Chương 356: Breeding Techniques

The news that the Church of Vulcan had cracked the technology for high-yield crops did not spread widely.

On the one hand, promotion will take time, and on the other hand, Sakawien has just taken over the 7 o'clock opening, and the corresponding breeding facilities will take time to be established.

However, thanks to the high-yield seed samples she brought, Sakawien not only salvaged the relationships that Tiger Head had ruined.

Its network of influence is even greater than before.

The main reason is that an empire is a feudal state established by a monarch.

Most nobles had their own territories, and they were eager to acquire high-yield crop technology to directly improve the productivity of their territories.

With increased productivity comes more wealth and resources, and Magic saw hope for progress.

However, before Bishop Shakawien of the Spotted Hyenas arrived in the capital, only the Roland Group possessed the technology to cultivate high-yield crops.

Due to the power of the Church of Light, the nobles could only look but not touch.

All I can do every day is use tourism as an excuse to stare intently at the crops in the fields and scan them frantically with my detection magic.

I was so excited I could see green, but I still couldn't figure it out.

Not only did they not realize it, but they also unknowingly spent money at the Roland Group.

What a sucker!

Now that the spotted hyena bishop has been around, the blue sky has finally arrived.

The Church of Vulcan not only cracked the technology for high-yield crops, but was also willing to sell the seeds of high-yield crops.

Although Shakawien did not reveal the technical principles, the nobles did not care at all.

In their view, once they have the seeds, they can invite druid mages to mass-produce and replicate them, and they are not afraid of monopolizing the market at all.

……

Roland Group.

Half a month has passed, and the group's food business has gradually stabilized.

Roland enjoyed a rare two weeks of leisure time, with her working hours significantly reduced.

Even if you insist on studying magic books every day, you can still have a lot of free time.

So, from time to time, Roland would go to the Hanging Gardens to drink with the Tree Lady, or visit the Nightingale who managed the tourist area in the greenhouse, or go to the laboratory to tease little Renee...

In short, I'm living a very comfortable life.

If there's anything that's not going well, it's that the greenhouse production capacity is somewhat insufficient.

Because the food department is doing so well.

Besides spicy strips and potato chips, Roland also took advantage of the summer heat and the excess waste heat from its magic furnace to add production lines for dried crab meat, dried small fish, and biscuits.

Combined with the inexpensive seasoning recipe left behind by sheep, it was welcomed by the lower and middle classes and there was a large market demand.

The problem is that the greenhouse provided by the group that supplies the raw materials has a dome structure.

While dome-shaped greenhouses are not affected by the seasons, the cost of laying water and heating pipes is high, and a corresponding maintenance and management team is also required.

Once the scale expands to a certain extent, costs begin to rise rapidly.

In addition to Ms. Tree's auspicious harvest, there are also limitations on the scope of its influence.

Therefore, the expansion of the food industry has temporarily stalled.

Roland had to import some low-end raw materials from the Old Port Area Business Alliance to meet the dire market demand.

"Sigh, good business also has its troubles. I never expected our products to sell so well that even merchants from neighboring countries are coming to import them."

"It would be great if potatoes and rapeseed from outside were cheaper."

"Forget it, it's still a highly profitable business anyway. Sharing some of the profits with our allies will help build an unbreakable alliance."

"After a while, we might as well distribute some high-yield seeds to Marcus and the others to plant back home."

Roland lay on her side on the sofa in the rest area, propping her cheek up with one hand, pondering future development plans.

With her other hand, she used chopsticks to pick up potato chips and put them in her mouth.

Her calves, encased in black stockings, swayed gently, radiating joy.

Just as Roland was enjoying herself, the succubus maid hurriedly opened the door and came in.

The black-haired succubus was met head-on by a pair of black silk-clad feet swaying in mid-air, and her heart fluttered slightly.

Just as he was about to use an excuse to touch it, he immediately remembered his business and his expression turned serious.

"Miss Roland, that little saintess Thranduil has shown up again without warning!"

"She was accompanied by that prospective saintess maid, who is now in the reception room. It looks like there's some kind of emergency."

"What?!"

Roland exclaimed in surprise, choking violently before she could swallow the potato chips.

"Cough cough cough, what's that little sprite up to now? Quick, quick, bring me some water."

After a chaotic scene, Roland finally managed to get the potato chip out of her throat, her face turning red from holding it in.

Upon hearing that there might be an "emergency," Roland didn't bother to tidy herself up and followed the succubus maid all the way to the reception room.

