Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

On the right side of the second floor of the Xinya Street Church is a specially built large reception room.

One wall, facing the garden, features large panes of gold-plated glass, offering a clear view of the Hot Water Workshop community in the distance.

This will facilitate showcasing the growing strength of the Roland Group to business partners.

After Bizan sat down on the sofa opposite Roland, he immediately asked the question he most wanted to know.

"Miss Roland, please forgive my intrusion."

"I've seen news about you in the newspapers before. You must be a legitimate member of the imperial nobility, right?"

"But you look like a fox spirit girl from a southern oasis right now."

The "orthodox imperial nobles" he referred to were actually pure-blooded humans, just expressed in a euphemistic way.

Roland nodded slightly.

She knew the tiger head would ask this question, and she had already prepared an excuse.

"Bishop Bizan, I am of course a pure imperial nobleman, a pure-blooded human."

"The reason I look like this is because there was an accident during the alchemy experiment, which caused me to grow a fox tail."

Roland feigned a sigh and gently stroked her tail in front of her.

"You know, potions are really unpredictable, especially when experimenting with new formulas."

Roland wasn't just making things up.

The world has an extremely rich variety of potions, which can almost be seen as liquid-encapsulated magic. It's quite possible to transform into a fox spirit or a futa.

A hint of understanding appeared in Bizan's eyes.

"I've heard that the [Stabilizing Potion] originated from you, Miss Roland. Is that true now?"

Roland smiled; this was exactly the effect she wanted.

She waved her hand dismissively, pretending not to care.

"It's just a regular apprentice-level potion, nothing special."

"It was only because Her Highness Elizabeth liked it that it was able to be promoted on a large scale."

In fact, Elizabeth stole the potion recipe.

However, it doesn't matter. Roland just uses the imperial princess's tiger skin flag to scare the tiger.

Bizan remained calm upon hearing this, but inwardly let out a cold laugh.

Heh, an accident caused by an alchemy experiment?

The Church of Vulcan has methods for distinguishing bloodlines, especially for catching sly foxes who run around everywhere.

He couldn't quite tell when they were far apart, but now that they're sitting face to face, he can sense the bloodline in Roland's body.

Without a doubt, Roland Kane is a true member of the Golden Fox royal family.

They had simply concealed their features and hidden in the capital using some unknown method.

Fortunately, the Church of Vulcan is now the best at dealing with these cunning foxes.

Bizan smiled, his interlocking fangs looking extremely menacing.

He gave a false compliment.

"That's no ordinary potion. A potion that can remove magical pollution is the first of its kind in hundreds of years."

"In that case, Miss Roland, your alchemy is truly exquisite, even the accidents in your alchemy experiments are so unusual."

Bizan looked at Roland's tail meaningfully and said.

"If you hadn't said it was an accident, I would have thought you were really a member of the Golden Fox royal family."

Roland frowned.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the tiger head in front of her seemed to have become arrogant.

Hiss...aren't these people from out of town afraid of Elizabeth?

Roland's voice turned colder, and she simply skipped over the topic of the tail.

"Alright, Bishop Bizan, I don't think you came here today to discuss alchemy with me."

"Now can you tell me why you've come?"

Bizan nodded, picked up the black tea on the table, took a sip, and then looked into Roland's eyes.

"My purpose in coming here is very simple."

"I hope Miss Roland can terminate the cooperation with Pink Harbor and suspend the recruitment of orcs."

"I can triple the price Pink Harbor offered you."

He paused as he spoke.

"That was originally what I was thinking, but now...would you be willing to become a shareholder of [Opening at 7 PM]?"

Roland was somewhat surprised.

"Did you personally come to visit me because I'm recruiting a large number of orcs?"

Bi Zan was displeased.

"Miss Roland, there's no need to play dumb, is there?"

"The news of your collaboration with succubi is known to the upper class in the capital."

"Isn't your massive recruitment of orcs just a way to cooperate with the succubi and cut off our labor force?"

Roland then understood and chuckled.

"Bishop Bizan, you've misunderstood me."

"You've seen it all along the way, haven't you? My business is expanding rapidly, there's a huge labor shortage, and every worker is extremely busy, including the orc employees you mentioned."

"I genuinely need this many people, not just to cooperate with the succubi's commercial war."

The wolf girl next to Bizan couldn't hold back any longer and placed a document on the table.

"Miss Roland, if things are really as you say, you should proceed with the recruitment process normally."

"Instead of deceiving and luring orcs to work for you with false high salaries."

As a secretary, the wolf girl is very knowledgeable about personnel matters.

Before Roland appeared, the "7 PM Opening" service was unparalleled and was always the first choice for kemonomimi girls.

When the Roland Group started recruiting, the beastmen discovered that they could eat and live well without selling their bodies, and flocked to the Old Port District.

Bizan nodded in agreement with his secretary, his tone still gentle but with a hint of reproach.

"Yes, Miss Roland, my people are too honest and simple-minded. You can't use that to trick them into working for you."

Roland was taken aback.

When did she ever deceive an honest orc?

Nightingale reached for the documents on the table, glanced at them briefly, and then handed them to Roland.

"Miss Roland, this is our job posting."

Roland took it and glanced through it, her voice tinged with doubt.

"Free meals and accommodation, two meals a day, work injury treatment allowance, heating in employee dormitories... these aren't false advertisements, are they?"

"That's the treatment we get, that's for sure."

Her expression was as innocent as a snow leopard looking at a tiger's head.

"Bishop Bizan, isn't there some misunderstanding here?"

Bizan looked at Roland, his expression hardening.

"Miss Roland, now that things have come to this, is it really necessary to continue pretending?"

"What was I pretending for?"

The wolf-woman secretary laughed in exasperation, pointing at the documents in Roland's hand and raising her voice.

"Miss Roland, do you mean you really treat orcs like this? Or is it just to cooperate with the succubus's commercial war?"

"Are you treating us like idiots?"

Roland already disliked the two people in front of her.

She, Luo, despised those flesh dealers who sold addictive potions the most.

As soon as the wolf girl's attitude turned sour, Roland simply stopped trying to hide it and retorted directly.

"Your pay is bad, and you can't recruit people, so you're blaming me?"

"Didn't you ask around when you came in? There are so many orc employees on the street, why don't you ask them if they have a place to live, food to eat, and hot water to drink?"

"We've been treated like this for so many days, okay? Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open."

"And you even slandered me for colluding with the succubus and causing trouble for you."

Tiger Bizan's mouth twitched as he reached out to stop the wolf-woman secretary from cursing.

He leaned forward slightly, looking down at the petite Roland, his tone sincere yet tinged with a hint of threat.

"Miss Roland, let's be frank."

"Your cutting off our labor supply goes beyond the scope of business competition. If you don't stop, we will start using other means."

Roland narrowed her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, we can go back to the way things were, with the succubi doing business in the old port and us doing business in Heisenport, each keeping to our own business."

"We don't need to waste resources and energy on competition, as long as you stop recruiting orcs."