Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

In the center of the greenhouse, there is a restaurant with a view of wheat fields.

This is a suspended restaurant with a lot of glass on all four sides, and there are not many seats.

The floor is made of gold-plated tiles in a starry sky color, interspersed with oak planks, and the tables and chairs are sofas with marble tabletops.

The seats are not only spaced far apart, but also naturally separated by vines and branches to ensure the privacy of guests while they dine.

As soon as Maomao and Honey sat down, they were amazed by the unique design style.

But what really catches the eye is the alluring view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Under the night sky, a large number of colorful fluorescent plants on both sides of the oak corridor gradually lit up.

Beneath the canopy of the central tree, nocturnal, plump bees flew out like flying lanterns, illuminating the greenhouse wheat fields.

The entire greenhouse seemed to have transformed into a scene from a fairy tale, tranquil and beautiful.

Meanwhile, under Roland's arrangement, a magically linked alchemical phonograph was used to create a surround sound effect, further enhancing the atmosphere.

Roland's singing voice drifted from within, echoing throughout the restaurant.

"Moonlight color, woman's fragrance."

"Tears break the sword, how long is the love?"

This is a completely new musical style, entirely different from the religious music of this era, and doesn't even seem like a cultural product of the same world.

Even the language used is entirely new, possibly the dialect of some elven tribe, with beautiful rhythms.

The melody of the song itself breaks away from the monotony of religious music, with its dramatic ups and downs captivating the listener.

Roland's voice was not as stiff as that of a religious choir; it was even more melodious and beautiful than that of a bard.

When the sound changes, it's like a kitten's paw scratching at the guest's heart.

The haphazard array of client service skills that Roland had initially unlocked to train succubi were now displaying their full combat potential.

It continues to deeply shock the country bumpkin guests from another world.

Cat MaiMai, being one of them, also opened her mouth wide and looked at the alchemical phonograph that blended seamlessly with the vine decorations.

She craned her neck and looked around.

The restaurant's ambiance, the outdoor scenery, the beautiful music, and the variety of novel dishes...

So elegant!

As a member of the management team who has worked at the 7 o'clock opening for more than ten years, she can confidently guarantee it.

Even the most powerful nobles associated with royalty have never enjoyed such treatment.

This doesn't refer to the level of luxury, but rather the level of novelty.

These things in front of her were definitely appearing in the capital for the first time, and she was very lucky to be among the first to experience the trend.

Unfortunately, because this restaurant is located in the heart of a greenhouse, it is only open to the group's core members.

If it were open to the outside world, those nobles who are keen on chasing new things and trends would definitely scramble to get in.

The little kitten Honey, sitting next to Cat MaiMai, blushed instantly.

"Wow, Lady Roland sings so beautifully! I've never heard such wonderful music before!"

"The cheese risotto was delicious too, and there were so many dishes I'd never even heard of before!"

Honey, who had never seen the world before, was almost dazzled.

Just thinking about the exorbitant entrance fee made her cat ears perch sadly on her hair, making her look a little dejected.

However, her disappointment lasted less than two seconds before the new food served by the maid drew her attention again.

"Here's your pineapple pizza, please enjoy."

"Thank you, maid!"

The waitresses, who worked in shifts as church maids, returned the smile and then moved on to the next seat.

Besides the cats MaiMai and Honey, there was also a succubus from Pink Harbor in the corner of the restaurant, enjoying a candlelight dinner with her petite beaver girlfriend.

In order to dine at the restaurant, these succubi would even use real money to exchange for group tokens from employees, which they would then use to reserve restaurant seats.

The same applies to this succubus.

Accompanied by the enchanting atmosphere created by the music and environment, the succubus gently placed the adult beaver girl, who was only 1.3 meters tall, on her lap.

Then he lifted the shy beaver girl's chin with his hand, and their faces began to draw closer.

Half a second later, a sticky, wet sound was heard.

The waitress who walked to the seat saw this and thoughtfully activated the magic circle switch.

The vine-covered partition wall immediately drooped down its leaves, obscuring everything that was happening inside the seats.

However, before completely covering herself up, the maid cautiously asked a question.

"Miss Succubus, is this beaver lady of legal age?"

"Don't worry, Miss Maid, I always strictly abide by Lady Roland's rules and regulations."

