Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland sighed, feeling an immense sense of unease.

It's impossible to rescue her immediately, in case Coco's sister has already been taken in by the nobles and refuses to come back.

That would only give away a handle against Bao Luolan, and she would be in deep trouble.

But the person still needs to be saved.

Roland would never mistreat any of her own people, especially the meritorious Hao Mao.

Given the current situation, it's best to send some people to gather information and also see how the business reacts when it opens at seven o'clock.

Seeing that Roland had made a decision, Nightingale turned the conversation back to the present.

She looked at Roland's delivery uniform.

"Miss Roland, why don't you change your clothes first? This uniform isn't exactly comfortable."

Roland then remembered that she was still wearing the disguise clothes.

The fleece-lined boots still had some mud on them, leaving a series of footprints on the wooden floor.

Oh dear, I was so busy asking Nightingale questions that I forgot to change my shoes.

This will definitely increase the workload for the maids.

Roland was a little embarrassed. She sat down and prepared to take off her boots first.

Seeing this, the nightingale walked up to Roland and knelt down.

"Miss Roland, let me help you. I'll take it to clean up in a bit."

Nightingale moved swiftly, supporting Roland's calf with one hand while using the other to remove her boots.

Before Roland could refuse, her exquisite black silk-stockinged feet were exposed to the air, emitting a faint citrus scent.

She frowned.

"Nightingale, could you please remove the down from my boots next time, or remove the warmth magic circle from them?"

"This design is too hot; I'm not that afraid of the cold."

Upon hearing this, Nightingale reached out and grasped the chocolate ice cream in front of her, her fingers moving back and forth between her toes and the soles of her feet.

The stockings felt slightly damp, which made the fragrance in the air seem more pronounced.

She felt the warmth of her palm and nodded.

"I'm sweating a little, but I'll contact the tailor to take care of it."

"Please wait here for a moment while I get you your clothes and shoes."

Nightingale picked up her worn boots and walked toward the door.

"By the way, Miss Roland, is there anything you'd like to wear?"

"You can decide that; just make sure you're comfortable."

Roland waved her hand dismissively and rolled over to lie down on the sofa.

"Go get my clothes first, I'll read a book here for a while."

After Nightingale left, Roland manipulated the Mage's Hand and stuffed all the snacks on the table into her mouth.

Then my gaze shifted to the coffee table, where a thick, antique book lay.

It must be a book that Nightingale had just read.

Roland picked it up curiously; four large characters were printed on the exquisite cowhide cover.

A Brief History of Empires

"Is this all the nightingale usually watches? Not bad, quite cultured."

Roland nodded in agreement and casually opened the book.

However, she didn't notice that there was another book underneath the history book.

The book has a simple appearance, with a series of titles printed on the cover.

"Southern Springtime Encounters: How to Pet a Kemono Girl's Tail? The Perfect Choice During Breeding Season!"

……

The following days were uneventful, filled only with mountains of work documents.

Fortunately, there was a tree spirit named Ms. Tree upstairs who was good at handling government affairs, so Roland continued to live a relaxed and carefree life.

Twelve days have passed.

With the first batch of fertilizer leaving the composting plant, the greenhouse officially began operation.

The first crops planted were mainly barley, off-season fruits, and spices.

These crops have been improved through Ms. Tree's breeding program, resulting in faster growth, higher yields, and improved taste.

The only problem is that it consumes a lot of soil fertility and requires a lot of manpower for maintenance and fertilization.

At the same time, Roland also planned to build mills, bread factories, and related industries for seasonings.

The expansion of the group's industries has created a large demand for jobs.

The employment pressure that once worried Roland has now been resolved.

The idle labor force in the residential area finally found suitable jobs.

The refugees in the outer ring area were overjoyed.

They, who were originally just living day by day, seemed to see a glimmer of hope and flocked to the recruitment site.

……

At this time, the outer ring district office was overcrowded.

This temporary community center is located next to the new heating hub.

In front of the community center, there is a large square, which is also the venue for this job fair.

Large numbers of refugees gathered there, hoping to gain the approval of the Roland Group and become one of its members.

Among them, Roland's favorite was the orc refugee.

That is, there are animal-eared girls like Cat Coco and animal-eared men.

These orcs from the south were not only hardworking and easy to feed, but also simple-minded and magnanimous.

Moreover, they all have experience in farming, which perfectly meets the needs of composting workshops and greenhouses.

Cat Coco came specifically to recruit fellow orcs.

A long line had formed in front of her tent, and all of them were orcs.

These orcs are mostly from weaker races, such as the cat race, the rabbit race, a few fox races, and the snake race whose lower bodies have snake tails.

The first two are somewhat better, with not too many people being disabled.

The fox and snake tribes are more troublesome.

They are either disabled or have suffered serious injuries and are physically weak.

The fox-eared girl, with her tail broken in half, her left ear missing half, and her right leg twisted, looked down at the cat Coco with a mixture of pleading and timidity.

"Master Cat, I'm willing to do anything, whether it's chopping wood or carrying manure... Oh, and I'll do *that* kind of thing too!"

"I'd rather not work than just get food!"

Seeing the girl's pitiful appearance, Coco the cat lowered her head in pity.

She longed to take in these poor villagers, but Miss Roland's money didn't come from thin air, and she prioritized hiring the best workers.

She couldn't help but ask.

"Miss Fox, how did you get these injuries?"

Upon hearing this, the fox-girl lowered her head in shame, her lips trembling, but she did not answer.

Coco the cat frowned.

"Please tell me, you and those snake people outside, with your appearances, you shouldn't have fallen to this state."

The fox-girl sighed, as if all her energy had been drained away.

"The injuries to the tail and ears were caused at the 7 o'clock opening."

"As for his leg, it was broken later in the factory."

Coco the cat's mouth was slightly open.

"Opening at seven? You opened at seven?"

The fox-girl lowered her head even further, her mangled ear lying on her hair.

Yes, yes.

"Master Cat, although I come from there, I haven't touched any addictive drugs. I can still work! I swear!"

Cat Coco put on a serious expression and wrote down the information about the fox girl on the paper in crooked handwriting.

Then he looked up and said.

"Wait here for a moment, I need to go out for a bit."

"By the way, are those snake girls outside from the same background as you?"

The fox-girl was stunned, then nodded hastily.

"Then let them come in too, and wait for me to come back here."

After finishing her sentence, Coco the cat walked out of the tent and found the community center, where a little girl dressed as a maid stood.

"Lily, please give this document to Miss Roland and then tell her..."

Coco the cat gave a general account of the situation.

The young maid nodded earnestly, then quickly left the outer ring area, her figure disappearing into the crowd.

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