Chương 164: Paratrooper 1 is Ready

As soon as the young nun said this, the crowd began to discuss it.

Indeed, no matter how exquisite their natural magic skills were, they could not solve Roland's food problem.

After all, New Sprout Street now houses not only the employees and families of the entire Roland Group, but also an ever-increasing number of famine refugees.

As for magic, although it is amazing, it still has to be based on some logic.

Even if a few extraordinary individuals possess a great deal of magical power, unless they are using cheat codes, they could never possibly meet the demand for food in the tens of thousands.

As for the grain that Serafi brought, it wasn't much.

Regardless of the current seasonal factors, the transportation costs alone are unacceptable to other bishops.

The Church of Light in the capital was not Seraf's sole authority; as the saying goes, even a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake.

These basic transportation tasks always rely on the support of the people working below.

It would be a huge waste of money to transport cheap rye flour to the old port area, which is not covered by magic trains.

At least a stone skipping on water makes a sound, but Serafie doesn't want Roland's money!

The rest of the church wouldn't be interested in doing this kind of business.

After some discussion, the nuns couldn't think of any hope for Roland to break the deadlock.

A rather unassuming nun named Thorn Sin interrupted the conversation, then stammered hesitantly.

"Could it be that Miss Roland really thinks we're that great?"

"Could it be that she thinks that just the few of us, along with our unusual greenhouse, can supply the entire group and the disaster victims?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, increasingly guilty.

Theresa's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this.

"That shouldn't be... possible, right?"

"Miss Roland wouldn't make such a basic mistake, would she?"

……

The days passed slowly amidst the nuns' worries.

To everyone's surprise, the Roland Group seemed to ignore the food crisis and continued to maintain normal operations.

Wages were paid as usual, Krabby Patties were provided as usual, and even the small banquets held every evening were still held as normal.

The nuns' initial concern turned into curiosity, and then into acceptance.

Finally, during one glimpse of the greenhouse transporting large quantities of sorghum out, he fell into deep self-doubt.

Even the most composed nun with her gradient green hair would occasionally mutter about it.

"Am I really that amazing?"

"Could it be that my natural magic has suddenly become mastered, allowing me to kick tree spirits, punch elves, and transform into a goddess of harvest?"

"No... these are all hallucinations, when did I fall for them?!"

"Yes, it must be thanks to this greenhouse. I have never seen a barley field that looks like a factory, with such a high frequency of fertilization."

"Miss Roland must be hiding something from us!"

……

That's what the Sisters of Thorn thought.

As frontline staff in the greenhouse, they have a good understanding of their own abilities and the growth status of the wheat.

Therefore, they would first associate it with Roland.

But the forces outside will not think that way.

It opens at seven o'clock, in a luxurious private room.

Tiger-headed Bizan slammed the report onto the table.

"Damn it! Serafie!!!!"

"Damn it! Serafie!"

Bizan roared twice in succession.

His terrifying tiger teeth were clenched tightly together.

His tone was filled with anger and even resentment, as if he wanted to tear the report in front of him to shreds.

The target of their resentment was the Holy Maiden of Light, who was far away in the Land Walk region.

Serafie Irina.

He received intelligence, and it was intelligence from within the Church of Light.

Serafi spared no expense in transporting a large quantity of grain to Roland.

They even dispatched their most elite nature magicians to provide ripening services for Roland's greenhouse.

The reason why the Roland Group has been able to quietly persevere to this day is entirely due to the support of Seraf.

The wolf-woman secretary standing to the side also looked troubled.

Thanks to Bizan's terrible mood, she didn't have to argue with herself while giving a work report today.

But she couldn't relax at all.

Because despite her and Bizan's great efforts to impose a food blockade on Roland, they had no success whatsoever.

If this matter doesn't yield any returns, the Church of Vulcan's influence will likely be significantly reduced in the future, especially with its opening at 7 PM.

The wolf-woman secretary sighed.

"Seraphim's attitude toward Roland is truly astonishing."

"If I hadn't seen the intelligence on Serafie, I would have even thought that Roland was Serafie's daughter."

"If we had known this would happen, we would have dealt with Serafie first. It just so happens that Saintess Ilona has contacted us again."

Bizan's face was grim, and his resentment towards Serafie and the Sisters of Thorn Sin intensified.

Especially when he thought of Roland's delicious fox form, his anger and lust intertwined, and he wished he could tear Serafie in two.

"If it weren't for Serafie, Roland would have already opened at seven o'clock."

"That Serafie is truly despicable!"

Bizan turned his head and looked at the wolf-woman secretary.

"Next, let's agree to Saintess Ilona's request and help them capture the traitors in the south. Maybe that will distract Serafie."

"Then you need to find a way to guide all the disaster victims in the old port area to the Roland Group."

Bizan looked at the Roland figurine on his desk.

He acquired this figurine by chance from a beast girl prostitute at a club.

The craftsmanship is quite good, and it bears a striking resemblance to Roland.

He let out a sinister laugh.

"Heh heh heh, you like rescuing people, huh? I'll let you rescue as many as you want!"

……

After Bizan's orders were carried out, more famine refugees indeed arrived at New Sprout Street in Roland.

Moreover, the scale even exceeded Bizan's expectations, and the simple slum that was built was like a donut wrapping around the Roland Group in the middle.

The reception room on the second floor of the church.

Jenny came to Roland's side, leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Miss Roland, the scale of the famine refugees far exceeds our expectations."

"Although we are deliberately guiding things according to plan, there are external forces doing the same thing."

Roland raised an eyebrow.

"Is it that tiger head that was raised by someone else?"

"Um... you mean give a thumbs up?"

"It must be him. How should we respond?"

Roland looked relaxed, waved for Jenny to get up, and turned to look at the sofa across the table.

On the sofa sat a plump, middle-aged bishop, who looked somewhat reserved.

This man was Marcus, the first lackey Roland had taken in with a tough stance.

"Mr. Marcus, it's up to you now."

Roland crossed her legs, and her somewhat harsh capitalist attire made her appear extremely imposing.

She stretched out her hand and spread her fingers, as if she had everything under control, and revealed an evil smile.

"We will use force to compel small chambers of commerce to sell rye flour to the group at low prices."

"Then we will purchase the grain from your chambers of commerce at 80% of the current market price."

"Please also subtly but clearly demonstrate the benefits you receive from our group."

"And to your colleagues, we accuse His Highness Seraf of abusing his power, using any means necessary, and of his shameless military oppression of small grain merchants."

"You understand?"