Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

New Sprouts Street, Roland Group.

Roland learned about the outside world from the succubus spy.

These alluring and eye-catching succubi, though not adept at opening their businesses close to 7 PM, are still adept at gathering information about the surrounding area.

"Miss Roland, the grain merchants who are on good terms with the Tiger-Headed Man Bizan have begun to coerce and entice smaller grain merchants to take over their grain reserves."

"The shell company we arranged was also taken over."

As the succubus spoke, she covered her rosy lips with her hand and giggled.

As she was bending over to give the report, her soft, full breasts bounced right in front of Roland's eyes.

Two large rabbits dangling from above hopped around as voices came from above.

"Those foolish grain merchants are actually glad that they swallowed up the small grain merchants before you could seize them by force."

"No one could have imagined that our greenhouse production would be enough to meet our own needs."

Roland nodded, a smile playing on her lips.

She thought of her newly acquired lackey, the obese bishop Marcus, and pressed him for an answer.

"By the way, what about all that aged rye flour that Marcus hoarded? Did they eat it when they opened at seven?"

The succubus nodded, her eyes filled with admiration for Roland.

"Marcus has already sold 60% of his grain through shell companies."

"The remaining 40% is in our warehouse. Should we continue selling them?"

Roland turned her head and looked at the succubus and the nightingale standing to the side with a puzzled expression.

"Is that even a question? Of course we'll sell!"

"We have greenhouse supplies now, so we don't need any external rye flour at all. Why aren't we taking advantage of the high price to sell it off?"

The succubus was about to speak when Nightingale raised her hand to stop her.

The dark elf maid stepped forward and placed a document on Roland's desk.

The above shows the current situation of New Sprout Street.

More than a month has passed since grain prices began to soar, and the grain shortage problem in the old port area is becoming increasingly serious.

People began to add large quantities of Elizabeth's canned crab meat to their staple foods.

This has led to a certain increase in the retail price of canned crab meat.

This further exacerbated the number of famine victims, and the slum outside New Sprouts Street is now three times the size of the Roland Group.

Management pressure and food demand have been rising rapidly.

This has led to a serious problem.

"Miss Tree... is she about to collapse?"

Roland murmured, unable to resist looking up at the ceiling.

If you look through the floor in this direction, you'll reach the center of the Sky Garden, where the Tree Lady resides.

Nightingale picked up the teapot from the snack cart, then bent down to fill Roland's teacup with steaming hot black tea, saying as she did so.

"Miss Tree is really struggling to cope; you should go and see her."

"Her grain output has been declining steadily for the past three days."

"Given the uncertainty about whether the number of refugees will continue to rise, it's best for us to maintain some reserves."

……

Half an hour later, Roland finished her work and prepared to head to the Hanging Gardens.

The nightingale thoughtfully knelt down, wanting to help Roland put on her high heels.

But Roland quickly shrank back, looking embarrassed.

"Nightingale, I'll handle this little thing myself."

The last time Nightingale transformed into a gourmet food connoisseur, it really startled her.

She's still a little embarrassed, because in her opinion, the bacteria and hygiene on her feet are not good, and she shouldn't put them in her mouth.

Upon hearing this, the nightingale drooped its long ears slightly and stared at Roland with its large eyes looking up at her.

She just watched, her expression unchanged, without saying a word.

Roland naturally saw the nightingale's drooping long ears and immediately softened.

She stretched her legs forward again, and Nightingale held them in her hands, skillfully fastening the buttons on her high heels.

The nightingale's voice was tinged with amusement.

"Miss Roland, there's no need to be so shy."

"In my hometown, deep underground, in a region where matriarchal clans are prevalent, the act of kissing feet is quite common, much like the knightly oath of allegiance in human empires."

Roland blushed, jumped off the sofa, and dusted off imaginary dust from her bottom.

She couldn't very well blame Nightingale for her quirks, as that would only make her feel awkward.

He could only purse his lips and mutter something under his breath.

"Hmm, your customs in the dark underground are so strange."

Then he said goodbye and left the office.

Nightingale's lips curled slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips as she watched Roland's departing figure, a sense of relief washing over her.

Desensitization therapy is terrifying; it seems that reading more "breeding guides" and learning more knowledge is always a good idea.

Knowledge is power!

……

Sky Garden.

Roland stepped to the center, beneath the Tree of Harvest.

Since drinking a bottle of the Ascension Potion produced by Roland and experiencing the rich taste of honey, Ms. Tree's growth has progressed by leaps and bounds.

Now, the entire harvest tree has grown nearly 30% larger, with lush branches and leaves, full of vitality.

Even the plump bees that lived alongside them had grown fatter, looking like fluffy kittens.

Logically speaking, given the tree's healthy condition, there should be no way that Ms. Tree could have any problems.

Roland approached the vine-covered desk with a puzzled look in her eyes.

The results showed that the vine-covered desk not only doubled in width, but also created a wall of documents.

From Roland's perspective, she couldn't see the Tree Lady behind her at all.

All that can be seen are constantly waving green vine tentacles, seemingly engaged in some kind of work.

Roland had no choice but to walk around it, and then she saw a haggard figure.

At this moment, Ms. Shu was hunched over, and her 2.2-meter height seemed to have shrunk by 20%.

She was surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere, almost comparable to the somber dark elf Vina.

Her bright green hair was messy and split, completely unlike her usual neat and tidy hair.

Roland was terrified and quickly ran to get closer.

"My dear Miss Tree, what's wrong with you?"

Ms. Tree had sensed Roland long ago, but she only raised her head when Roland got closer.

Then her pale, ashen face was revealed, with drooping eyelids, bloodshot eyes, lifeless pupils, and dark circles so heavy they resembled a punk rocker's smoky makeup.

My lips are dry, and even a few glistening strands of liquid involuntarily trickle from the corners of my mouth.

Roland was so startled that she slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly two meters in front of Ms. Tree, exclaiming in surprise.

"Holy crap, there are zombies!"

"I'm terrified! Where did my dear Ms. Tree go?!"

Upon hearing this, Ms. Shu, who had been tormented by overtime work to the point of exhaustion, gave a bitter smile, a smile like that of a resentful widow abandoned by a heartless man.

"Waaaaah!"

"You shameless green tea vixen! You only remember me now that greenhouse yields have decreased!"

"Do you know what it's like to work 24/7, plus squeeze every last drop of magic to ripen crops?!"

"The capital city is the most, most, most, most, most, most, most..."

Ms. Shu repeated the word "most" several times in a row, and then angrily slammed her hand on the table.

"Even the most heartless, evil, stingy, and greedy factory owners wouldn't exploit such a poor young tree spirit like you!"

"You stinky orchid, I'm about to be completely drained!"