Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

A week has passed quickly.

Elizabeth's "Crab King" is everywhere.

However, things didn't go as the sheep had predicted; the sales of the Krusty Krab did not decrease significantly.

The reason is simple: Elizabeth's extensive expansion created many jobs, which alleviated the winter unemployment crisis to some extent.

These jobs have slightly improved the economic situation of ordinary people.

Moreover, at Roland's behest, the Krusty Krab also lowered its prices.

Interestingly, it seems that Salia, this loli succubus CEO, has had her mind opened by Roland's knowledge of Earth.

Instead of directly lowering prices, she devised a series of promotional activities on her own.

For example, [True Crazy Thursday], [Winter Warmth Delivery], [Snowy Day Labor Support], etc...

While indirectly lowering prices, it also further enhanced the image of the Roland Group as a company that "cares for workers" and "cares for ordinary people".

Even in the old port area, Roland's reputation soared with the promotion of cheap canned crab meat.

Many ordinary people sigh when they eat canned food.

"Thanks to Lady Roland's invention of the stabilizing potion, we can have such cheap canned meat to eat."

"Yes, ever since Lady Roland came to New Sprout Street, everyone's life has been getting better and better."

"Lady Roland is the sun in my heart."

……

The income from the Krusty Krab workshop and Faith Points was not significantly affected.

This gave Roland time to come up with new ideas.

Ultimately, she had no intention of making money from ordinary people; her goal was the faith points they possessed.

While maintaining profitability, the most important thing is to increase the capacity of the hot water workshop residential area and expand its territory.

Therefore, with Ms. Tree's assistance, the Greenhouse Project began to move forward.

A large greenhouse located in the center of the residential area, relying on the heating supply of the hot water workshop, and smaller greenhouses at each node.

It can not only make use of the idle labor force in the residential area.

Most importantly, Ms. Shu can use this to bring residential areas under surveillance.

This would greatly improve the administrative efficiency of the Roland Group and enhance security within its territory.

In response, Roland realized even more deeply the significance of Salia's words.

"Every Tree of Life spirit is a first-rate expert in governance."

However, Ms. Shu made one request.

She needs more potions to water her.

Roland said she needed time to think of a solution.

……

On the third floor of the church, in front of the desk.

Roland is writing a proposal related to greenhouses.

There is a plant called fire wheat that has an exceptionally high yield in high-temperature environments.

The main plants grown in the greenhouse are this, as well as off-season fruits.

With Ms. Tree's blessing, the production will be enormous, not only meeting the needs of the Roland Group, but there may even be a surplus for export.

This way, even if Elizabeth cuts off the staple food supply, Roland will not be put in a passive position.

The monopolistic tactics employed by the seaweed crab farm made her extremely wary.

"Yes, that way, there won't be any loopholes in our development."

"With food, clothing, shelter, and transportation guaranteed, food and shelter are ensured, and subsequent development has a solid foundation."

Roland picked up the completed document, stood it upright on the table, and handed it to Nightingale.

"Nightingale, give this document to Jenny and Ms. Tree, and also inform Salia."

"Yes, Miss Roland."

……

Nightingale is, after all, a mid-level superhuman, and her movement speed is extremely fast.

She quickly returned to Roland's office, her ears unusually perked up slightly.

"Miss Roland, Manager Salia thinks the greenhouse project is excellent."

"She hopes to grow more off-season fruits and prioritize supplying them to Pink Harbor. She will come over in person tomorrow to discuss the specific details with you."

Roland nodded and smiled, then looked at Nightingale with surprise.

Having spent some time together, she seemed to be able to sense Nightingale's emotions more easily.

She asked uncertainly.

"Nightingale, you seem to be in a good mood today?"

Nightingale looked at Roland in surprise.

"How did Miss Roland figure that out?"

"Just... a feeling, I guess?"

Roland hesitated, rubbing her chin, then looked at Nightingale.

"I've noticed you've been feeling down these past few days, like you've lost some money, but you're feeling a bit better today."

"Are you having some kind of trouble?"

The nightingale did not answer directly, but looked at Roland with a strange gaze.

The dark elves' distinctive red eyes, characteristic of those deep underground, made Roland feel somewhat uneasy.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Nightingale was indeed a very beautiful young girl. Staring straight at her made this single woman on Earth a little shy, and her face turned slightly pink.

……

The nightingale was somewhat dazed.

Because of the Night Goddess's reckless actions, the Dark Elves have suffered greatly, especially those abandoned on the surface world.

She lived a life of constant wandering from childhood, fighting and killing every day, fleeing from her tribe to escape pursuit and hunting.

Later, the clan joined the Fifth Prince's faction, and life returned to normal.

With their connections and money, the women either opened factories or pursued technical expertise.

She also got a high-paying job as a secret agent and a small coffee shop, and her life was getting better and better.

However, her years of combat experience had made her accustomed to having a blank expression.

The sisters had grown accustomed to her ruthlessness; in their eyes, Nightingale was a cold-blooded killer.

No one cares what she's thinking, no one tries to guess her feelings.

After all, the sisters had been poor for over a hundred years and were terrified of poverty. They were all busy making money and had no time to care for each other.

Of course, she's pretty much the same.

Roland's sudden concern left her somewhat at a loss for words.

But overall, it felt pretty good.

Especially Miss Roland, who is so beautiful, kind-hearted, beautiful from head to toe, knowledgeable and erudite, even her feet are beautiful.

……

Thinking this, the nightingale's ears perked up slightly.

She walked behind Roland and began massaging her shoulders, speaking in a tone filled with joy.

"Miss Roland, are you worried about me?"

Roland comfortably squinted her eyes slightly and said naturally.

"Yes, we're friends now, so it's normal for me to care about your feelings, right?"

"So, you were really unhappy before? Why?"

Nightingale thought for a moment, then looked hesitantly at the crowd outside the French windows.

"Um... Miss Roland, please don't mind me saying this."

"Go ahead and say it, I'm a very magnanimous person."

"Okay, so the Krusty Krab is having a sale right now, and you're going to have to implement the 'Greenhouse Project' again..."

"Of course I'm thinking of your best interests. It feels like such a waste to just hand out these glittering gold coins to the poor..."

Roland: "..."

Why is it that phrase again?

This time they upgraded from silver coins to gold coins, huh? The capitalist elf is incorrigible!

Roland's lips twitched, unsure how to explain for a moment.

She was not comfortable, nor was she prepared to, reveal the full purpose of collecting faith.

Economic knowledge on Earth is too complicated to popularize, and even a nightingale might not understand it.

He had no choice but to say...

"Don't worry, my plan is very long-term, and we will definitely not lose money in the future."

However, it didn't work, and the nightingale's ears seemed to be drooping again.

As a personal maid, low morale is unacceptable; it's an eyesore.

As Roland pondered, her gaze inadvertently swept over her own black silk-stockinged feet clad in fluffy slippers.

After hesitating for a moment, she turned to her side and rested her head on the sofa armrest, just like last time.

"Nightingale, I'm a little tired today. Could you please give me a massage?"

……

The nightingale's long ears finally perked up slightly.