Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

Miss Durra and Secretary Cecilia acted swiftly.

The two entered the shop, and amidst the greetings of the fox-girl waitress, they dragged Roland, who was swaying her large buttocks as she patrolled the store and gathered intelligence, to the second-floor office.

Office on the second floor of the Revolving Golden Sparrow Tavern.

The office was no longer the same as when Dura last visited; Roland had renovated it as well when she renovated the tavern.

The left side still retains the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a distant view of the commercial plaza, while the right wall is filled with bookshelves, brimming with various books about the dark underground and Little Phoenix Books.

In the era before mobile phones, computers, and the Internet, books were Roland's greatest source of knowledge and entertainment.

In the center of the office is an oak desk, its color slightly somber than that of the world above ground, due to its origin in the dark underground.

Behind the desk is a leather boss's chair.

Wearing a blazer, a pleated skirt, and a top hat, Durla sat in a chair, looking every bit the big boss.

Dura held the business report provided by Roland in her hand, lingered on it for a moment, and then asked suspiciously.

"Lola, you really didn't secretly run the kind of business that succubi are good at?"

"Of course not, my dear young lady."

Roland patted her chest and assured him, standing behind Durra's chair, placing her fair hand on the back of the chair, her tone somewhat aggrieved.

"Young Miss, don't you have the tavern's operating report in your hand? I wrote it in great detail, with all the sources of income and specific expenses clearly listed. Can't you tell if there's anything fishy going on?"

"As a succubus, I am fortunate enough to be appreciated by the young lady and Secretary Sissia. Why would I risk engaging in the business of prostitution?"

"My spinning golden sparrow is a legitimate business. Honestly, Miss, you're too stereotypical. Don't always look at us succubi with yellow glasses."

As she spoke, Roland walked back and forth between Dura's left and right sides.

She would move to the left, bend over, and complain, then move to the right, holding onto the chair and handing over more detailed business information.

It's unclear whether it was because she had become a succubus, or because she was alone in the dark underground and had no familiar faces around, which led her to unleash her true nature.

In short, Roland effortlessly performed all sorts of alluring little movements, and her heart-shaped tail swayed gracefully with each movement, leaving behind a citrus fragrance.

She looks like a seductive fox bewitching King Zhou, only her race has changed to a succubus.

But the words came back again.

Although the succubus's heart-shaped tail is rather slender and not as fluffy as the fox's, it is absolutely impeccable in terms of sexual appeal when paired with Roland's elegant and mature attire.

Secretary Sissia, standing to the side, saw Roland's flirtatious appearance and her cheeks were already flushed pink.

Especially when Roland switched sides, the twisting of her waist caused the fleshy buttocks tightly wrapped in the cheongsam to tremble slightly, making one want to lean forward and bury their face in it to inhale the moist, sensual fragrance.

quack!

Doing that would definitely be powerful and energetic!

Wait, what am I thinking?

Sissia took a long time to realize what was going on, shook her head to dismiss the strange thought, then patted her chest with lingering fear and muttered to herself.

"Miss Laura seems to be getting more and more charming. Is it because she has more money to dress up?"

"Luckily, the young lady hates succubi, otherwise she would have fallen into their trap."

Just as Sissia muttered, Durra's expression remained completely unchanged throughout the entire encounter with the alluring Roland.

She waved away the citrus scent emanating from her and frowned as she scolded.

"Lola, stop acting like a vixen and don't think you can get away with things by flirting."

"How could I have gotten away with it by lying?"

"Then why is your profit margin so high? You dare to sell a dish made with king oyster mushrooms for nearly five silver coins?"

"Of course, it's because it's delicious."

Roland completely ignored Dura's earlier reprimand, turned around and moved to Dura's left, leaning forward while holding onto the back of the chair, her full breasts trembling with the movement, and said with a smile.

"The Rotating Golden Sparrow sells pink king oyster mushrooms, a brand new variety. Each dish is like it has special effects, making guests feel like they can fly!"

"What a load of nonsense! Prepare two copies for me and Sissia to check."

"Dura gave the order," she said, then suddenly turned to look at Roland.

"There's one more thing."

"What is it, young lady?"

"The thing is... didn't I just say, don't flaunt your charms!"

Dura reached out, as if to forcefully slap open Roland's breasts.

"You succubus, you've been swaying in front of me non-stop, haven't you?!"

Roland quickly covered her chest and took two steps back, barely dodging the slap on her breast, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

Seeing her usually invincible charm talent suffer a setback, she cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment.

"Ahem, let's get back to the tavern."

"Miss, I instructed the kitchen to prepare a dish of king oyster mushrooms before bringing it up. It will be served in a short while, but it will take about fifteen minutes."

With the seductive succubus gone, Dura's expression immediately softened, and she nodded.

"Then we'll wait."

……

While waiting for the food to cook in the kitchen, Roland, Durra, and Sissia went to the second-floor corridor and leaned against the railing to look down.

From this vantage point, one can get a comprehensive view of the entire tavern's operations, which is exactly what Durra requested.

Looking down from above, the entire revolving Golden Sparrow Hall is half again as large as before. Although the decoration is not luxurious, it has a unique sense of novelty. The seats are arranged in a staggered manner, like stars surrounding the moon, surrounding the large rectangular table with rounded corners in the center.

At the center of the large table is a unique tabletop decoration, in which a miniature orchid tree, cultivated in a secret greenhouse, grows, constantly purifying the surrounding air, absorbing cooking fumes, and providing a pleasing visual effect.

The large round-cornered tables were reserved for respectable members of the middle class, and those who sat at them were often chamber of commerce employees with stable jobs, while ordinary people would usually sit in the regular seats.

Further out, along the windows of the pub, there are booths and sofas that form a "ring" along the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The "circle" is separated from the regular seating by a plant fence, and a step has been specially added to raise it slightly above the surrounding area.

Such booths were undoubtedly prepared for the nobility.

There were already quite a few demon nobles sitting there, and beautiful fox-clan waitresses moved between the booths, delivering plates of steaming king oyster mushroom dishes to the guests' tables.

Upon seeing this scene, Dura couldn't help but glance at Roland again.

This seductive succubus is quite clever.

By using zoning and landscaping, nobles and commoners could dine without interfering with each other.

The booths were also raised one level, which not only satisfied the pride and vanity of the nobility, but also facilitated the plants to purify the air and formed a ventilation channel with the orchid tree in the center.

Following Dura's gaze, Roland noticed that Dura's attention was focused on the booth, and a smirk appeared on her face.

"How is it, Miss? Is my layout and decor acceptable?"

It sounds like a question, but Roland's words are actually full of confidence.

The layout of this building is based on the knowledge of bars and themed restaurants on Earth. Compared with the medieval taverns in the city center, it is a crushing superior product. It is both inexpensive and practical.

Especially in terms of plants, Roland has already learned six moves and nine techniques from the Tree Lady over such a long time, and even as an apprentice, she can release small-scale ripening magic.

Its main selling point is that it's high-quality, inexpensive, and free.