics in the capital.

How did this fox and the elf get together?

"If you ask me, Roland Kane might be more effective against beings like saintesses."

On the second floor of a tea restaurant in the harbor area, a shrewd information broker joked.

Sitting in front of him was a young ranger who was also an information broker.

The young swordsman laughed heartily upon hearing this.

"That might actually be true."

"Seraphim, this Serandil, and even our Princess Elizabeth, all seem to be saints of the Church."

"Your Highness Elizabeth? You mean that scandal from last year?"

"Yes, back then, when the Third Princess was collecting 'Cat Maiden Photo Album' everywhere, I even made a few gold coins from it."

Upon hearing this, the peddler couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, I've always wondered, they're all women, how could they be interested in Roland?"

"She's not a succubus, so if we really tried to do it, we probably wouldn't even have the tools."

The young swordsman shook his head slightly in denial.

"It's not impossible, we can always use magic..."

"These days, magic technology is becoming more and more advanced, so there might be corresponding spells or potions."

The two chatted and enjoyed snacks and desserts at the tea restaurant.

As extraordinary beings adventuring in the outside world, the two were not high-level, but they were not short of money, and ordered a lot of food.

The most eye-catching item was the golden potato chips arranged in an exquisite bamboo basket in the center of the table.

Just like the maid's guess, the potato chips from the Roland Group became a sensation throughout the capital as soon as they went on sale.

Due to its unique taste and flavor, it has quickly become a new favorite in pubs, tea restaurants, and cafes.

If any restaurant or bar fails to secure supplies from the Roland Group, its customer traffic will inevitably decrease significantly, and it will be perceived as "out of touch with trends," damaging its reputation.

This is also true within aristocratic circles.

Nowadays, whenever nobles in the capital hold a banquet, "Roland potato chips" are always a must-have among the desserts and snacks.

With ample market demand and the fact that potato chips are priced higher than spicy strips, Roland Group's profitability has reached a new level.

Inside the Roland Group, there is a potato chip workshop with 1,200 employees that produces 50,000 half-pound bags of potato chips every day.

Thanks to the potion recipe contributed by Marcus, these potato chips were successfully packaged in plastic and could be shipped to all parts of the Empire.

After deducting logistics and labor costs, an average of seventy or eighty copper coins can be earned from a bag of potato chips.

At the end of the day, you can earn at least three hundred gold coins.

one day!

Three hundred!

Purely exorbitant profits.

This is truly making a fortune every day.

A carload of barons, tied up, with profits so high they wouldn't even dare glance at them.

Roland is now a pure and simple rich woman, the darling of the male nobles in the capital, and the undisputed crown jewel in the aristocratic marriage market.

Even the young Count's sons wished they could marry into the conglomerate.

Moreover, because of the rumors surrounding the saintess, many daughters of noble families were also eager to make a move.

After all, it's a magical world, and the noble girls are quite uninhibited.

The noble girls began searching far and wide for magical potions that produced long bananas, plotting to seduce Roland while also seeking new avenues for pleasure.

Roland isn't the only one who's popular in the marriage market.

Employees of the Roland Group have also become highly sought-after in the marriage market among the common people in the capital.

As employees of the group, their daily wage is around fifty copper coins, most of which is paid in "group tokens".

Such treatment may not seem high, but the benefits offered by the Roland Group are substantial.

Clean and tidy staff dormitories, heating in winter, inexpensive clean water, public bath facilities, and supporting infrastructure.

There are even educational services!

Promotions within the group are based on ability, not background. As long as you are loyal and capable, you can climb the ranks step by step and become a manager.

Even some middle-class people are envious of this stable living environment and job prospects.

Having discussed life and career, let's talk about appearance and demeanor.

Because Roland generously provided the Krabby Patty staff meals.

Although the factory's products were defective and didn't look very appealing, they were enough to keep the employees healthy, plump, and full of energy.

The male employees working for the group are healthy and strong, with broad shoulders and thick waists, well-defined muscles, and a complexion comparable to that of well-trained guards.

The female employees may not have fair skin, but they are full of energy.

Most importantly, with ample protein and fat intake, the female employees visibly gained weight and entered a second stage of development.

The common people of this era may lack formal education, but one core idea remains unchanged.

Big is good.

In short, whether it's due to magical factors or the prayers made to the Roland statue, the appearance of the male and female employees is slowly improving, making ordinary people outside the city drool with envy.

Over time, the employees of the Roland Group became, in a sense, the elite of the common people.

Ordinary people either try to marry employees of the Roland Group.

Alternatively, they could try to join the Roland Group.

Whenever the Roland Group holds a recruitment fair, it is always packed with people.

The offer (formal employment letter) from the former Roland Group was once considered beneath the notice of the average citizen.

Now even members of the middle class and some rural aristocrats from other places are participating in group recruitment, trying to join the business behemoth before it grows up.

As for whether the Roland Group can grow into a business behemoth?

People might have had doubts in the past.

Now, everyone is optimistic about the Roland Group.

Under Roland's leadership, the group is like a magical train filled with elemental crystals, crashing into anyone who gets in its way.

A food speculator in the artificial old port area, caught in a famine, jumped to his death.

The tiger with the thumbs-up that wanted to capture Roland and cause trouble has run away.

While running away, he was slapped twice, and Roland, in alliance with the succubus, stole a large number of customers from his business.

And then, Roland's commercial scalpel was wielded against the next enemy.

The spice merchants' alliance in the capital—also the villains who first spread rumors about the Roland fox clan.

……

Haisen Harbor, the clubhouse opens at 7:00 AM.

A group of well-dressed but anxious businessmen gathered in front of the VIP reception counter, pounding their fists on the wooden tabletop as they confronted the wolf-woman secretary.

"Knock knock knock!"

The business representative slammed the hammer down with a dull thud, shouting as he did so.

"Damn it, you stinking out-of-town wolf-eared hag, can't you understand what I'm saying?!"

"I want to see Bizan!"

"I want to see Bizan!"

The wolf-woman secretary remained completely calm, her expression unchanged.

"As I said, Lord Bizan has church affairs to attend to and is not in the capital. Please wait patiently."

"Wait, wait, wait! I've been waiting for over a month!"

The anxious businessman representative finally snapped, his face contorted in anger, and he pointed directly at the wolf-woman secretary's nose and began to curse.

"I'll wait for you, you fucking bastard!"

"What did they promise us before? That they could capture Roland, share in the Roland Group's technology, and obtain high-yield crops and cheap spice formulas..."

"Where are all these now?!"

"The Roland Group is doing perfectly well, and is even thriving, launching more spice products while our goods are rotting at the docks!"

The businessman representative became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and at the height of his emotions, he clutched his chest and began coughing violently.

The reasons are not solely due to losses on goods.

They were even more afraid of the subsequent reckoning by Roland and the Church of Light.

You should know that Serandil is a prodigy of the Central Continent, and it is said that even his personal maid is a quasi-saint level expert.

Those stinking peddlers can't even get close enough to what others are doing.

If Roland really does have an affair with Thranduil as rumored, it's likely that a whispered word in his ear would be enough for the Church to send troops to kill them.

The merchant representative straightened up with the help of his companion, his expression turning hysterical.

"Wolf ears! Tell me!"

"Is Bizan scared? Is he scared of Roland?!"

"He opens here at seven o'clock, right!"