Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Roland felt a slight headache thinking about the spies who had infiltrated the group during this period.

Even though many refugees had just left, and Ms. Shu had only recently escaped the horrors of government affairs, she was already off to hunt down spies and traitors.

They were incredibly busy.

"Wow, not a single drop of my honey water was wasted! It's like feeding a top-notch cow or horse."

Roland chewed the food in her mouth, muttering indistinctly.

Hearing the noise, the nightingale bent down and approached Roland.

"Miss Roland, did you just say something?"

Roland shook her head.

"I didn't say anything specific, just that I was praising how capable Ms. Shu is. I'm even scared of the workload she has... *hiccup*"

As she was speaking, she suddenly let out a short burp and awkwardly covered her mouth.

This Krabby Patty is great in every way, even its portion size surpasses its predecessors on Earth.

In the past, she would have needed to eat two double cheese and beef burgers to feel full.

Roland looked at the crab burger in her hand; the large crab burger was still half full. Seeing Nightingale leaning closer, she instinctively offered it to the dark elf's mouth.

"Nightingale, would you like some midnight snack? I'm already full."

"what?"

The nightingale made a sound of confusion, and Roland also realized what was happening.

As Roland was about to put the crab burger back on the tray, intending to eat it later, she felt a movement in her hand.

Nightingale had already taken a bite of Roland's crab burger.

The dark elf reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her long ear with an elegant movement, her medium-sized breasts swaying in front of Roland, subtly caressing Roland's arm.

Roland felt her face burning, but the dark elf never took the hamburger with her hands, instead munching on it like a chick pecking at rice.

She had no choice but to keep holding on and, in coordination with the nightingale's movements, put it into her mouth.

The office fell silent, replaced by a somewhat strange atmosphere.

"Miss Roland, thank you for your hospitality."

Nightingale ate the last bite of the crab burger.

Before she knew it, she had bitten Roland's finger. Her nimble little tongue slid and circled the finger twice before she moved her head away.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland, I ate too fast. The new Krabby Patty is indeed delicious."

Roland's face flushed. She looked at her index finger and wiped it with a handkerchief, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Cough cough... Is it really that delicious?"

Nightingale looked at Roland's face, her eyes narrowing slightly, her expression meaningful.

"It's really delicious."

Roland was even more embarrassed. After wiping her hands, she immediately picked up the documents, put on a serious face, and returned to the topic of the spy intrusion.

"So, what's the situation with those spies and traitors that Miss Shu caught?"

"Them..."

Nightingale pondered for a moment, then turned to another page of the document.

"Most of the spies we've interviewed are superhumans. We put them in a vine cage and sent them to Pink Harbor. The succubi have plenty of ways to get them to spill the information in their heads."

"The traitors are more troublesome. Although there aren't many of them, they are still employees of our group. They are currently being held in the basement of the greenhouse, guarded by Ms. Shu."

Roland's eyelids drooped, and her mood also dipped slightly.

She had long anticipated that there would be a bribed mole within the group.

After all, wealth is a powerful motivator, and the allure of abundance and luxury is too strong for ordinary people in this era.

The nightingale cleared its throat.

"Miss Roland, there's a very peculiar phenomenon regarding the issue of the traitor."

"Basically all the traitors were human employees; not a single orc employee betrayed us."

Roland looked surprised and tilted her head slightly.

"Not a single one? Could it be that external forces haven't targeted the orcs for defection?"

"No, in fact, the orcs are the ones who have been turned the most, because a large proportion of them work in the greenhouse."

"Then why are there none?"

Roland was even more confused.

"Perhaps it's because of hatred. The orcs are in a very bad situation in the Empire, and most of them are refugees who have fled. Many of them live a very difficult life."

"Moreover, I believe that the methods used by external forces to turn the orcs against their cause have backfired."

Nightingale paused for a moment, then took out a photograph and handed it to Roland.

"External forces are using the orcs' relatives as leverage, demanding that the orcs provide detailed information about the greenhouse and specific details about the fire wheat crop."

"This photo is the content of the threat."

Roland took the photo and examined it, her brows furrowing instantly.

After a long pause, she turned the photo face down on her desk, her voice barely containing her anger.

"They call it external forces? It's just those dead tigers who opened at 7 o'clock. They'll use such insidious methods."

Nightingale corrected.

"Miss Roland, it's not just about opening at seven o'clock. The greenhouse's bountiful harvest has affected the interests of too many people and aroused too much envy."

"These defection efforts also involved nobles and merchants, with the United Chamber of Commerce of Haisen Port playing a significant role in them."

"Of course, the tiger-skin nobles are definitely the ringleaders. They suffered a great loss at your hands, so they will not let it go. The high-yield fire wheat is also what they covet the most."

Roland chuckled and slowly tapped the back of the photo with her fingers.

"Those damned tigers are like persistent ghosts; all they want is to get high-yield fire wheat so they can free up more land to grow mind-altering herbs and make addictive drugs."

"I need to think of a way to deal with them again. I haven't avenged the isolation of the old port area yet."

The nightingale expressed its strong agreement.

Even today, the beast girl deliverymen of the Roland Group still dare not leave the Old Port District, as Dead Tiger is keeping a close watch on them.

They were eager to capture and torture any beast girls in the group's uniforms they saw, hoping to extract information about the Roland Greenhouse.

For her, cutting off the group's financial lifeline was like the hatred of having her wife stolen; it was something that had to be chopped into mincemeat.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

There was the dull thud of leather shoes and the crisp sound of maids' high heels; judging from the frequency, they were running over, which made Nightingale and Roland frown.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and then there was a knock.

"Knock knock".

"Miss Roland, the head of the Lordaeron docks requests an audience. There's an extremely urgent situation that requires your immediate instructions!"

"Come in quickly."

The door was opened by a maid, and a girl with long blue hair walked in.

The girl's blue hair was tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head. She was wearing a retro leather jacket and slim-fit suit pants, with a tie on her white shirt. She looked like a businessman. This person was the person in charge of the old port area dock.

Her name is Hedrian Bernard.

Interestingly, her father's name was Stephen Burner, who went bankrupt after buying up large quantities of grain that Roland was reselling during the food crisis.

Hedrian, as the heir, sided with Roland and was branded with a deadly poison.

The blue-haired girl was soaking wet and looked rather disheveled, clearly having come to see him in the rain.

This made Roland sit up slightly.

"Miss Hedrian, may I ask what happened?"

Hedrian took a breath and said with a serious expression.

"Miss Roland, something terrible has happened at the docks."

"A smuggling fishing boat full of orcs is trying to dock and has sent us a distress signal."

"But what should we do when the fishing boats are being pursued by the fighting vessels of Heisen Harbor?"