……

Along the corridor of the reception room stood several white elf maids, whose magical energy fluctuations were already above the intermediate level.

The lead white elf maid bowed immediately upon seeing Roland.

"Miss Roland, His Highness is waiting in the reception room. Please come in."

"Um."

Without wasting any words, Roland stepped into the reception room.

In the reception room, Thranduil remained as prim and proper as ever, sitting elegantly on the sofa.

To the left of the little white elf saintess stood the Moon Maid, who stared expressionlessly at Roland as she entered, a strange glint in her eyes.

Today, Roland is dressed in her usual fitted nun's habit.

However, the weather was too hot, so the succubus maid in charge of the costumes "thoughtfully" added heart-shaped cutouts to the chest area and pulled the slit of the skirt all the way up to the mid-thigh.

Of course, the skin was not exposed.

Because Roland was wearing a white bodysuit made of magical ice silk, which was cool and refreshing, but also considered conservative in elven culture...

It is at least theoretically conservative.

Roland's cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes were moist, as if she had just done something wrong, making her look like a female fox in heat.

"Tsk, that's improper."

The Moon Maid cursed inwardly.

She discovered that Roland was a natural vixen; no matter how well she learned the elegant etiquette of the elven royal family, she couldn't hide her alluring charm.

Simply put, he can't hide his inherent flamboyance.

The Moon Maid muttered a few complaints to herself, glanced at Thranduil who was unmoved by Roland, and sighed with relief.

Well, Roland is, after all, a member of the Golden Fox royal family; we can't ask for too much.

As the saying goes, a leopard can't change its spots, and a golden fox can't shake its lewdness.

All I need to do is keep an eye on His Highness and prevent him from being led astray by Roland.

Where the Moon Maid couldn't see, Thranduil looked at Roland, a barely perceptible glint of excitement flashing in his eyes, and a happy smile curving his lips.

"Miss Roland, I'm sorry to have come without informing you."

You look great today.

"Your Highness, the imperial-style noble dress suits you very well as well."

Roland exchanged pleasantries and then sat down opposite Thranduil.

After Roland took her seat, the Moon Maid immediately took over the duties of the Succubus Maid.

As a quasi-saintly maid, she didn't use any magic, but relied solely on her agile body to elegantly and quickly brew a pot of fine tea for Roland.

Roland took the teacup, took a sip, and got straight to the point.

"Your Highness Thranduil, what brings you here today?"

"Something did happen."

Thranduil nodded, his face slightly unnatural, his lips opening and closing as if he had something difficult to say.

She mentally prepared herself before finally speaking.

"Miss Roland, actually, I've come today with a request that I may make."

"I hope you can help and contribute to the great cause of the church."

Upon hearing this, Roland's expression changed.

Generally, such a grand opening is bound to lead to something bad later on.

If I agree, I might end up with a brand on my body in two hours.

It's also possible that she'll be taken out to breed with some holy son to produce offspring.

Or perhaps she signs a soul contract with a blond boy, transforming herself into the seemingly cold but actually sweet Saintess, Roland.

That's how it's written in novels!

Roland's thoughts raced, and she feigned a troubled expression.

"Your Highness, I am merely a high nun with intermediate-level magic power; I am afraid I am unable to offer any assistance that may be too great."

"Don't worry, Miss Roland, you'll definitely be able to help with this."

Thranduil's long ears became slightly flushed and turned a lovely pink, her gaze wandering.

"Miss Roland, I would like to obtain Roland Group's high-yield crop seeds, including their technical principles and reserves."

After saying that, Thranduil looked away, no longer looking at Roland.

Originally, she planned to get to know Roland slowly and make this request when the relationship was right.

Unexpectedly, the Church of Vulcan has also developed high-yield crops, which are gradually being promoted in the southern deserts.

This high-yield crop is of great importance to people's livelihoods. Previously, only Roland possessed it, so we could proceed gradually.

Anyway, as a nun of the Church of Light, Roland wouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders.

But now the Church of Vulcan has taken the initiative, and the Church of Light must follow suit.

There was really no other way; headquarters had already given the order, so Thranduil had no choice but to ask Roland for it ahead of schedule.

If Roland is unwilling to hand over the technology, some coercive measures will inevitably have to be used.

Thranduil recalled the happy times he had spent with Roland, and a strange feeling of unease settled over him.

Sigh, I hope Miss Roland doesn't hate herself.