Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Two days later, the nightingale brought in agricultural experts.

They were a group of weak dark elves, six in total, led by an apprentice-level superhuman.

These dark elves all wore black-rimmed glasses and had slightly messy hair, completely lacking the elegance of the other elves.

This was the first time Roland had ever met such a stereotypical scholar.

Especially the one in the lead, whose long purple bangs almost covered his eyes, revealing only the lower half of his round-framed glasses.

He looked very gloomy and withdrawn.

The gloomy elf's name is [Vina], and she is nearly 1.8 meters tall.

Although she doesn't seem to have much sexual appeal, she has an extremely voluptuous figure.

The term "plump" here does not refer to being fat, but rather to being slim in the right places and large in the right places.

It was paired with a black and gray robe that had no aesthetic design and was tightly bound at the chest.

She looks like a sedentary, nerdy girl who stays cooped up in her lab all day and doesn't get enough exercise.

She's the kind of homebody who doesn't take good care of her personal hygiene and worries about her slightly chubby belly in the middle of the night.

By the way, I bet he's a super repressed pervert!

According to the study materials Roland criticized on Earth, this kind of person is definitely the most repressed and the most repressed.

Even her profession matches up—she's a research-oriented homebody!

Nightingale looked at Roland, who seemed lost in thought, and cleared her throat by putting her hand to her mouth.

"Miss Roland, what do you think?"

"The Vina sisters should be technically capable of handling agricultural management, and they can also take on some of the maintenance work for the hot water plant."

Roland snapped out of her reverie and glanced at the resume of the gloomy female elf Vina.

Just as Nightingale said before, the technical team led by Vina might not be able to handle magical technology well due to their low magical talent.

This is harmless; the current Roland Group doesn't need such advanced magical technology.

What she needs most are simple, practical, and essential technologies for people's livelihoods.

Roland smiled at Vina.

"Ms. Vina, I think you are a perfect fit for the needs of our Roland Group."

"Would you be willing to become our company's compost supervisor... I mean, the one who moves the shit?"

After Roland finished speaking, she added another sentence.

"You won't be disappointed with the compensation; as you can see, our group is thriving."

"I can even support your technological research to some extent. I still find your machines, which attempt to break free from magic power, quite interesting."

Vina nodded.

"Ms. Roland, it's an honor to join your group. I think I'll adapt well to the work and life here."

Upon hearing this, Roland raised an eyebrow and looked at Vina with interest.

"Miss Vina, you seem to have a very high opinion of the development of my territory?"

Vina nodded again, looking at the floor-to-ceiling window behind Roland.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the towering hot water workshop's magic furnace rises with white steam amidst the snow and ice.

The heating pipes stretched out in all directions like a spider web, extending across the snow and creating paths for people to walk on.

All sorts of people move through the streets, shuttling between the Krusty Krab factory and the delivery headquarters.

Roland couldn't see Vina's eyes, which were hidden by her bangs, but she sensed the direction of her gaze.

So he turned the sofa chair and followed Vina's gaze to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

To be fair, this thriving scene brought Roland a great sense of accomplishment.

Vina's voice came from behind her, her tone slightly rising.

"Miss Roland, you are the only ruler who values ​​civilian technology. I wholeheartedly agree with your people-oriented philosophy."

"In my opinion, you are the one who can lead the old port area to prosperity."

Upon hearing this, Roland couldn't help but smile.

Vina's flattery hit the nail on the head, pleasing her perfectly and making her feel good.

You can't judge a book by its cover. She looked like a gloomy, introverted girl, but I didn't expect her to be so good at talking.

Roland did not turn back to her seat, lest her joyful expression be seen and disrupt the authoritative aura of a superior.

She replied in as calm a tone as possible.

"That's a bit of an overstatement. I'm just a nun and a businesswoman, doing small-scale business on my own turf."

Vina shook her head slightly.

"I'm telling the truth. Your measures have brought back a large workforce, and there has been a phenomenon of industries returning to the old port area."

"You're recruiting us to build composting workshops now, simply to develop agriculture."

"With an agricultural foundation, the population of the old port area will only increase, and prosperity will be a natural consequence."

Roland looked surprised and questioned Nightingale.

"That's what the nightingale explained."

"Although Miss Vina's research direction is somewhat off-the-beaten-path, she is still a learned scholar...and she is quite old."

Roland was relieved; it turned out she was an older elf, no wonder she had such a great figure.

At this point, Vina continued.

"Miss Roland, a noblewoman with such vision and a broad perspective must have been favored by the goddess of night back then."

Upon hearing this, Roland was stunned.

Nightingale's expression changed, and she quickly interrupted.

"Vina! Watch your words! This is the Church of Light, and Miss Roland is a candidate for sainthood!"

Roland also lost her composure.

Hey, hey, hey, isn't this gloomy elf afraid of getting slapped? How dare he keep mentioning the goddess of the night like that.

If she were a genuine die-hard fan of the Church of Light, she would probably grab this elf right now and hang him up for a beating.

Vina remained unmoved by Nightingale's words, staring intently at Roland.

Roland seemed to sense that beneath her disheveled bangs, two burning gazes pierced through the obstruction and locked onto her directly.

"Miss Roland, may the goddess bless you."

……

After Vina left, Nightingale sighed.

"That's why Vina and the others don't fit in."

"They always have that 'Goddess of the Night' thing on their lips, it makes me angry."

Roland couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't Vina and the others afraid of being retaliated against for being so blatant?"

"No, that won't happen," Nightingale shook her head.

"Others will just see them as pitiful fools who believe in an unreliable, dead goddess, and let them be."

Roland found it somewhat amusing.

"Vina isn't stupid; she's very knowledgeable."

She gathered the resumes from the table, neatly stacked them aside, and then gave the order to Nightingale.

"Next, we'll have to trouble Caryl's construction team to build a new heating hub, located a bit far from the residential area."

"Composting workshops can't be too close. It's not just that they're unsightly, but the smells are the worst thing."

"I don't want to go to work smelling weird every day."

The nightingale nodded and was about to go out to deliver the order.

Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into her head, and she couldn't help but twitch her ears slightly as she turned to look at Roland.

"Miss Roland, I have an idea."

"you say."

"I think Miss Tree can help create a forest barrier around the composting plant."

"What kind of barrier can compare to natural trees? The filth seeping from compost is food for tree spirits."

Roland was taken aback and looked at Nightingale.

The dark-skinned elf's cold, expressionless face remained as convincing as ever.

Roland thought it made sense, but considering how easily Ms. Tree would get angry, it probably wouldn't be easy.

She can't just go up there and say it.

"Ms. Tree, I've got you the prime spot for eating manure, guaranteed to be plentiful~"

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