Farming with Entries: From Lord to Emperor

Luo De’s heart instantly tensed up, and he quickened his pace.

The Hunting Team followed closely behind, bypassing Frost’s massive body, lifting their torches to illuminate the path ahead.

The scene deep within the cave unfolded clearly before everyone’s eyes.

A Flying Dragon covered entirely in dark blue scales lay atop a pile of metal-glossed iron ore.

Its body was over five meters long, and when its wings were spread, they likely exceeded ten meters.

But now, it was motionless.

The giant body lay sprawled on the ground, with stout hind legs curled and powerless wings drooping.

The head tilted to one side, its long neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

Luo De had a bad premonition—he couldn’t hear the Flying Dragon’s heavy breathing!

Under normal circumstances, such a giant creature, even when asleep, should have loud breathing like a bellows.

But now, only Frost’s breathing echoes in the cave.

"Can’t be this unlucky..."

Luo De hurried forward, rushing to the Flying Dragon’s head.

He crouched down, reaching out to press against the cold nose of the Flying Dragon.

Holding his breath, he focused intently.

Weak warm air slowly seeped from its nostrils.

Though faint, it was still breath.

Luo De exhaled deeply.

"It’s still alive."

Finally discovering an adult Flying Dragon, if it died, Luo De would go crazy.

In Luo De’s hands, this Flying Dragon wasn’t just a Flying Dragon, it could evolve!

Seeing Luo De relax, Tucson dared to come forward, asking in a low voice,

"Saint Master, what’s wrong with it?"

Luo De didn’t answer, pressing his palm tightly against the Flying Dragon’s forehead, attempting to communicate with it.

The Flying Dragon’s consciousness was very clear; it knew someone was approaching outside.

But its body was incredibly weak, with no strength to even lift its head.

Luo De could feel its inner fear and despair.

Don’t be afraid, I will help you.

Luo De responded in consciousness.

"I also want to know what’s wrong with it."

Luo De came back to reality, stood up and started circling the Flying Dragon’s body, carefully examining without finding any wounds.

Afraid the wound might be on the abdomen, Luo De had the Hunting Team flip the Flying Dragon’s body, but still found no wounds.

What exactly is wrong with this creature?

Luo De was momentarily at a loss.

It could be illness, poison, or some unknown curse.

Someone who knows how to heal must be found quickly.

Luo De suddenly stood up, turned to Tucson,

"You send a message back immediately."

He commanded quickly,

"Tell Lusen I have a very sick Magical Beast here, and the situation is urgent."

"Have him bring all the Extraordinary items, potions, anything that might be useful, and come as fast as possible!"

"Yes, Saint Master!"

Tucson didn’t dare delay, immediately bowing his head to start communicating with his Hawk.

"Forget it, your speed is too slow!"

Luo De patted Frost, "Come with me, we’re going back to pick up Lusen!"

After speaking, Luo De turned away and began walking out,

"Everyone else guard the cave, don’t let anyone near!"

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...

Border town, Lord Manor.

Dora walked slowly down the corridor with Sao, carefully inspecting the manor she was about to manage.

She needed to know every servant here, remember their names and responsibilities.

Learn the location of various supplies, become familiar with the keys to each storeroom.

Only then could she smoothly take over the manor’s tedious affairs.

However, Dora was already adept at handling household chores, making these tasks come naturally to her.

As Sao described, Dora listened while recording, even starting to note down issues in her book.

"Aside from the guards, there are currently fifty-three servants in this manor."

Sao walked beside Dora, his voice carrying a relieved ease,

"From now on, they are all under your charge, Miss Dora."

Sao really wasn’t good at handling these trivial matters; facing the servants’ arguments and laziness each day gave him headaches.

Now with Dora taking over, Sao could finally escape these vexing daily chores, feeling very pleased.

"The servants’ quarters are over there, north of the main building."

Sao advised, "They worked diligently when they first came, but now often slack off in the mornings. You might need to focus more attention."

"Mm-hmm, I understand."

Dora nodded seriously, quickly tucking some stray hair behind her ear with a pinky, then jotting down Sao’s words in her notebook with her feather pen.

All of this Dora had learned from her grandfather, having no worries.

"South of here are the guest rooms; usually there’s no one, but Mr. Lusen and Miss Linda have just moved in."

"I’ll introduce them to you soon; you’ll need to arrange their daily routines..."

Just as Sao finished speaking, the guest room door suddenly opened.

Lusen and Linda happened to step out of the room, seeing Sao and Dora, and hurried over.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lusen, Miss Linda."

Sao halted, nodding slightly in greeting.

Linda smiled and nodded in response.

Lusen, however, suddenly stopped, staring dazedly at Dora, who was focused on writing.

Bright sunlight streamed through the window, shining on Dora’s focused profile.

Her earnest working demeanor made Lusen somewhat entranced.

"I’m talking to you."

Linda noticed Lusen’s abnormality, frowned, and jabbed her elbow into Lusen’s ribs.

"Ow..."

Lusen winced in pain, waking up from his daze immediately.

He rubbed the spot she had struck, showing an awkward smile on his face.