Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

There weren't any suitable clothes for the goblin girl at the spinning golden sparrow, so Roland simply took one of her own nightgowns downstairs.

Roland carried her silk nightgown to the sofa.

Tess was engrossed in reading the mushroom encyclopedia that Roland had just put down, completely unaware that someone had walked up beside her.

She even forgot that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, and a wisp of winter wind leaked in through the cracks in the window, whipping up a chilly breeze that blew onto her in the tavern.

The cold air made her smooth back shiver and she let out a short sneeze.

Roland chuckled and patted Tess on the shoulder.

"Little one, you're so engrossed in reading, be careful not to catch a cold."

"what!"

Tess was startled by the sudden contact and jumped up, her limbs swinging wildly in mid-air like Tom the cat.

Roland hadn't expected Tess's reaction to be so intense.

The sudden, intense movement caused the goblin girl's towel to fall off, exposing her naked body to the air. The cold air blowing against her arms caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Tess turned around and saw Roland. Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she saw her own naked body.

As the saying goes, "A lotus bud has just begun to show its pointed tip, but a tiger is already standing on its trousers."

She immediately clutched her groin and cried out in alarm.

Because of her imperfect voice, her exclamations were not only soft but also had a soft, easily bullied quality.

"what……"

"Tess, don't be nervous. We're all girls, what's there to be afraid of?"

Roland remained calm and expressionless, shook the nightgown in her hands twice, and skillfully slipped it over Tess's head.

While holding Tess's thin wrist and guiding it through the sleeve of her silk nightgown, she soothed her in a calm tone.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your small frame at all. My breasts are much prettier than yours. You're just a firefly trying to outshine the moon."

"I prefer mature, stunning beauties."

Upon hearing this, Tess glanced at the composed Roland, felt reassured, and quickly quieted down.

Suddenly, she felt a slippery sensation on her thigh.

Looking down over her nightgown, she saw that Roland's long succubus tail had been lingering on her thigh for a while, the heart-shaped tip gently rubbing against her skin, causing a strange itching sensation.

Tess: "???"

Three big question marks popped up on her head.

Laura, the landlady, aren't you interested in me?

Why wrap your tail around it?

As if by some strange twist of fate, Tess did not chase away Roland's tail, but instead reached out her palm and gently stroked the warm skin of the heart-shaped tail.

As her fingertips moved across the leathery tail, a strange, comfortable sensation coursed through her nerves like an electric current, traveling upwards along the succubus's tail and into Roland's mind.

"snore?"

Roland let out a seductive moan, then swiftly withdrew her hand from the goblin girl's skirt and hurriedly covered her mouth.

She looked down and followed the direction the tail extended, and her expression immediately became somewhat embarrassed.

"Haha, actually I'm really not interested in a thin body."

"You know, our succubus tails can sometimes be a little disobedient, hahaha..."

Roland chuckled awkwardly, wiggled her hips, pulled her tail off Tess's thigh, and let it wobble behind her body.

"Mmm..."

Tess watched Roland's actions and murmured a few meaningless words with her head bowed.

Roland's expression became even more awkward. Instead, she pulled Tess to sit down on the sofa, grabbed the fallen towel, and began to dry Tess's hair.

The atmosphere in the tavern grew increasingly awkward in the silence, making Roland feel quite embarrassed.

Finally, Roland broke the silence, picking up the mushroom encyclopedia on the table and changing the subject.

"By the way, little one, when I came downstairs just now, I saw you reading this book."

Are you interested in growing mushrooms?

When the topic turned to mushroom cultivation, Tess's enthusiasm noticeably increased.

She immediately forgot about being seen naked, turned to face Roland, blinked her large, lake-green eyes, and picked up the slate and charcoal pencil to write.

"Miss Laura, would you like to invest in the farm?"

"I used to work on a mushroom farm and I grew a lot of underground mushrooms."

"The mushrooms I cultivate are big and delicious, and I don't ask for much salary..."

"Investing in a farm?"

Roland was taken aback, then chuckled.

"Where would I get the money to invest in a farm? I just want to grow some mushrooms for myself to eat in the tavern."

Urban agriculture in the dark underground is completely different from that in the world above ground; it's a profession that only the extremely wealthy and powerful are qualified to engage in.

Land around Black Iron City is incredibly valuable, and the food industry is completely monopolized by the Great Chamber of Commerce. How could a powerless succubus from out of town, who had only been in the city for a little over a month, possibly be among them?

As for clearing land in the wild, the cost is much lower, but you have to face a harsh ecological environment, so it can hardly be called stable.

Who knows, one day the mushroom farm might not be built, but instead be swallowed up by monsters, or captured by trolls and used as a tool for venting their anger.

Tess looked slightly disappointed upon hearing Roland's answer.

Roland asked curiously.

"What's wrong? Do you want to farm?"

Tess shook her head, then nodded.

After a moment's thought, she braced herself on the sofa with both hands, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and trotted behind the bar.

Behind the bar counter in the tavern, there is a small, locked drawer that Roland prepared for her, mainly for storing her personal belongings.

She opened the drawer with a simple brass key, inside which was a linen bag filled with silver coins—her entire savings from the past thirty-five years, along with the two silver coins she had just received as wages from Roland that day.

Compared to the slums of the lower city, the Spinning Goldfinch Tavern is obviously a safer place, and there's no need to worry about the wealthy and kind proprietress Laura stealing.

She has now saved up nearly two hundred silver coins, which is an astonishing amount among the goblin laborers.

Her dream was to one day save enough money to smuggle herself to the surface world using the worst possible teleportation array, to that beautiful world that was rich in resources, had fresh air, and was said to be bathed in sunlight half the time.

Of course, her savings are still far from reaching her goal.

Legend has it that there was once an inspiring lowly succubus who, through tireless effort, mastered excellent cooking skills and turned her life around. However, she still had to work for decades or even centuries to save enough money to smuggle herself out.

Tess was not discouraged. She had now met the kind landlady Laura and gotten the job she had always dreamed of—high pay, healthy environment, and three meals a day included.

I even got overtime pay today!

Perhaps one day in the future, she will be able to go to the surface of the earth and take a good look at the imperial homeland that her mother misses so much.

Tess gently touched the purse, then reached her hand across the purse to another item in the drawer.

It was a cheap little booklet with a yellowed cover.

The booklet wasn't big, only a little larger than the palm of your hand, but it was as thick as two meat patties stacked together.

This is a book of mushroom cultivation experience she painstakingly recorded, stroke by stroke, when she worked at a mushroom farm. It encapsulates eight years of her life's work.

Tess stroked the old cover, her eyes filled with a hint of reminiscence.

She thought of the gentle way Roland had dressed and combed her hair, and a happy smile curved her lips as thoughts began to flow through her mind.

"Since Boss Laura wants to try growing mushrooms, let's give her this mushroom cultivation manual."

"The landlady will definitely like it."