You, a dragon, are farming in hell

If the dragon before us is indeed the grown-up dragon, Destin, then that possibility is very high...

Because she also frequently summons the skeleton soldiers of the evil dragon Didin.

How did she know that the skeleton soldiers she summoned were the same skeleton soldiers that Diding had?

Because the evil dragon Diding wrote these things down in his diary.

The young dragon Diding wrote in his diary that the skeleton soldiers he recruited would be summoned away by some bastard every now and then.

He even said that if he ever caught the bastard who secretly summoned his skeleton soldiers, he'd beat the crap out of him...

Is this to make her pay off her debts?

Sofia pouted. Even if she had to pay off her debts, she didn't have to die so young...

Before reading the young dragon Distin's diary, she didn't know that the skeleton soldiers she summoned were all skeleton soldiers of the evil dragon Distin...

No, no, the baby dragon Diding's diary was given to her by her mother...

Her mother can also summon skeleton soldiers...

Thinking of this, Sophia gasped. Could it be that her mother owed a debt that she, as her daughter, had to repay?

My mother couldn't be that bad.

Perhaps she accidentally triggered a curse hidden in the diary by the evil dragon Distin, and then died suddenly to pay her debt in hell...

Sigh, forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. They're all dead, why bother thinking about them so much?

Seriously... even the evil dragon Diding is this big, surely he can't beat the lich Brann?

When the evil dragon Diding was still a fledgling, the lich Brian bullied him quite a bit.

Sophia sipped the drink the dragon had given her, glanced up at Distin, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, "The... Dragon King can't defeat the Lich Brian?"

Evil... Evil Dragon King?

What is this called?

"They've been calling me the Great Dragon King, do you think I can't defeat a mere lich?"

“You can beat him.” Sophia’s red eyes showed a hint of curiosity. “Then why didn’t the Dragon King subdue that lich? Why didn’t he make the lich Brian his subordinate?”

"I don't want to spend money to support him."

"?"

Don't want to spend money to support him?

Sophia thought for a while before realizing that the dragon probably meant it didn't want to pay the lich Brian's salary.

If someone works hard for another, they should definitely be paid.

Do ghosts in hell also need to make money?

What is the currency of hell?

Could it also be gold, silver, or bronze?

If she works for the dragon, will the dragon pay her a salary?

"Kid, have you made up your mind yet?"

"What? Oh... I... I've made up my mind. I want to stay in Lord Dragon's territory."

Thinking that the evil dragon Diding might not be willing to pay her a salary, Sophia hurriedly added, "Your Majesty the Evil Dragon, you don't need to pay me a salary. I don't want money."

"..."

Destin grinned. Was this kid afraid he'd chase her away?

What can you do?

What can it be?

Sofia thought for a moment and said, "I can taste delicious food, I can dance, I can..."

"Do you know how to farm?"

"Huh? Farming...?"

"Correct."

Sophia looked up at Distin and said uneasily, "Not...not for now, but I was just starting to research how to farm...and then...and then I turned into a ghost..."

When the topic of becoming a ghost came up, Sofia almost cried again.

She didn't lie to the dragon; she had just acquired her own territory.

The people of the territory said that their harvests had been poor in recent years, saying that their land was mountainous and the soil was not fertile enough.

In addition, during harvest time, wild beasts, monsters, and other non-human creatures would always ravage the crops, so the harvested food was simply not enough to eat.

Upon learning of this situation, the lord naturally had to find a solution.

During the day, she was still thinking about how to improve the land, make it fertile, and make her territory comparable to the Flower Language Plain.

She died suddenly before she could come up with a solution...

"Farming is indeed a technical job that requires research, such as when to fertilize the land and what kind of fertilizer to use to nourish the land."

"You want to learn farming? Luckily, my skeleton soldiers know how. I'll have them teach you."

"Okay...okay."

You could learn to farm from the skeleton soldiers, and once you've mastered it, ask the dragon if it can send you messages in your dreams...

If possible, she would pass on the skills she had learned to Anna through a dream.

