Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

After Ms. Tree finished her rant, she slumped back in her chair.

She was exhausted, so haggard she was on the verge of tears.

The vines that had transformed from the hair drooped listlessly on the grass, as if the plant were impotent.

Roland first glanced at the haggard-looking Ms. Tree, then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the wall of documents on the desk and felt embarrassed.

Ms. Tree even called me "stinky orchid," which means she's really working herself to the bone.

Roland chuckled twice and came up behind Ms. Tree.

Then, standing on tiptoe, he reached out and massaged Ms. Tree's shoulders.

While massaging the tree spirit's shoulders, he leaned close to the tree lady's ear and coaxed her in as gentle a tone as possible.

"Ahaha, sorry Ms. Tree, I've been busy these past few days too."

"You know, I had to sell off Marcus's old stock at a high price, so I didn't have time for you."

Hearing Roland's words of yielding, Ms. Tree also perked up a little.

She enjoyed Roland's ingratiating massage, her arms crossed over her chest, her chin raised.

"Hmph! How dare you!"

"It's all because of your plan to short-sell grain traders; our group is now surrounded by refugees."

Ms. Shu stretched out her hand, first pointing to her own dark eyes, then to the government documents on the table.

"More and more government affairs, more and more food needs... and the number of refugees keeps increasing; I can't see the end in sight!"

"Please, my dear Miss Roland, have some decency. You can't expect me to handle the food and management of the entire group all by myself."

Upon hearing this, Roland could only force a smile and reply.

"Miss Tree, it's not that I'm deliberately exploiting you."

"It's just that our group doesn't really have that strong grassroots management capabilities."

"Without your help, we could only manage a third of the current population at most."

Roland paused as soon as she spoke.

Thinking of those grassroots management staff who had received less than three months of training and could barely write reports or perform basic arithmetic, I suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She hesitated for a moment, then changed her words with a shifty look in her eyes.

"Hmm, it should be able to control about one-fifth..."

"Anyway, Miss Shu, please don't give up! What will I do if you quit?"

Ms. Tree snorted again, shook her shoulders, and shook off Roland's massage hands.

She spun the vine chair around to face Roland directly.

But she didn't say anything, just stared at Roland with dead fish eyes and a haggard face.

Roland felt even more embarrassed.

Having experienced the hardships of cattle and horses on Earth, she deeply understands Ms. Shu's current feelings and mental state.

However, now she has become the boss who oppresses the cattle and horses.

And the target of his oppression was his good friend, Ms. Tree.

Roland felt increasingly ashamed the more she thought about it.

The image of Ms. Tree as a zombie reminded her of a certain night before.

That day, when Lady Tree consumed her own essence to support Roland, she did not utter a single complaint.

In the end, all they could do was pick up the baby bottle that Renee had left behind and use the hair vines to absorb the remaining Roland brand milk.

If Roland hadn't happened to discover it, Ms. Tree would have been pitifully left to eat scraps.

It's the same this time.

If she hadn't discovered the greenhouse production decline, she probably would have completely forgotten about Ms. Tree.

"Ugh."

Roland sighed softly and moved closer to Lady Tree.

Even when sitting in a chair, the 2.2-meter-tall Ms. Tree is still a full meter taller than Roland standing up.

Roland raised her head, looked up at the Tree Lady, and took the Tree Spirit's hand from the armrest.

"Ms. Tree, the squeaky wheel gets the grease."

Ms. Tree: "???"

Three large question marks appeared on the 2.2-meter-tall tree spirit's head. It tilted its head slightly and looked at Roland, who had suddenly changed the subject.

Why are you suddenly saying that?

A slight feeling of nervousness rose in her heart.

The mention of milk in this conversation suggests that Roland may have discovered something.

Could it be that my petty theft and excessive drinking have been discovered?

Roland sighed again, her eyes filled with sympathy and care.

What I mean is, if you encounter any difficulties, you must tell me.

"We're best buddies, I'll definitely treat you well."

Ms. Shu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, so that's what it means!"

"Otherwise what?" Roland looked at Ms. Tree with a puzzled expression.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Ms. Shu responded immediately.

"There's nothing wrong with it, you're just overthinking it."

"If you don't come to visit me today, I'll bring a table downstairs and protest to you tomorrow."

Roland looked completely bewildered, glancing at Ms. Tree's desk out of the corner of her eye, her lips twitching.

The desk is 1.3 meters high, and the government documents on it are 1.1 meters high, which together are equivalent to one and a half times my height.

She laughed awkwardly twice, then swallowed hard.

"Why are you protesting against me by carrying a table?"

"Of course, it's so you can experience what it's like to have endless government documents to review!"

Ms. Shu raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips.

"Honestly, we tree spirits are the slowest-paced race."

"But you've forced me to become like those assembly line workers in a factory, you're truly despicable."

Roland could only meekly agree.

There was no way around it; she was also afraid of that pile of documents.

Even when there was only a small dormitory area, it already gave her a lot of headaches.

If I were to take over Ms. Tree's current job, even if she grew eight tentacles, she still wouldn't be able to keep up with the revisions.

Seeing Ms. Tree's pitiful yet angry appearance, Roland had no choice but to steel her heart.

I opened the system interface and looked at the balance at the top.

[Faith Points: 57]

These are the points of faith that were looted during the more than twenty days of rescuing refugees.

Thanks to the high grain prices that drove people to desperation, Roland's harvest of faith became much more efficient.

I've now filled up my quota for one "Faith Honey" account.

Roland revealed a determined look in her eyes.

"Miss Tree, let me concoct another bottle of Ascension Potion for you, so that it won't be so difficult for you to accelerate the ripening of your crops."

Ms. Shu was taken aback.

What is the Sublimation Potion?

Oh, right, it's that miracle potion that can increase divine power.

She looked surprised.

"You've managed to concoct that potion that increases divine power again? It's like you're buying it in bulk!"

Roland said stiffly, her little face tense.

"Potions are like water in a sponge; you can always squeeze some out. This is my last stock."

Ms. Tree looked at Roland suspiciously, her gaze lingering on Roland's fox ears and tail, trying to discern something.

"This stuff isn't like milk, which is actually quite abundant, is it?"

"How is that possible!"

Roland immediately bristled.

"That's 500,000...that's something very precious, how can it be compared to that?"

How can free milk be compared to honey worth 500,000?

Upon hearing this, Ms. Shu's expression brightened slightly.

Roland's performance didn't seem fake; it seems this thing really is a high-end product.

Seeing that Ms. Tree's complexion had improved, Roland also smiled.

Just when Roland thought she had appeased Ms. Tree and the matter was perfectly resolved.

The tree spirit, standing two meters tall, pouted its little mouth.

"The Ascending Potion is indeed a good thing, but I don't want it today."

"what?"

Roland was dumbfounded.