You, a dragon, are farming in hell.

Chapter 63 Your forehead is dark; a bloody disaster is coming. [2-in-1]

His friend Xavier bought the Life Essence, which cost 1000 gold coins, for a mere 1 gold coin. It's hard to say whether Xavier made a profit or a loss...

Aston thought about it and felt that Xavier had made a profit. This quality of life essence could easily fetch 1,500 or 2,000 gold coins after leaving the North.

The price of "one gold coin" depends on who is buying it.

If you asked an ordinary person to buy a tiny bottle of water, no bigger than a thumb, they would at most glance at it and wouldn't spend any money to buy it.

Because it's too expensive.

If it were sold to specific groups of people who need it, this quality of life essence could be sold even at a premium.

That evening, when he discussed this issue with Grace, he wondered why Princess Sophia would price such a high-quality life essence at one gold coin.

Then Dalton suddenly said, "Perhaps His Highness wants to make it affordable for ordinary people as well."

After all, sometimes the person who needs this kind of serum to save their life may not be a rich or powerful person, but an ordinary person struggling at the bottom of society.

Dalton's words jolted him and Grace awake.

This explains why Princess Sophia priced it at 'one gold coin'!

Therefore, the price of "one gold coin" is not because Princess Sophia is foolish, but because Princess Sophia is kind-hearted.

For some people, a single gold coin is an astronomical price.

This kind of life essence is not only for the powerful and wealthy; some ordinary people also need it to save their lives.

Ordinary people simply cannot afford a thousand gold coins.

At this point, the price of one gold coin seems exceptionally reasonable.

Despite being a princess, she could see the people they ignored.

Perhaps Princess Sophia herself didn't realize this, but when she set the price at one gold coin, she must have subconsciously thought of the ordinary people they had overlooked.

"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and drink it... Wait... You dyed your hair? How come all your hair is blonde? Where did your white hair go?"

Xavier, who was a head taller than Aston, then noticed that his good friend's hair had stopped turning gray, and his energy and spirit seemed much better than a year ago.

No, it's not that he's much better, it's that he's exactly the same as before he was injured!

"You...you...you've recovered?!"

Xavier belatedly realized what had happened, and an expression of disbelief crossed his face. Aston's injury had been beyond the healing capabilities of even the clergy in the capital at the time, so how could his good brother have suddenly recovered after a year apart?!

"Well, I just recovered yesterday, so... you can keep this bottle of life essence. Once you leave the Northern Territory, you can resell it and make at least a few hundred or a thousand gold coins."

Aston put down the cake in his hand, smiled, and punched Xavier on the shoulder with his right hand.

"Brother, are you out of your mind?! Did you make some kind of pact with the devil to recover like this?!"

"Even the clergy can't heal your wounds, so no one in the North can. Can't you accept your ordinary self? And that's why you made a pact with a demon?"

In Zelvi's mind, apart from the Fountain of Life in the Elven Royal Court, only a demon could heal a severely wounded person overnight.

But this comes at a price!

"Good brother, don't be afraid. Come, introduce me to the demon who healed you. I want to make a deal with that demon too. I want to regain my sight in this eye!"

"It wasn't a demon that healed me, it was the Lord of Thunder, it was Princess Sophia." Aston pointed to the thumb-sized glass bottle in Xavier's hand, "The little girl who sold you this bottle of life essence was Princess Sophia."

"?"

Who is the Lord of Thunder?

I've never heard of it.

The little girl who sold him the life essence was actually Princess Sophia, the third princess of the Kingdom of Roland?

Xavier pictured Sophia in his mind, and he couldn't tell at all that the little girl was a princess.

He had never seen a princess who only brought one maid with her when she went out.

"Congratulations on your recovery. The guild leader would be very happy to know you've recovered."

Vivian walked into the dessert shop, circled Aston once, and her gaze landed on Grace's face. "Your parched and cracked magical sea... has recovered?"

Grace nodded. "It's been a long time since I've seen Vivian. Your attire is even more flamboyant than before. You and Xavier must have had quite a few young noblemen trying to chat you up on your way to the North, right?"

Want some dessert? I haven't touched the one on the left yet.

No, even desserts can't mask the bitterness in my mouth.

"Your demonic sea is dried up and cracked, and your spiritual power is damaged. Princess Sophia can heal you?"

"To be precise, it was the Lord of Thunder who healed Aston and me. Of course, without Princess Sophia, Aston and I would probably still be in the same dead state as before."

