Chương 133: The Tiger-Skinned Master is Still a Master

The next day, Roland cleverly went to call for more people.

It's not shameful to call for backup when things go wrong; it's only considered a success if you're defeated and captured.

However, in this vast pink harbor, not a single hair of Caryl could be found.

They even ran off with the sheep and Salia and disappeared without a trace.

Without a doubt, she's probably busy with some kind of goddess resurrection plan.

In the boss's office, there was only a group of succubus older sisters, looking at Roland with teary eyes.

"Miss Roland, could you please help us with some work documents?"

"We haven't had a proper meal in a week. Business is so good, but we're stuck in the office looking at documents."

"Yeah, yeah, my hair's practically covered in cobwebs!"

The succubi surrounded Roland, their complaints rising and falling.

Their management skills are actually quite good; the succubi who have lived a long time are all shrewd and capable of handling management work.

But they're not like Caryl; they'll really make a scene if they're not fed.

Loran feared that the succubi would continue to suppress their desires, so she decided to seize the fox and eat it immediately.

I had no choice but to take over the management and give the succubi a two-day break.

As for the plan to capture the little sister, it has to be put on hold for now.

Without Caryl, unless Roland seeks help from other churches.

Otherwise, don't even think about competing with opening at 7 o'clock.

After all, the church that opens at seven o'clock is behind it.

This church is known for its fighting prowess; even the Church of Light has to give way to it in terms of combat strength.

……

What Roland didn't expect was that, despite not wanting to cause trouble, trouble came knocking on her door.

In the outer ring area, a group of orcs dressed as southern nobles walked down the street.

At the center of the procession was a luxurious open-top magic carriage.

Two orc nobles were sitting in the carriage.

The leader was a man with a tiger's head, wearing magic rings on each finger, and a large gold chain around his neck also radiated magical energy.

It's incredibly extravagant, but the aesthetics are a bit outdated.

However, no one dared to talk about him.

Because he is the executive bishop of the Church of Vulcan and also a senior manager of the 7 o'clock opening club.

A wolf-eared woman dressed as a secretary raised her hand and pointed out the window.

"Lord Bizan, look behind that grove of trees in the distance, that's the composting plant mentioned in the intelligence report."

"Its function is to provide fertilizer for that building called... the greenhouse, which seems to be able to grow food in winter without relying on magic."

Bizan narrowed his tiger eyes, looking at the distant woods and the orc employees moving about on the road.

Upon seeing the convoy, the orc employees all distanced themselves in fear and quickened their pace.

Clearly, these are all peasant beastmen who migrated from the south, and they know how to respect "Tiger Skin Lord".

Bizan scoffed dismissively.

"So, these new laborers at Haisen Port just want to work here, right?"

The wolf-woman secretary nodded.

"Yes, Lord Bizan, the good treatment of Roland Group employees has already spread among the common folk."

"Furthermore, Roland Kane is quite fond of orc employees and doesn't discriminate against orcs much."

"This has led to newly arrived people trying to get here instead of prioritizing our '7 a. m. opening'."

Bizan showed a knowing look.

No wonder the lowly orcs brought in from the port recently are unwilling to work at the club.

These guys always gather together with shifty eyes, whispering and discussing how to make money in the old port area.

So, this is the rising star among the candidates for Holy Maiden in the capital, who has started a farming business and is recruiting people everywhere.

"Damn it," Bizzan cursed under his breath.

"Isn't this going against us?"

"Without cheap kemonomimi girls, how can we continue to run the club?"

"Moreover, those succubi in Pink Harbor have come up with new tricks, and we've already lost quite a few customers."

Upon hearing this, the secretary, a wolf-woman, added in a timely manner.

"Lord Bizan, Pink Harbor is a partner of the Roland Group. I suspect they are working together to target us."

"Pink Harbor is confronting us head-on, while the Roland Group is cutting off our labor supply and tricking all the animal-eared girls into working in greenhouses."

The wolf girl showed a disdainful expression.

"Do you know how Lauren Kahn promoted herself?"

"She offers her employees food, lodging, and medical treatment—it sounds like a scam. I think that Roland is just bragging."

"If they really offer such good treatment, I'm afraid I won't even earn many gold coins. Oh, I misspoke."

The wolf woman narrowed her eyes to slits, a mocking expression on her alluring face.

"If Roland does this, she'll probably lose a lot of gold coins."

Bizan wholeheartedly agrees.

As a member of the management team who opened at 7 a. m., he naturally understood how difficult it was to start a business.

If employees are treated too well, the bosses will find it difficult to maintain their comfortable lifestyles.

Luxury carriages, a select group of maids, Northern snowflake steak, fine elven wine, comfortable magical clothing, and high-end meals for magical pets...

None of these are free.

Giving those glittering gold coins to peasants, what is that if not a sin?

Does a peasant like him know how to appreciate fine wine?

Alas! The common people only need to work hard to sell themselves and dance, while the nobles have many more things to consider.

Bi sighed and extended his palm.

The wolf girl immediately pulled out a monocular telescope enchanted with Eagle Eye from under her skirt and placed it in Bizan's hand.

Bizan held the binoculars up to his eyes and looked at the inner ring residential area in the distance.

In the center of the residential area, a huge domed greenhouse can be seen, and through the reinforced glass, one can vaguely see the enormous trees inside.

He scoffed.

"You're right, Roland would never give such good treatment."

"Such a large building must have squeezed a lot of money out of the common people. The nobles in the capital are no ordinary people either."

"We've made money and gained a good reputation, so we should continue learning."

The wolf girl gave a fawning smile, her words belittling Roland.

"My lord, Roland Kane is all talk and no action. If you have the chance, bring her here for you to boast about and test your skills."

Upon hearing the wolf girl's words, Bizzan couldn't help but think of the Pink Harbor promotional brochure.

That book, "The Cat Saintess Photo Album".

According to those who have seen Roland in person, the real Roland is far more alluring than the succubus portrayed in the picture book.

This is all without using illusion magic to create a fake.

Unfortunately, the picture book didn't quite suit his taste.

The succubus above could have dressed up as anything, but she dressed up as a catgirl maid.

In the southern oases, the most alluring creatures are undoubtedly the foxes, especially the golden-haired royalty—those are the kind of exquisite creatures that nobles should enjoy.

He waved to stop the wolf girl from continuing and stretched his neck.

"It's best to avoid such offensive remarks, at least for now, Roland still has Serafie backing her."

The wolf girl's momentum faltered, and she revealed an embarrassed expression.

"You mean that traitorous saintess from the Church of Light?"

Bizan glared at the wolf girl, who quickly covered her mouth and tucked her wolf tail between her thighs.

"The matter is not yet settled, so we shouldn't make any comments about other people's family affairs."

"After all, we and Saintess Ilona are still friendly partners."

"If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for shutting up your little wolf mouth."

Bizan outwardly reprimanded him, but his eyes held a gloating expression.

It's unclear whether they were mocking Serafie or Roland, whom they were about to meet.

P. S.: Thanks to [Jame牢詹] for the "Master Certification" donation, and thanks to the boss!