You, a dragon, are farming in hell

It thought that the evil dragon Diding was right; Wangcai had indeed been corrupted by that human brat.

"Dog, don't bother your Brother Ma... no, I mean Uncle Ma, your Uncle Ma is about to start a divination."

"What do you want to divine?"

"Of course, it's about divining whether Lord Destin's father is in hell."

The Nightmare Beast bit off a branch of a Demon Fruit Tree. "Fine, if you're not leaving, then Uncle Ma will teach you his divination skills today."

In the future, you can be like me, finding a flower, a twig, or even just biting into a stone.

Then count.

I like odd numbers, so... if the number of leaves on this branch is odd, then it means that Lord Destin's father is in hell.

If it's an even number, it means they're not available. Come on, let's order together.

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The first thing Sophia did after waking up was to ask Anna if the three ministers of the military had returned Skull No. 65.

Upon learning that it had been returned five hours earlier, Sophia breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked what Skeleton Number 65 was doing.

"What? Skull Number 65 is chatting with Agriculture Minister Connor?"

"Yes, Your Highness, Minister Connor has nothing but praise for Skull Number 65 and has been chatting with him for two hours in the dark guest room."

"Two hours?" Sophia asked, puzzled. "What time is it now?"

"Around 10 a.m.

Anna was quite frightened this time. Sophia usually woke up around 7 a.m., but this time she didn't wake up until after 10 a.m., and she was anxious and tormented for more than two hours.

Fortunately, Princess Sophia woke up, and she was still the same person.

"Your Highness, I've had Emily inform someone to prepare breakfast for you."

"No need, no need. It's so late, why bother with breakfast? I'll just have a cup of Life Vitality Tree Juice and have the kitchen prepare lunch."

"Yes."

Sophia got out of bed and found that her feet were still dangling in the air. Well, it seems that the curse of the evil spirit Edith hasn't gone away yet.

Sofia opened the wardrobe, glanced at the clothes inside, and casually took out a set to put on.

The clothes in the closet are all the same style. There aren't any good designers in the North, so there aren't many styles to choose from.

If you can't even get enough to eat, you naturally won't care too much about what you wear.

The clothes worn by the Northern nobles were quite exquisite.

Lord Destin designs military uniforms, so I suppose he can also design clothing for ordinary people?

Oh right, I haven't looked at the military uniform blueprints yet, I'll take a look later.

If Lord Distin's military uniforms are really nice, then she'll spend some more money to have Lord Distin design a few more outfits and shoes for her to wear every day.

After freshening up, Sophia took out a bottle of Life Energy Tree Sap from her spatial dragon scales to have as breakfast, and asked Anna to take her to see Skeleton Soldier No. 65.

In a dark bedroom on the second floor, Sophia floated in and saw Agriculture Minister Connor chatting happily with Skeleton Soldier No. 65.

A man and a skeleton are talking about farming.

Agriculture Secretary Connor would occasionally ask Skull 65 some questions.

Number 65 explained to Connor with a 'click-clack' sound.

Sophia was stunned; Minister Connor could actually understand what Number 65 was saying.

Is this what they call... a meeting of souls?

Skeleton No. 65 saw Sophia float into the bedroom and greeted her with a series of clicks.

"Thank you for your hard work, Instructor No. 65. You can go back now."

Skeleton No. 65 nodded. The human world is indeed not as comfortable as hell.

"Mr. Skull Number 65, I'll treat you to drinks tonight. Someone as talented as you should be my colleague."

Minister Connor, with his dark skin, stood up and watched as skeleton number 65 disappeared from the magic circle.

“Your Highness, Mr. Skeleton Number 65 has a unique understanding of agriculture. Could you perhaps have him work with me?”

"I'm afraid that won't work. Currently, number 65 is an instructor from the military."

"I'll go tell the military that the three of them are in the lobby on the first floor right now. I'll go to them personally to demand their return! Oh, no, I mean, I want Mr. Skull!"

"..."

Lord Destin's No. 65 skeleton soldier has become a hot commodity in her eyes?

Wait a minute, why did Minister Connor accept Skull Number 65 so easily?

"Minister Connor, number 65... is a skeleton. Aren't you afraid?"

Connor thought for a moment and replied, "I didn't sense any cold, evil aura from Mr. Skull Number 65."

Mr. Skull Number 65, on the contrary, gave me a very 'righteous' feeling, so when I was with him, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all; in fact, I felt quite at ease.

After saying that, Connor couldn't help but laugh.

He felt his words were a bit strange, but Skull No. 65 did give him that feeling.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly how you described it! I feel the same way."

Sophia clapped her hands; that was exactly the feeling Lord Didin's skeleton soldiers gave her.

She hadn't been able to describe it before, but now that Connor had said it, she finally understood why the skeletons of Distin gave her a 'different' feeling.

Chapter 93 Three Generals, Let's See How This Uniform Is

The skeletons of Destin possess 'righteousness'.

Others might think the person who said this has gone mad, but anyone who dares to spend time with Lord Distin's skeleton soldiers will definitely discover their 'uniqueness'.

In Hell, Sophia had seen the wild skeleton soldiers on the Crimson Wasteland; those skeleton soldiers had no 'righteousness'.

"No, I have to tell Strayed to keep an eye on his men and make sure they don't hurt Mr. Skull Number 65."

Minister Connor, with his dark complexion, muttered something to himself, walked past Sophia, and strode towards the first floor.

Sophia floated after him, wanting to ask Strayed if any soldiers had challenged Skeleton Soldier No. 65 last night.