The succubus slightly parted her lips, which were still adjusting to each other, and her voice was cheerful.

"This adorable beaver sister is already several years old."

Hearing the sizzling sound, the maid blushed, secretly spitting inwardly, before grabbing the tray and walking away.

Outside the glass window, a shadowy figure, invisible to normal people, covered its face shyly after watching for a couple more minutes.

Immediately afterwards, it flew away from the Wheat Wave View Restaurant and plunged into the wheat field.

……

Outside the Wheat Wave View Restaurant.

A donkey cart arrived at the edge of the wheat field, and a young man in a manager's uniform got off.

The wheat field was half harvested, with bundles of wheat placed in the field. The beast girl, who had just finished her shift, waved her little hand happily to greet the arriving transport team.

The young man looked at the remaining half of the wheat field in front of him, a strange glint in his eyes.

His name is Euclid.

He was born into a fallen honorary baron.

After his territory and family fell into complete ruin, he came to the capital alone in search of an opportunity to rise in society.

Later, due to his high level of education, he became a member of the Roland Group.

Now he is a logistics and transportation manager in the greenhouse, preparing to hand over a new batch of fire wheat.

But what he has to do today is not just a simple handover, but also a major event with both risks and opportunities, which is enough to change his down-on-his-luck life!

That is to steal the complete fire wheat plant and then hand it over to the tiger-skinned nobleman with whom he is in contact.

This is extremely difficult for outsiders.

But for him, it was much simpler.

As one of the second batch of employees recruited by the Roland Group, he has worked in his current position for quite some time.

He knew exactly where the blind spots were and where the theft locations would go unnoticed.

To increase the success rate, he voluntarily switched to the night shift and maintained that position for a considerable period of time.

And today is the best opportunity.

The people at the central church have been extremely busy lately because of the animal-eared mud-legged creature.

Security teams were also deployed to patrol and prevent external infiltration.

The greenhouses, however, have seen a decrease in vigilance due to the bumper harvest and the fatigue of the staff working overtime.

Given that the Roland Group has never had a secret intelligence department, this theft operation was perfectly timed, executed, and carried out with the right circumstances.

Oxter strode forward, calmly directing the transport team to move the harvested wheat, pretending to carefully inspect it along the way.

The inspection team eventually reached a half-field of wheat that had not yet been harvested.

He lit a pipe, pretending to be taking a break from his busy schedule, and stood with his hands on his hips in front of the wheat.

The high-yield fire wheat improved by Ms. Tree is very tall, growing to almost chest height. At night, illuminated by the fluorescent plants, the scenery is still very beautiful.

No one would be surprised by his lazy behavior.

Night shifts are inherently more demanding than day shifts, and even the most honest and hardworking orc employees need to take a break.

Oxter seized this opportunity.

As everyone started moving the pipe, he deliberately let it slip from his hand and it fell into the field.

He then bent down and squatted down, pretending to pick up a pipe, but actually activated an inconspicuous iron ring on his hand.

The ring is a special spatial artifact. The Tiger-skinned Noble used an unknown technology to greatly reduce magical fluctuations, preventing it from being discovered by the nuns in the church.

In an instant, a small patch of wild wheat disappeared from the field, along with several handfuls of soil.

With these items, the tiger-skin nobles could have alchemists and magicians study their mysteries.

It might even help us figure out what kind of alchemical modification technology Roland used to achieve such a high yield of fire wheat.

As the greatest contributor, he was not only able to regain the treatment of a nobleman.

More importantly, he can also obtain a rare and precious treasure that can enhance his magical talent—a unique crystal.

Enhance your magical talent!

This means greater power, longer lifespan, wealth, and status!

Thinking of the reward offered by the tiger-skin nobleman, no matter how hard he tried to suppress his emotions, his breathing inevitably became slightly heavier.

He shook his head, stood up again, and walked back to the work team.

"Mr. Oxter, you look really tired. How about I cover your night shift tomorrow?"

A busy, honest beast girl suggested with a smile.

"No need, thank you for your kindness."

Oxter waved his hand to decline, exchanged pleasantries with the beast girl for a while, and returned to the transport donkey cart.

When his figure was completely blocked by the transport vehicle, the corners of his mouth finally couldn't help but start to turn up wildly.

As he expected, no one noticed anything amiss.

A bright future was within his grasp.