Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Nightingale was so tempted by Roland that her mouth went dry, but she had to pretend to be calm and maintain an icy expression.

However, its long elven ears were already engorged with blood and red, trembling uneasily up and down.

To avoid losing her composure, she quickly explained.

"Miss Roland, this isn't about rewarding or not."

Roland was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, the nightingale resisted the temptation. Even though he coveted her jade feet every day, he now held firm to his principles.

Although finding people is a hassle, she will provide ample funding and equipment.

Roland simply closed the distance, blowing a breath of scorching air onto the elf's long ears.

"What's wrong? Isn't a reward enough for you?"

The nightingale's ears flapped rapidly, just like wings.

Roland chuckled, blew another breath, and her long ears fluttered once more.

Goodness, these dark elves have incredibly flexible ears. A human would at most just twitch a little.

She had read quite a few online novels before, especially Western fantasy novels.

It seems that elves' ears are quite sensitive, just like a catgirl's tail, though I don't know if that's really true.

For a moment of inspiration, Roland opened her small mouth slightly and gently bit the nightingale's long ear.

The nightingale recoiled as if it had been electrocuted.

Her face finally contorted with panic as she reached out to protect her pointed ears.

"What...what are you doing, Miss Roland!"

"How could you... how could you bite an elf's ear!"

Seeing the nightingale's intense reaction, Roland felt a pang of regret.

"Um, sorry, I was just a little curious."

The nightingale trembled its ears awkwardly and murmured its lips slightly.

"If you want to bite, you have to wait until night and close the bedroom door."

"What are you talking about?"

Roland tilted her head, looking at the nightingale who was muttering to herself, with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing!"

Nightingale rubbed her cheeks, reverting to her usual icy, mature expression, and cleared her throat.

"Ahem, Miss Roland, you don't need to beg me like this. It's not that I don't want to help you find an agricultural expert."

"The problem is, I'm still part of another faction."

The nightingale pointed a finger at the collar around her neck, making a pointed gesture.

"Aren't you afraid I'll hire a bunch of spies to gradually encroach on the Roland Group's territory and businesses?"

Of course, Roland wasn't worried.

This is for people to clean latrines, not for recruiting core members.

Moreover, she and Nightingale had fought together (against cultists), been imprisoned together (both were under control), and frequented brothels together... but not for the last one.

In short, we're good brothers, so we should give him our full trust.

Roland approached the nightingale, reached out and grasped the nightingale's hand that was pointing to the collar, revealing a gentle smile that could win hearts.

"The fact that you would say such a thing already proves your loyalty to me."

Roland reached out her other hand and stroked the nightingale's magic collar, then looked up at the nightingale with her pink heart-shaped eyes.

Can I trust you?

"Sister Nightingale?"

Nightingale looked into Roland's heart-shaped pupils, her moist eyes exuding a pitiful charm that made Nightingale want to hug and cherish her.

She couldn't help but lower her gaze slightly, looking at Roland's white silk-clad feet in high heels.

She recognized the jade-like feet she wanted to control after just one look.

Nightingale composed herself and nodded earnestly.

"You can trust me, Miss Roland, I will help you find a suitable agricultural expert."

"My coffee shop has taken in several women from my tribe who know about agriculture, and they are very suitable for managing the composting plant."

"Although they are eccentric, lack magical talent, have many whimsical ideas, are somewhat unreliable, have strange tastes, and are difficult to get along with, they are still very accomplished in mortal technology."

Roland froze, looking at Nightingale dressed as a maid.

"Your coffee shop? You own other businesses?"

Nightingale looked at Roland helplessly.

"Miss Roland, as I've told you before, I am, to some extent, a capitalist, and I have employees under me."

Roland was shocked for the second time.

Good heavens, her maid, who's always at her beck and call, is also incredibly wealthy.

"But I've never seen you handle any paperwork; you've always been a maid."

The nightingale smiled.

"I'm the boss behind the scenes; I just collect the monetary rewards. Most of the management is done by my employees."

"I only need to do some approvals normally, which doesn't affect my ability to be your personal maid."

She emphasized the word "intimate" slightly, but Roland didn't notice and turned her attention back to the matter at hand.

"Okay, let's get back to the issue of recruiting employees. Those agricultural experts you mentioned..."

"Why does this sound so unreliable?"

Nightingale thought of the dark elf sisters in her coffee shop who were always causing trouble, and her expression couldn't help but falter.

But after considering the atmosphere of the Roland Group and its development direction focused on ordinary people, she nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, Miss Roland, they should adapt to life here very well."

Roland was still uneasy.

"Then why do you have so many negative reviews?"

"Well, it's because they don't fit in. They went around seeking refuge with other sisters, but eventually they were all kicked out."

"In the end, I couldn't bear it, so I took them in and gave them a vacant position to support them."

Roland was speechless.

"How can I be at ease? Come, come, tell me in detail."

She pulled Nightingale back to her seat, poured her a cup of tea, and gave her a gossipy look.

To be fair, Nightingale's capitalist friends should all be well-off, so how come they have such a failed sister?

It's unbelievable that someone could be driven all the way to Nightingale's place to make a living.

Nightingale rubbed her hair and took a sip of tea.

"I don't know where to begin, but if I had to put it, the main issue is that they still believe in the Goddess of Night."

"Huh? Aren't you dark elves on the ground the ones who hate the Goddess of Night the most?"

Roland was surprised; she remembered how much Nightingale hated the goddess of the night when she had chatted with her before.

Roland would call the goddess's act of blowing herself up in a fit of madness the first person in the otherworld to achieve such an abstract feat.

Nightingale nodded, agreeing with Roland's words.

"Yes, we really dislike the Goddess of the Night, which is why they don't fit in."

"They were once the lowest-ranking elves, with no magical talent whatsoever, but under the tutelage of the goddess, they became scholars."

"Although they only work with technologies for ordinary people, like agriculture and water conservancy, their treatment is no different from that of the superhumans..."

Nightingale considered the situation from another's perspective for a moment, then hesitated before speaking.

"If that's the case, then I would also continue to believe in the goddess."

"But now that the goddesses have all fallen, they still believe in them so openly and spend their money on useless things every day."

"Several of my friends' funds were wasted before, and I was so angry my ears were spinning!"