Sofia said that if anyone asked them who healed them, they should say that it was the "Lord of Thunder" who healed them.

Xavier and Vivian exchanged a glance, both looking on with curiosity.

Aston and Grace both mentioned the "Lord of Thunder," a name they had never heard of before.

It seems that the Fairy Tale Mercenary Group also lacks information about the "Lord of Thunder".

And the title "Lord of Thunder"... isn't it a bit too domineering?

"Is this 'Lord of Thunder' very strong? Is he a legendary powerhouse? Or a Saint-level powerhouse?"

Vivian asked curiously, needing to gather information about this "Lord of Thunder" before entering it into the files of the Fairy Tale Mercenary Group's powerful members.

"Aston and I don't know how strong the Lord of Thunder is. However, Princess Sophia has met the Lord of Thunder's followers, and she said that those who follow the Lord of Thunder are so strong that they are almost immortal."

Grace didn't exaggerate; she simply repeated Sophia's words as they were.

"!"

The followers are all so powerful they're practically immortal?!

Does that mean that those who follow the Lord of Thunder are legends, or even Saint-level powerhouses?

When did such a powerful figure appear in the North?

"Have either of you met this Lord of Thunder?"

"What a coincidence, Grace just met with the Lord of Thunder last night," Aston said with a smile.

"Don't listen to Aston's nonsense. To be precise, I only saw one of the 'Lord of Thunder's' eyes last night."

It's not fiction!

It actually exists.

Vivian thought that the "Lord of Thunder" was a powerful figure fabricated by Aston and Grace to reduce the presence of Princess Sophia and prevent others from noticing the little princess who could produce the life essence.

In retrospect, her guess was wildly wrong.

When Grace mentioned the "Lord of Thunder" just now, she subconsciously touched her left eye, and her expression became very devout.

She had seen that expression before; she had seen it on the faces of believers.

"Thank you, Lord of Thunder, for saving my brother Aston. From now on, anyone who dares to blaspheme against the Lord of Thunder in front of me will be slapped to death."

"Brother, now that you and Grace are together, pack your things and come back to Fairy Tale City with us."

Xavier didn't think too much about it; he just wanted his good friend Aston and Grace to go back to Fairy Tale City with him.

Vivian, with her fiery red lips, rolled her eyes at Xavier. Having received such a great favor from the "Lord of Thunder," how could Aston and Grace not pay a price?

"We're not going back. Grace and I have already sworn allegiance to the 'Lord of Thunder,' and we've also promised Princess Sophia that we'll serve her for over a decade."

Xavier remained silent.

After a long pause, he sighed, raised his hand and patted Aston on the shoulder, "We understand your choice and your situation. If it were me, I would have made the same choice as you."

After all, a great kindness cannot go unreturned.

"Was it the Lord of Thunder who made you serve the princess for over a decade?"

"No, it's that we volunteered to serve Her Highness Sophia for over ten years. Actually... Her Highness Sophia only allowed the two of us to serve her for five years."

You might not believe it, but that prince simply told us something, without even making us sign a contract, and then took out the life essence and soul-soothing liquid that the 'Lord of Thunder' had given her, and made us drink them.

They're not afraid we'll go back on our word.

Princess Sophia has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.

Grace smiled and silently thought to herself that Sophia was being sarcastic.

"That Lord of Thunder..."

"The Lord of Thunder probably doesn't even know that Aston and I swore allegiance to him. Isn't that outrageous?"

To paraphrase Dalton, with our current strength... we're not even qualified to meet that lord.

Oh, by the way, let me introduce you. This is Dalton, our partner.

Dalton stood up and greeted Xavier and Vivian.

Xavier smiled and gave Dalton a bear hug. "Aston's friend is my friend."

Wei An sighed and rubbed her forehead; she had already noted down several key points.

Lord of Thunder, Essence of Life, Soul-Soothing Elixir.

She also noticed that when Aston and Grace mentioned the Lord of Thunder, they didn't say the name "Lord of Thunder".

Is a name taboo?

And then there's that little princess, Sofia.

As Xavier dragged her away, she noticed a black and red lightning bolt mark on the back of the little princess's right hand.

Black and red marks...

This color... is somewhat dark...

Is she the Dark Princess?

It's hard to tell...

Vivian then thought of the faint golden fire mark on Princess Sophia's forehead.

The golden mark... represents holiness...