Anna is her guardian knight.

But... something still feels off...

Farming in hell...

Ok?

correct!

They've all become ghosts, so why do they still want to farm in hell?

Can crops grow in hell?

If ghosts don't eat, what's the point of farming?

"Evil Dragon King, do ghosts eat?"

"Ghosts don't eat, but I'm a living dragon, not a ghost, so... I want to eat. And while I'm at it, I'll see if I can grow food that ghosts can eat."

“…”

You, a dragon, don't even think about wreaking havoc in hell, yet you coop up here farming...

Is that correct?

Sophia mentally criticized Destin.

She had never heard of any evil dragon farming while she was alive.

"Um... Lord Dragon, could you tell me your name? Calling you Lord Dragon... feels a bit strange."

Sophia wanted to confirm, to confirm the name of the evil dragon before her.

Let's see if his name is Distin.

"Distin".

Boom—

The moment the name "Distin" was uttered, it was like a bolt from the blue, startling Sophia so much that she shuddered.

The dragon's real name is Destin!

Oh no, her sudden death might really be her way of paying off a debt...

"Don't be afraid. After spending a long time in hell, you'll find that hell isn't so bad after all."

"..."

Sofia nodded with a forced smile.

Impossible! Even if she stayed in hell for a long time, she would never think that hell was nice!

This is hell!

Who would think hell is nice?

Even powerful and evil demons, given the chance, would dream of escaping hell.

Huh?

Did the evil dragon Didin never think of escaping hell?

"Lord Distin, you are alive, haven't you ever thought about escaping hell?"

Sofia mustered her courage and asked a question.

"Hell is my home. I love my home so much that I would never think of escaping."

"?"

Is hell your home?

No way...who would make hell their home?!

Aside from the mythical god of the underworld who might make hell his home, no other living being could possibly make hell his home!

Could it be that the evil dragon Destin wants to take over Hell for himself?

Or do you want to be a dragon in hell?

Sofia felt that hell was far more dangerous than the human world.

It's much harder to be a dragon in hell than in the human world.

belch--

Sofia burped; she was stuffed from drinking too much of her beverage.

Her belly was already full from drinking, but she didn't dare tell the dragon that she couldn't drink anymore.

The beverage bottle was slightly taller than her, its size comparable to the trunk of a tree that one person could encircle...

"Don't force yourself to drink if you can't. You seem very nervous after knowing this is hell. Relax, I'll have a skeleton soldier take you to see my fields."

"No...no, don't be nervous. Could you please screw the cap back on for me, Lord Distin?"

Distin grinned, stammered, and said he wasn't nervous at all.

Chapter 3: Am I playing with dragon dung?!

Sophia followed three skeleton soldiers to see Destin's fields.

The fields of Testin are black soil, a color that stands out against the surrounding dark red soil.

As soon as Sofia entered this black soil, she sensed its extraordinary nature.

The black soil beneath my feet contains a faint life force and exudes a subtle fragrance.

Before she died suddenly, she went to the fields with the old farmers in the area. It was just ordinary yellow soil with little fertility.

If the people of the territory can grow crops on this black soil, they will surely have a bumper harvest every year.

I wonder how the evil dragon Didin cultivated and irrigated this black soil.

Sofia squatted down, grabbed a handful of black soil, stared at it for a while, and then sniffed it.

Even after she became a ghost, she could still smell the faint fragrance emanating from the black soil in her hand.

Sophia was curious. She turned her head to look at a dark red mountain in the distance. Halfway up the mountain was a huge cave, which was the lair of the evil dragon Distin.

You can vaguely see the dragon Destin lying on a clump of dry, soft grass, resting his chin on a thick, unidentified tree root, his bluish-purple vertical pupils half-closed, looking relaxed and comfortable.

To be able to live so comfortably in Hell, it seems that the evil dragon Destin has truly become accustomed to life in Hell.

Sophia withdrew her gaze, stood up, and asked the skeleton beside her, "Hello, my name is Sophia. Can you tell me how this black soil was cultivated and irrigated?"