Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Moving shit?"

Upon hearing this, the nightingale looked at Roland strangely.

Roland, who is currently behaving like a noble young lady, is unexpectedly using vulgar language; it's quite a contrast.

She took the paper from Roland's hand and carefully read it.

That's when I realized that Roland's idea was simply to get ordinary people to help produce fertilizer, but she made it sound so disgusting.

"Miss Roland, the most important thing about composting isn't moving manure, but the other materials."

Nightingale spoke and sat down next to Roland.

"Weeds, fallen leaves, straw, sawdust, etc., are the main components of fertilizer."

"Manure only accounts for 20-30% of it, and it is usually livestock manure that plays a catalytic role."

Roland stared at the nightingale in disbelief.

Good heavens, isn't Nightingale supposed to be a cold-blooded assassin and a wicked capitalist elf?

Why are you acting like a proper farmer right now?

"Nightingale, how do you know so much about manure... I mean, fertilizer-related knowledge?"

Nightingale selectively ignored Roland's words and replied.

"I spent some time underground, where light is scarce and many crops rely on fertilizer to grow."

"Farmers in the dark underground areas almost always compost; I've seen quite a few examples."

Roland's eyes lit up as she looked at Nightingale's pretty face.

"So, you're a master at moving shit?"

"I'm not! Why do you like using that word so much? It's so vulgar!"

Nightingale patted the papers on the table.

"Also, the real stuff... composting experts are the lower classes. We superhumans can just use druidic magic."

Roland was curious.

"Like a tree spirit's life-inducing magic?"

"Yes, with a spell, crops grow very quickly. Planting and fertilizing are things that ordinary people have to worry about."

Roland pouted.

"That's right, extraordinary beings wouldn't personally go farming."

The nightingale nodded in full agreement.

"Yes, ordinary people just need to work hard at farming, but we superhumans have a lot more to worry about."

Upon hearing this, Roland couldn't help but grab Nightingale's cheeks and start pulling them apart.

Just then, the nightingale sat down next to me, at the perfect height, so I could reach it without having to stand on tiptoe.

Nightingale's wheat-colored skin was unexpectedly delicate, and it felt quite nice to touch.

Black lines appeared on the nightingale's head. It did not resist and made indistinct sounds.

"Miss Roland, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to educate you. You're talking about capitalism, you know? Farmers work very hard, you know, they depend entirely on God for their livelihood."

The nightingale pursed her lips and retorted.

"Even those with superhuman abilities have it tough; when they're deep underground, they have to fight all sorts of monsters and explore."

"Many places with light sources are considered auspicious locations, and even Warcraft is envious of them."

Roland hesitated for a moment and awkwardly stopped what she was doing.

Oh dear, it seems like what the nightingale said makes sense; the dark underground really does seem to be like that.

"Uh haha, sorry, I didn't ask for the details."

She gave a dry laugh, then realized something was wrong.

"Nightingale, you said it yourself, that's something that happens in the dark underground. Where on the surface world would you find monsters running around like that, and where there's sunlight every day?"

The nightingale was speechless, then puffed out her cheeks, which made her look rather endearing.

Roland then became curious about the customs and culture of the dark underground.

"Nightingale, I haven't heard you mention agriculture in the dark underground yet. What exactly is it like?"

"Could you tell me more about it? I'm currently developing agriculture myself, and perhaps I can learn from your experience?"

Nightingale then began her introduction.

……

Previously, Roland had heard some stories about the dark underground from the sheep.

The nightingale then focused on recounting her observations related to agriculture.

In the dark underground, although extraordinary resources are more concentrated than on the surface, the environment is extremely harsh.

The lack of sunlight makes it difficult for ordinary crops to survive, and potatoes and mushrooms take their place instead.

The former can be cultivated in places with special light sources, while the latter can be cultivated in a damp cave.

And most importantly, it's the mushroom.

In the dark depths of the earth, there exists a peculiar solid mushroom.

Solid mushrooms are generally purplish-gray in color, and a single one can grow to be larger than the palm of your hand and is extremely heavy.

Unlike other mushrooms, it has a low water content, firm texture, fast growth, good yield, and high energy conversion rate.

Its status is equivalent to wheat as a staple food in the underground world.

The only problem is that it is easily affected by fertilizer. If the fertilizer ratio is not right, the taste and flavor will be indescribable.

At its worst, it tasted like chocolate that tasted like shit.

Therefore, the underground races mastered considerable composting techniques.

Roland raised a question.

"Then why not let nature mages and druids use magic to fertilize?"

Nightingale looked at Roland with the kind of look one would give an idiot.

"Miss Roland, let's not even discuss whether sending superhumans to farm will upset them."

"Even if it were possible, draining all the magic power wouldn't be enough to feed an entire city. Do you think these commoners are going to wait for superhumans to support them instead of farming?"

Roland patted Nightingale's thigh, her taut, wheat-colored skin swaying slightly.

"Could you please use a more civilized term of address? They are ordinary people."

"So here's the question: where can I find these fertilizer experts? Do you have any connections?"

Nightingale hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked.

"Should I go find it?"

Roland countered with a question.

"Otherwise what? I'm asking you right now. If you can find it, I'll definitely reward you handsomely."

"Our current greenhouse project is facing a frighteningly large fertilizer shortage. If we can't make up for it, I'll have to ask Elizabeth to supply it."

As she spoke, she assumed the nightingale found it troublesome.

So she put on a pitiful look, forced out tears, and made her eyes look wet.

Like a little girl who has been bullied.

"Sister Nightingale, you wouldn't want Elizabeth to have leverage over me and use it to blackmail me into doing this or that, would you?"

"That little brat is the worst! She treats the nun like she's not even human!"

Nightingale's cheeks flushed instantly, and the sound of "Sister Nightingale" made her feel like her stomach was on fire.

Although his expression remained unchanged, his speech had become somewhat halting.

"Why...why are you talking like that? It's so cheesy."

"Just like... back then."

Nightingale refers to the video of Roland flirting with Caryl, in which Roland was quite nauseating.

It's cheesy yet flirtatious, like a kitten tickling the heart.

No, it's a little fox.

Roland's fox ears twitched as she looked mischievously at the nightingale.

This dark elf maid is good in every way, except she always has a cold face. Her slightly flushed cheeks and forced composure are quite comical.

On one hand, to encourage Nightingale to help with the errands, and on the other hand, driven by her perverse sense of humor, Roland went all out.

She jumped off the sofa, walked to Nightingale's side, bent down with her bottom sticking out, and whispered in Nightingale's ear.

Like the seductive Daji, blowing out a scent with a citrus aroma.

"What's wrong? Are you not used to it, or do you like it too much?"

"If you like, I can continue. As long as you can help me find an agricultural expert, I don't mind calling them all day long."

"How is it, dear Nightingale sister~"