Anna looked at Sophia, whose feet were off the ground, with great concern. The curse had not yet disappeared, and judging from her princess's appearance, she did not seem to take the curse to heart.

Whether the existence of the dream world is good or bad for Princess Sophia, she can no longer judge.

Lobby.

When the three military ministers saw Sophia floating down the stairs, they stood up and bowed to her.

Minister Connor walked directly up to Strade and said, “Mr. Skull Number 65 understands agriculture. If your military doesn’t need Mr. Skull Number 65, I would like to invite him to join the Department of Agriculture.”

"What are you talking about? How could we not need him? Mr. Skull Number 65 is now an instructor in our military. You old man, don't even think about messing with our military instructors."

When Strayder saw that the old man Connor wanted to take Instructor Number 65, his eyes immediately turned hostile. The Instructor Number 65 that Princess Sophia had invited was indeed highly skilled in military matters.

Skull No. 65 not only possesses excellent military skills, but also has proficiency in combat techniques and killing methods.

Last night, the Silvermoon Legion challenged the elite soldiers of Skeleton 65, and several of them were nearly killed.

If they encountered a skeleton soldier like number 65 on the battlefield, the Silvermoon Legion would be greatly likely to be wiped out.

He had encountered the undead army of the dark mage before when he was young, and had even fought against it.

But those skeleton soldiers were just cannon fodder; the Silver Moon Legion's soldiers could easily sweep them away.

However, if the Silvermoon Legion were to face a group of skeletons like number 65, they would suffer heavy casualties.

Skeleton #65's tactical skills are also ridiculously high.

If Princess Sophia commands an undead legion, then the fighting power of this undead legion is so strong that it would drive the living to despair.

After witnessing Instructor No. 65's military prowess last night, Cyril and Griffin both voluntarily joined the training team.

“Your Highness Sophia, Instructor No. 65’s military skills have exceeded my expectations. I apologize to you and Instructor No. 65 for my ignorance last night.”

Strayder walked up to Sophia and bowed.

"It's alright, it's alright. After all, the image of skeleton soldiers is deeply ingrained in people's minds. It's normal to mistake skeleton number 65 for an ordinary skeleton soldier when you first see it."

Sophia floated down to Strade and helped the old general up.

At his advanced age, he was still willing to stay in the army and contribute his talents. She couldn't possibly hold a grudge against this old general over such a trivial matter.

"Your Highness, please make sure to bring Instructor No. 65 back tonight."

"Ok."

"And Your Highness, we are preparing to establish a team codenamed [65], which will train under Instructor No. 65. This team will not participate in any training during the day, but will train under the guidance of Instructor No. 65 at night."

Is this alright with you?

"can."

Cyril and Griffin overheard Strayder and Sophia's conversation. They exchanged a glance, then looked at Sophia, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

"General Cyril, General Griffin, do you two have something to say?"

“Your Highness, we are concerned that the soldiers’ irregular schedules may lead to a decline in their physical fitness over time, making it impossible for them to complete some of the training programs set by Instructor No. 65.”

Cyril, with his short brown hair, voiced his concerns: training with Instructor No. 65 wouldn't be a matter of just one or two nights; it would take at least two or three months.

If you don't get enough rest during the day and train all night, you won't be able to maintain your physical fitness.

"That's true."

Sophia nodded in agreement. During the day, number 65 definitely couldn't appear; the sun was too harmful to undead creatures.

Evening training sessions, if they last too long, can take a toll on the soldiers' physical fitness.

Sophia floated around the living room, trying to find a solution. When her gaze inadvertently fell on Emily, she suddenly clapped her hands and unleashed the life-giving sap of the Tree of Life!

If the soldiers training at night were given a bottle of vital energy tree sap the size of a thumb, it should last them until the end of their special training.

A small bottle of Life Tree sap, about the size of a thumb, should be enough to keep a soldier's stamina up for three months.

“I have a way to solve this problem. You can continue training. When I go to the camp tonight, I will bring you a nutrient solution to replenish your vital energy.”

"???"

A nutrient solution to replenish...replenish vital energy?!

Is this kind of stuff really something that these rough, tough soldiers can take?

The thing Princess Sophia was talking about sounded like a rare delicacy that only nobles were entitled to enjoy.

Minister Connor was deeply shaken by Sophia's words.

The nutrient solution that Princess Sophia was drinking to replenish her life force... could it be the 'water of life' he drank before?

This prince... has invested too much in strengthening the military power of the North!

"Your Highness, the nutrient solution that can replenish life force is too precious. If you have any magical potions that can quickly restore the soldiers' strength, please distribute some to the [65] squad."

Cyril was alarmed, fearing that the prince before him might misunderstand his meaning.

For ordinary soldiers, the magic potion that restores stamina is already a godsend.

The nutrient solution that replenishes vital energy should be kept by His Highness for his own consumption.

"A potion to restore stamina?"

This potion is sold in the capital, and caravans from the Flower Language Plain may also carry it.

However, these kinds of drugs that can quickly restore physical strength have both advantages and disadvantages; some drugs have extremely serious side effects.

It seemed unnecessary to risk having soldiers drink this potion, and besides, she wasn't a pharmacist and couldn't assess the extent of the potion's side effects.

If Lady Distin could concoct potions to restore stamina, she would dare to let the soldiers drink them.

The medicine prepared by Lord Distin will definitely have far fewer side effects, or even none at all.

If your soul falls into hell tonight, you can ask Lord Destin if he knows how to concoct a potion to restore your strength.

"Hmm, I'll make a note of this. In a few days, I'll see if I can get my hands on this kind of stamina-restoring potion."