If the little princess is a dark princess, then how do you explain the golden fire mark between her eyebrows?

That's interesting. Looks like I'll have to stay in Twin Moons in the North for a while longer.

With his connection to Aston and Grace, he wouldn't have to worry about not having the opportunity to get in touch with that young princess.

As for the Lord of Thunder, let's learn his name from Grace or Aston before discussing anything else.

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Hell, a blood-red wasteland.

Diding was watering the demon fruit trees that had been transplanted to the sides of the territory's road. He placed his dragon claws on the demon fruit trees, and water gushed from his fingertips onto the trees.

The devil fruit on the tree emitted a faint white glow.

After watering the devil fruit trees lining both sides of the road, Diding raised his dragon claw and touched his left eye.

If your left eyelid twitches, it means either you're getting a promotion... or you're about to make a fortune.

Promotion is out of the question, but making a fortune is...

"Evil dragon Diding, you haven't returned that bloodstained angel feather to me."

The chances of getting rich seem slim.

Valuable treasures didn't fly into his territory on their own, but the worthless Crimson Lord Sienna came uninvited.

The fiery flames on Sienna's head transformed into long, slightly wavy, fiery red hair, and she appeared before Distin as she drew nearer.

She hovered in the air, flapping her wings, and glanced at Distin's territory.

The territory of the evil dragon Destin has changed quite a bit.

When she left, only a short road remained on the ground of the dragon Diding's territory.

Now, several smooth, wide, fiery red stone paths have appeared haphazardly across the ground of the evil dragon Didin's territory.

Scattered along both sides of the stone path were devil fruit trees and devil flowers...

Did the evil dragon Destin pave these fiery red stone paths himself?

Somewhat strange.

Sienna glanced at Distin, flapped her wings to increase her altitude, and looked down at the stone paths of Distin's territory from the air. She found that the haphazardly laid stone paths looked like some kind of pattern, rather than being laid randomly.

What kind of development does the evil dragon Didin envision for his territory?

Sienna lowered her altitude, flapped her wings and hovered in front of Distin. "You're a dragon who doesn't even seek mates. You might as well just build your territory however you like. Building something nice to look good is useless."

There are no living female dragons in Hell, but there are female undead skeletal dragons. The problem is... you, a dragon with flesh and blood, would you really want to fall in love with an undead skeletal dragon whose entire body is made of bones?

"That's why you can't beat me."

"?" Sienna was furious: "I can't beat you? Yes, I can't beat you now, but that doesn't mean I'll never be able to beat you!"

"A female demon who can only think about love and romance will never be able to defeat me."

"You evil dragon, Diding, I'll fight you to the death!!!"

Sienna opened her mouth and breathed fire, but Destin blew it back into her mouth.

"Do you want that blood-stained angel feather?"

"I want it! It was always mine!"

"Go and plant these devil flowers on the path over there in the park."

"I am a lord-level banshee! You can't treat me like a lowly skeleton soldier!"

A moment later, Sienna, furious, landed and, shovel in hand, began planting devil flowers along the park path.

"Why not let that human brat do this job?"

"They were summoned to the human world."

Diding squatted on the ground, drinking the sap he had squeezed himself, watching Sienna plant devil flowers. "After planting these devil flowers, you can plant some pink roses for me too."

"Why should I?!"

"Whatever you want is here with me."

Sienna was amused by Distin's shamelessness. "You evil dragon Distin, do you know what my dream is?"

"Want to have a sweet romance?"

"Get lost!" Sienna gritted her teeth. "My dream is to become a dragon slayer!"

"Lacking ambition."

Commenting on Sienna's dream, Distin slurped up a mouthful of tree sap, his gaze falling on Sienna's alluring face.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Oh..." Sienna seemed to have thought of something, her expression turning seductive. "Do you want to date me?"

"Your forehead is dark; you may be facing a bloody disaster soon."

"Are you cursing me?!"

"I'm not cursing you, but your forehead really does look dark." Distin looked into Sienna's vertical pupils. "Give me three thousand soul crystals, and I'll help you avert this bloody calamity."

"Dream on, I don't believe I'll have any bloodshed... Waaaaah..."

Before Sienna, the Crimson Queen, could finish speaking, she suddenly threw down the shovel in her hand, covered her mouth, and spun around in place.

Sofia, whose soul had fallen into hell, landed right on Sienna's head, causing Sienna to bite her tongue as she was speaking.

Sienna, spinning in place, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva...