You, a dragon, are farming in hell.

Chapter 33 There is a great man who can heal your daughter's soul

Dalton is 35 years old this year. He has a neat short brown hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is wearing a faded blue shirt and pants, and there is an unyielding sadness between his brows.

Over the years, he has spent all his savings on his daughter's medical treatment.

His daughter's illness wasn't physical, but spiritual. If her body was sick, finding some herbs, potions, or asking a healing sorcerer to use magic could cure her.

But his daughter was sick in the soul. Even if he risked being burned at the stake by the church clergy and spent a lot of money to hire a black wizard to treat his daughter, the black wizard could not cure her.

Over the years, he took his daughter to the royal capital and the Flower Language Plain, and consulted all sorts of mages, potion makers, and alchemists, but none of them could cure his daughter and even told him to give up.

A damaged soul leads to a lifetime of idiocy.

This was the conclusion reached by many monks after they learned of his daughter's illness.

After spending all the money he had earned in his early years, he brought his daughter to the North, where he has stayed for the past few years to take care of her.

To make ends meet, he would occasionally take on bounty missions from the guild to earn some money.

Yesterday, Minister Connor suddenly approached him and asked if he was interested in joining Princess Sophia's caravan as a guard.

He refused.

If he goes on a long trip, who will take care of his daughter?

This morning, Minister Connor approached him again, saying that Her Highness Sophia wanted to see him and asked him to bring his daughter to the castle.

Upon meeting Sophia, Dalton was disappointed; he couldn't sense any trace of a dark wizard from her.

It seems that Princess Sophia wants someone to take care of his daughter so that he can join the caravan without any worries.

"Mr. Dalton, your daughter's soul does indeed have a problem. Can you tell me why her soul is... injured?"

Were you frightened by some monster?

She had just experienced her soul becoming transparent, but she was terrified by the enormous, terrifying corpse monsters of hell.

If Lord Distin hadn't returned in time and crushed that enormous corpse monster, her body would have been cold long ago.

A strange light flickered in Dalton's brown eyes. Could it be that this prince... could see the soul of his daughter Lyra?

"It's a Soul-Devouring Beast. My daughter's soul was damaged by the Soul-Devouring Beast's soul magic."

"Oh, so it was the Soul-Devouring Beast that injured your daughter's soul."

Soul-devouring beasts harm people by first damaging their souls. These magical beasts love to devour souls, and in places where they appear, people often experience the loss of their souls.

Therefore, once a Soul-Devouring Beast is discovered in a certain place, all the major guilds will do their best to kill it.

Are there still Soul-Devouring Beasts in the Northern Territory?

"Your Highness, can you... cure my daughter's illness?"

Dalton hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist asking a question, even though he already knew the result.

What if?

What if this prince could heal Lyra's soul?

"I can't cure it."

The light in Dalton's eyes vanished instantly; this answer was exactly what he had expected.

"However, there is an esteemed person who can cure her. I can ask that person for you to see if they are willing to treat your daughter."

If he's willing, your daughter should be able to recover.

Sophia smiled. She couldn't cure Dalton's daughter's illness, but Lord Destin's soothing potion could.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, can that 'Lord' you mentioned really cure my daughter?"

Dalton, who had been heartbroken, had a renewed light in his eyes after hearing Sophia's words. His lips trembled and his body shook. He wanted to take two steps forward, but he didn't dare.

"Don't get agitated. I can't guarantee anything, but I think... if even that person can't cure your daughter, then you'll probably have to try your luck at the sacred mountain."

Dalton suddenly knelt down. Sophia, who was lying in the rocking chair, quickly got up. "Get up, get up. You don't need to kneel before me. I'll ask that man tonight. If he agrees, I'll give you the medicine tomorrow morning."

If that sir disagrees, then there's nothing I can do.

Minister Connor went to Dalton before Sophia could and helped him up.

He dared not let Princess Sophia come and help Dalton in person.

"Your Highness! If you can cure my daughter, I, Dalton, am willing to die for you!"

"I told you, I can't cure her, but I know someone who can. You don't need to die for me. If that person's medicine cures your daughter, I will tell you that person's name."

Sophia walked up to Dalton, looked him in the eyes, and said, word by word.

She has already received so many benefits from Lord Destin the dragon, she cannot claim credit for saving people.

Dalton, who was half-standing up, looked into Sophia's eyes, a look of astonishment in them.

Princess Sophia's attitude and expression didn't seem like she was joking.

Could it be that "that person" wasn't something Princess Sophia made up?

Is there really such a powerful figure whom Princess Sophia greatly respects?

"If that man's medicine can cure your daughter, you can serve him, although he may not care about that."

"If that sir can cure my daughter, I am willing to swear allegiance to him!"

Dalton replied earnestly to Sophia, "During this time, I am also willing to do things for Her Highness Sophia."

"What's your daughter's name? How old is she?"

"Laila is eleven years old."

Sofia walked up to Laila and patted her head. "Such a cute little sister can't stay this silly forever."

"Take Lyra home with you. Come to the castle to see me at this time tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Sofia took Lyra's hand, took out five gold coins and put them in Lyra's hand, "Little sister, take this money, go back and ask your father to buy you candy."

"Your Highness, no, this won't do, I..."

"Sure, if all goes well, you'll become a guard for the caravan, and the cost will be deducted from your salary."

"This...this..." Dalton placed his right hand on his chest and bowed to Sophia. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Dalton left with Lyra, remembering the kindness in his heart. It would be better to express his gratitude to those who helped him through his actions.

"Minister Connor, didn't you say there would be several people? How come only Dalton came?"

Connor smiled sheepishly and said, "The other two aren't home."

"I see. Then bring them to see me tomorrow."

"Yes."

Minister Connor chatted with Sophia for a few minutes, then left to fertilize the land.

"Your Highness, the lord you speak of... is it the dragon from the dream?"

Shh. Just keep it to yourself.

Anna nodded; she could tell that the prince before her was beginning to trust the dragon in his dreams.

But is the dragon in the dream really as powerful as Princess Sophia described, capable of even healing souls?