Chương 175: Pure and Innocent Loran, Not Just Any Bad Girl

"Miss Roland, weren't you wearing black stockings at the beginning?"

The nightingale's voice was filled with sorrow.

She held Roland's jade-like feet, the vine-covered fishnet stockings on them so glaringly obvious.

Fishnet stockings are garments that have no function as socks at all, and are purely for decoration and flirting.

The most common place is the pink harbor opened by succubi.

Meanwhile, Roland spent a night alone with Lady Tree in the Hanging Gardens.

She replaced the conservative black stockings with revealing fishnet stockings.

What happened last night is self-evident.

Laura, unaware of Nightingale's thoughts, felt only shame and quickly made up an excuse.

"My socks got dirty while I was working."

"Ms. Shu happened to have some prepared, so I just changed into fishnet stockings..."

Upon hearing this, the nightingale's expression turned even more sour, looking pitiful.

"That's a lie."

"Now that things have come to this, Miss Roland, are you still going to lie to me?"

Her long ears almost reached her shoulders, and she slightly increased the pressure on her hands.

"Wearing those fishnet stockings meant to please onlookers, that tree spirit must have forced you to!"

"Well... it wasn't really forcing me."

Seeing the nightingale's sorrowful expression, Roland's momentum faltered.

"Nightingale, don't overthink it. Miss Tree didn't do anything to me."

Dark elves would never believe that.

"Did that tree spirit really work obediently all night?"

(Please remember the website 202s. tw for the fastest chapter updates.) Roland dared not look into the nightingale's eyes and turned her head to one side.

"We didn't work all night; we just rested for a few hours."

Nightingale's heart skipped a beat.

rest?

How many more hours?

Could it be the Battle of Red Cliffs?

She looked up and saw that Roland's expression was shy and rosy, like that of a young girl in the throes of first love.

He seemed quite satisfied with Ms. Shu's technique.

"hateful……"

The nightingale opened its mouth, but found that it had no right to rebuke.

She was merely a captured dark elf, and simply Roland's personal maid.

Ms. Shu, on the other hand, is now the core of the group's administrative affairs, and the pillar of the residential area and greenhouse.

Miss Roland had no choice!

Thinking of the tree spirit's massive vines and tentacles, and then looking at Roland's petite and easily pushed over figure.

The nightingale's expression twisted in horror.

When Roland saw the nightingale's comical appearance, she hesitated for a moment.

"Nightingale, are you... jealous?"

The nightingale remained silent, only filled with sorrow.

Roland suddenly realized.

Upon closer reflection, all the beautiful girls in the church, excluding the little girls, had enjoyed the service of having their lap pillows.

Khalil needs no further explanation.

The sheep bleated twice and three times.

Ms. Shu had just finished eating.

Even Jenny, an ordinary village girl, had nestled in his arms and called him "Mom."

In comparison, Nightingale, as a personal maid, is rather pitiful.

Roland offered words of comfort with sympathy.

"Nightingale, don't be jealous. I'll reward you with a whole night next time."

nightingale:"???"

Nightingale froze for two seconds, first with a bunch of question marks popping up above her head, then suddenly tilting her chin back, her expression switching back and forth between horror and surprise.

She pointed to herself and also to the control collar around her neck.

"Miss Roland, you... you're willing to give yourself to me?"

"Of course, we're good brothers who fought together."

Roland laughed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Sheep and Kalil have already enjoyed themselves, there's no reason for you to be left out."

The nightingale was greatly alarmed.

"There are still so many people?!"

"What on earth is going on, Miss Roland? How could you be so casual!"

Her expression was even more distorted than before.

When exactly did her Miss Roland become one of the church's women...?

Hearing Nightingale's exclamation, Roland shrugged helplessly.

"I didn't want to either. They kept begging for lap pillows and even secretly called me 'Mom.' I was so embarrassed."

"What knee pillow?"

Nightingale's expression froze, and her gaze shifted to Roland's rounded thighs.

Even the thick maid's skirt couldn't hide her elegant curves.

"Miss Roland, is your so-called 'sleeping service' just providing lap pillows?"

"What else? Did you think it was something improper?"

Roland tilted her head.

"And what do they mean by 'just a lap pillow'? They're so annoying."

