Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

End of the meeting.

Roland was immediately surrounded by a group of lazy bishops from the Church of Light.

These people in charge of the cathedral used to be Roland's superiors, but now they all greet Roland with smiles.

Not only because Roland has Serafis backing her, but she is almost certain to be the new saintess.

More importantly, Roland brought them substantial profits and a means of enjoyment.

A community of shared interests is the only truly unbreakable alliance.

"Haha, Miss Roland, you're so generous today, I'm almost embarrassed."

"Miss Roland, if you encounter any problems in the Land Zone in the future, please feel free to trouble your older sister. Your older sister's church still has some influence in the Land Zone."

"Miss Roland, life under your leadership is far more enjoyable than under Prince Seraf!"

The last person to speak was the high priest, who held a lower rank and was also a close confidant of Marcus.

Roland immediately glared at the high priest, her pretty face tightening.

"Father, please watch your words. Sister Seraphim is an excellent leader. We should all do our best to cooperate with her work and not say anything bad about her!"

Roland's fox ears stood up, and her tail was slightly taut, revealing a hint of her superior status.

The priest who had spoken immediately lowered his head meekly, as if Roland were his superior.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland, I had no intention of slandering His Highness Seraf."

Roland's expression softened slightly, and she reached out and patted the priest on the shoulder like a boss patting an employee.

"Don't be so nervous. We are all working for Sister Serafie and striving for the development of the church."

"Alright, let's not talk about these things anymore, it's not work time now."

Roland withdrew her hand, clapped her hands together, and gestured for the members of the Church of Light to look over.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have booked a luxury resort package for you at Pink Harbor. Please relax and have fun for the next few days."

"Thanks to recent technological breakthroughs, there are now more delicious food and entertainment activities waiting for you. You can also wait to inspect the group's spicy snack products in the old port area."

A burst of intense light shone in everyone's eyes, but then they spoke up somewhat awkwardly.

"Miss Roland, a vacation of several days in a row is probably not feasible. His Highness Seraf has requested that we be on duty and ready at all times."

Roland had anticipated this and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Sister Serafie and arrange for a replacement."

"Please relax and enjoy your holiday."

Having received Roland's assurance, the crowd did not cheer.

But the atmosphere became noticeably more cheerful.

A mature, older-sister-like bishop even approached Roland, teasing her with a coquettish laugh.

"Miss Roland, would you like to come to Pink Harbor to relax too? I'm really looking forward to vacationing with you."

This translates to:

Hey sis, wanna hook up?

Roland quickly declined, feeling utterly helpless as she looked at the mature and sophisticated bishop.

What kind of nonsense is this? Why would you tell her to go to Pink Harbor to relax?

Isn't that like sending lambs to the slaughter?

There's a bunch of succubi in Pink Harbor, waiting in line for Lolan.

Those repressed succubi even exchanged real money for company tokens just to hear Roland's singing voice while dining at the Wheat Wave View Restaurant.

You, a newly appointed bishop with intermediate magic power, probably won't even get a chance to join the queue. You might even be dragged away by a succubus to relieve your lust.

Roland exchanged pleasantries with the bishops for a few more minutes, then boarded the carriage amidst the cheers of the crowd.

However, this carriage was not the one that had come with them; it was Bishop Marcus's private carriage.

Inside the Magic Carriage is a spacious sofa for guests.

Roland and Marcus sat facing each other, with various exquisite aristocratic desserts on the coffee table between them.

"Miss Roland, I'm sorry to have taken up your time."

Marcus rubbed his fat hands together and greeted Roland awkwardly.

Roland was curious as to why Marcus would offer to personally escort her back to New Sprouts Street.

If it's a matter of product distribution and production capacity, it has already been discussed in the meeting. Marcus, as the number one lackey, has a very high percentage of influence, so there's no need to go through this trouble.

So he asked.

Marcus didn't mince words and stated his purpose directly.

"Miss Roland, I noticed that the packaging tins for the Dragon-Feeding Spicy Strips were probably purchased from a Wayne Corporation (Elizabeth) subsidiary, right?"

"This seems to make us vulnerable to others, and it's also difficult to control costs."

Roland glanced at the obese bishop in front of her, somewhat surprised by Marcus's keen insight.

No wonder someone with such poor magical talent could become a powerful bishop through business acumen; his observation and intuition are indeed quite good.

Roland nodded in agreement.

That's true, but it's a choice we had to make out of necessity.

"Ordinary oil paper bags cannot prevent the chili oil from seeping in, which can lead to food contamination, make transportation and storage troublesome, and increase costs."

This is a problem that Roland finds quite difficult to solve.

As for vacuum packaging for plastics on Earth... this world, with its magical technology and alchemy, has even left coal mining in its early stages.

Not to mention the extraction and utilization of oil.

In the field of alchemy, the focus during this period has been on potions, magic, and combat power, with little attention paid to the people's livelihood.

Although Roland instructed the child laborer Renee to conduct research, it would be difficult to produce results in the short term.

"Mr. Marcus, you've suddenly brought this up with me; do you have a good solution?"

Roland looked at Marcus meaningfully.

Marcus nodded immediately.

"That's right, Miss Roland, that's why I've come to see you."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of viscous potion and a thin book from his spatial ring and handed them to Roland with both hands.

"Miss Roland, this is a coating potion passed down in our family."

"This potion had no effect, but when you brushed it onto oiled paper, it could form a waterproof film, which we later called the waterproof potion."

"I later tested it and found that it can be used to prevent oil and stains. Many of my chamber of commerce's exclusive products utilize this magic potion, making them more aesthetically pleasing and durable than those of our competitors."

Roland took the recipe and potion in a daze and handed them to the maid Nightingale.

Nightingale looked through the papers for a while, then nodded to Roland.

The goods are fine!

Roland's expression became even stranger. She squinted at Marcus, her aura growing more intense.

"Mr. Marcus, you're suddenly entrusting me with such trade secrets; surely you have other requests?"

"Can you tell me why you're doing this?"

Marcus nodded up and down with his round, chubby face, sweat beading on his forehead, his hands clenching and unclenching uncomfortably.

He glanced at the dark elf maid beside him, who was glaring at him menacingly, as if she would slash him with her sword if he made any unreasonable request. He felt his calves tremble slightly.

However, he eventually made up his mind.

"Miss Roland, I do have a favor to ask."

Marcus looked at Roland, took a deep breath, and said.

"Miss Roland, I have a question."

"Has the Roland Group developed an antidote to cure addiction to the Bewitching Herb potion?"

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