Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

After Roland left the coffee shop, a furtive figure opened the door and walked in.

Caryl was savoring the taste of Roland's lips.

Upon seeing the visitor, he lazily swirled the brandy in his hand and asked:

"What's wrong? The Fifth Prince's Nightingale actually has time to visit me?"

The nightingale removed her mask.

She revealed the wheat-colored skin characteristic of dark elves, and a beautiful, ascetic face.

She asked coldly.

"What did that nun sell here?"

Carol swirled her wine glass nonchalantly.

"Protecting our guests' privacy is a rule of our establishment, and there are no exceptions, even if you are one of the Fifth Prince's men."

"She is not a guest; she is a key pawn in the Fifth Prince's plan. You are interfering with the plan."

Nightingale approached the counter and stared directly at Caryl.

"I want to know what Roland Kane sold to you and how much money he made."

Kalil's smile faded, and she frowned.

"Nightingale, watch your words. Don't speak to me in that commanding tone."

"My relationship with the Fifth Prince is merely one of cooperation; I am not his subordinate."

"What I want to do is my freedom."

"Not disclosing customer privacy is Pink Harbor's principle, and it's also my principle. Get out."

The nightingale did not back down at all and spoke:

"You are interfering with the plan, and I will report this to Your Highness."

"Tch! Whatever~"

Caryl chuckled and continued to savor her brandy, completely unconcerned.

Nightingale was a little angry and slammed her hands on the counter.

"You don't actually like her, do you?"

"I must remind you, she is His Highness's possession, not something you can lay a finger on."

Kalil was so angry she laughed.

She's been a sex demon for so many years.

This is the first time I've ever been threatened by a mere intermediate-level professional.

She unleashed a magical pressure, narrowed her eyes, and stared at the nightingale like a venomous snake.

"Little guy, if I were you, I wouldn't breathe on your master's partner in that tone."

"My cooperation with the Fifth Prince has not reached the point where it could hinder his business."

"If you want to be a good dog and help your master, you should find your own way instead of coming here and barking like a dog."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind letting your master eat dog meat stew."

Nightingale felt the heavy magical pressure and her face turned pale.

Is this really the pressure from fellow mid-level professionals?

Could it be... that there are differences even among professionals of the same level?

Forced by the situation, she had no choice but to lower her head slightly and bow.

"I apologize, sir, for my offense."

"I hope this will not affect your cooperation with His Highness."

Then, he slunk away from the coffee shop.

Caryl watched Nightingale's disheveled figure disappear into the distance, and then giggled again.

Then, holding the wine glass, she drank it all in one gulp, and thought of Roland again.

I remembered the so-called "code" she had given me.

"How interesting~ Erna of Fushan~"

"Where did you hear about the delicious little nun?"

"It's been so long since I've heard anyone call me that. The last time was probably six hundred years ago~"

……

Back in her studio on the second floor of the church on New Sprout Street, Roland took off her cloak and tossed it aside.

Then they cheered happily.

Eighty-five gold coins! Eighty-five gold coins!

She had never seen so much money, not even on Earth.

This is equivalent to her earning 850,000 yuan in one night.

If she were still on Earth, that would be a house in a third-tier city!

Of course, in this world, it's also a house.

If it weren't for the pressure of debt, she might have even considered living off the [Vitality Potion] and waiting to die.

Of course, it was just a thought; she still hoped to live forever in another world and rule it like a tyrant.

The gold coins were poured out of the bag and carefully stored in a safe in the studio wall.

That concludes today's work perfectly!

……

The next day, after another hard day's work, Roland closed the door, looking at the system with a bitter face; the faith points she had earned were pitifully low.

That's normal. How many believers can visit a church next to a slum? Everyone's busy trying to make a living.

She could steal a little bit of faith from each customer.

But that little bit of faith is far from enough for the system.

The resources required for even basic skills have increased exponentially.

For example, the [Low-Tier Alchemy] skill already requires 3000 Faith Points. Relying on only a few dozen Faith Points each day, it would take forever to unlock it.

She was heavily in debt and needed to upgrade her skills as soon as possible.

According to her observations, to gain more faith points, one must start with oneself.

What are some practical skills that are cheap, easy to use, efficient, and have few side effects?

Oh, there really is.

It's just that, given the nature of this system, it's somewhat shameful.

Encouraging herself, Roland used her remaining gold coins and faith to open the system panel.

"Successfully unlocked the skills [Nun Uniform Improvement] and [Gentle Sermon]".

As the transparency of gold coins gradually disappeared, knowledge flowed into Roland's mind.

The way he spoke during prayer sounded like a fox, and Roland was even afraid that she would be struck by the God of Light while praying.

A new nun's uniform also appeared in her hands.

Unlike the unisex monk robes, this is more like a seductive nun cosplay outfit from Earth.

The style is so embarrassing; if I wore it now, I wouldn't look like a nun at all.

She's more like a little succubus selling uniform packages in Pink Harbor.

But for the sake of faith points, she had to compromise.