"Especially Nana upstairs, I have to tell her stories, feed her snacks, and pet her tail while I tell her stories. I'm so tired!"

Nightingale's lips twitched as she looked at Roland, who was grumbling, and pointed to the fishnet stockings on Roland's feet.

"Does this lap pillow need to be replaced with these indecent fishnet stockings?"

Roland's face flushed red as she recalled what had happened yesterday, and she gritted her teeth.

"It's all because of your stupid maid's cleverness."

"Making me dress so conservatively made Miss Tree so angry that she screamed. She won't work unless I dress nicely."

Roland concealed the leaf costume and the sublimation potion, and briefly recounted what happened last night.

Three minutes later, Nightingale's face turned pale and then red, and she could only manage to squeeze out a sentence.

"Damn it, this tree spirit is no honest person."

……

Having confirmed that Roland was chaste, Nightingale's emotions stabilized.

She received a promise from Roland that she could enjoy a sweet lap pillow lull to sleep once.

This made her so happy while she was doing her secretarial work that she started humming folk songs from the underground elves.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Lady Tree drank a new Ascension Potion, and her divine power increased once again.

The amount of crops she can accelerate to maturity has increased further, meeting the group's needs while also having a surplus for export.

Roland acted decisively, using more shell companies to disguise herself as a small grain merchant.

Then they packaged Marcus's old grain, along with the group's surplus firewood flour, and sold it to the grain-hoarding merchants.

However, simply selling will definitely dampen market confidence.

Therefore, Roland continued to introduce various grain restriction policies to create the illusion of a food shortage.

He even colluded with Marcus to spend real money to make a fortune for a few small grain merchants.

Roland used this method to try to bolster grain traders' confidence in driving up prices.

She was very much looking forward to the number of people flying over the Empire State Building doubling.

However, Roland overlooked her lower-level employees.

The group's employees live in constant fear, worried that the group will run out of food tomorrow, and tens of thousands of people in Xinya Street will not know where to go.

In no time, all sorts of exaggerated rumors spread rapidly among employees with low levels of education.

Near the composting plant.

A human employee looked sorrowful.

"Have you heard? This morning, the company organized its employees who were off duty to go out and find wild vegetables, and also asked everyone to learn how to identify medicinal herbs."

"Is our group going to collapse?"

The other person sighed.

"I heard even worse news."

"It's said that the food at the church has been reduced, and Lady Roland is only eating rye bread to save money for everyone."

Upon hearing this, the employee's eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Even Lady Roland..."

"Oh, Lady Roland is so kind. Being able to work for the group is the luckiest thing that ever happens to me."

"However, if we hadn't taken in so many refugees, the situation might not be so bad... They must learn to be grateful!"

After discussing it, the two felt that Roland's great act of leading the way in frugality should not be overlooked.

During his break, he went to the temporary refugee settlement and began to promote Roland's approach.

……

At the church, Roland closed the door to her office and sat down on the soft sofa.

She turned the sofa towards the floor-to-ceiling window, and with her hands, she picked up the abundant snacks from the coffee table and placed them on the armrest of the sofa.

Then, while enjoying the delicious food, you can admire the scenery outside the window.

As for the so-called "frugality," that doesn't exist.

They just put on an act in front of outsiders and fool those despicable grain merchants.

Once the door is closed, she's still a true Chinese foodie.

Enjoying the warmth of a heated room that makes you sweat, while eating delicious snacks bursting with calories—that's what makes it truly authentic.

At that moment, a notification sound came from my mind.

Roland opened the system with a puzzled look.

"What's going on? How come I suddenly received a large amount of faith points?"

The source of a large sum of income is unknown; it's an alternate world, which would be quite startling if it were placed on Earth.

Roland was puzzled and wondered whether she should order her men to investigate.

There was a regular knocking sound at the door.

"Please come in."

"Click."

With the sound of the door opening, Coco the cat and Jenny walked in.

The two of them had beaming smiles, especially Coco the cat, who was smiling like an honest, simple farmer.

Coco the cat waved the documents in her hand.

"Miss Roland, based on our farming experience and the Tree Spirit's assessment, the greenhouse can be harvested tomorrow."

"This year is absolutely an unprecedentedly bumper harvest!"