This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Thor stepped down from the carriage and was greeted by a magnificent manor.

The estate is surrounded by a low, earthen-yellow wooden fence. In the distance, the most striking feature is a three-story, dark brown, spire-topped tower with white steam rising from its stone chimneys and lights shining through its windows. Stables, servants' quarters, fields, and other facilities are arranged closely together in the distance.

At the gate, a strong man stood guard over the manor's visitors.

The Earl of Oscar's estate.

Thor came to gather information about the Beast Blood Core.

He walked toward the gatekeeper, and before he had gone far, the gatekeeper noticed the visitor and bowed respectfully.

"Lord Thor," the gatekeeper bowed respectfully.

He was different from the other amateur security guards at the school.

As the gatekeeper of the Earl's manor, he had long since memorized the portraits of important figures in the city and was well-trained.

Although Thor's strength is weak.

However, in terms of status alone, Thor inherited his father's title and was nominally on the same level as the owner of the manor, so he naturally could not be negligent.

After bowing, the gatekeeper straightened up and politely asked:

"My lord, what brings you here today?"

Thor said slowly:

"Is Count Oscar here? I have something I'd like to discuss with him."

As usual, the security guard had a smile on his face.

"My master has gone out today."

"If there's anything that needs to be discussed in detail, Mr. Oliver is also home and can make the initial inquiries on behalf of his father."

Thor nodded.

"That's settled then."

Viscount Oscarna, eldest son of the Oscarna family, Oliver Oscarna.

Thor likes to call him Oreo.

He was also a participant in the Oscar family's evil industrial chain.

"Please."

Thor followed the gatekeeper inside.

Walking along the main road of the manor, I watched the free farmers busy in the fields on both sides.

These free farmers rented land from the lords and were responsible for cultivating it themselves.

Not long ago, the kingdom operated under a system that combined serfs and free farmers.

Until the current Queen took office a year ago.

She spearheaded a series of reforms, including the abolition of serfdom.

The current ruler of the kingdom, Queen Enor, or as players call her—the Ice Princess.

The Oscars family was one of the opponents of Her Majesty's reforms; otherwise, they wouldn't have held the blood sacrifice.

Of course, these reforms only changed everything institutionally.

Judging from the whip marks on these free peasants, they were most likely still serfs from Oscar's plantation.

The Oscars family is involved in the black market, and those who can work near the lord's residence must be controlled direct descendants.

Thor followed the gatekeeper to the gate of the mansion, where the huge stone gate, which was three meters high, was closed.

The gatekeeper activated his magic, and the stone gate opened with a sound.

The avenue is edged with gold, and the precious gems hanging on the walls on both sides are exquisitely crafted and expensive furniture.

The hall is dazzling enough to dazzle the eye, leading to countless small rooms and the second floor.

The doorman led him to a stop deep in the corridor and knocked on the door of one of the rooms.

"Please come in."

A refined male voice came from inside the room.

The door opened, revealing a luxurious office. Behind a red wooden desk, a young man hunched over his work slowly raised his head, revealing a scholarly face.

"Oh, and who is this?"

The man looked at the visitors outside, somewhat surprised.

"Reporting to Lord Oliver, this is Earl Blas, the orphan of Earl Cariola-Blas."

Blas is the name of the Thor family; Thor's full name is Thor Blas.

Oliver recognized the man and nodded gracefully.

"You need something from me, right?"

He was asking the security guard.

"Yes, Lord Oliver."

"I'll take my leave now."

The security guard closed the gate and left.

"Hello, Mr. Oliver."

Thor greeted him politely and sat down opposite Oliver.

"Excuse me, but I have something urgent to attend to today."

"Is it urgent?"

Oliver looked puzzled.

"I wonder what could possibly be troubling you, Count, Mr. Thor?"

Thor smiled without saying a word.

According to the original timeline, I should be here today to treat the poison and request to participate in the blood sacrifice.

It seems as if I was destined to come here.

"I have some things to take care of, and I need your help, Mr. Oliver."

Thor snapped his fingers and took out a bottle of wine and two glasses from his storage ring.

"this......"

Oliver noticed the other person's politeness and quickly waved his hand politely in response:

"Mr. Thor, I'm working right now, so drinking might not be appropriate."

Before he could finish speaking, Thor had already filled both glasses and pushed one of them in front of Oliver.

"It's okay, Oliver, it's just one glass."

Oliver hesitated for a moment, still unable to believe Toll.

"Lord Thor, please drink it yourself."

Thor smiled, downed his drink in one gulp, then took the glass of wine in front of Oliver and drank it as well, to prove that he had at least not poisoned it.

At that moment, in Thor's vision, a line of large words appeared on Oliver's body.

[Damn it, this weakling is so annoying. He has no skills whatsoever, and it's bound to be some trivial matter again.]

Oliver's true feelings were revealed to Thor.

Thor used a mind-reading drug, which he put in a wine glass and swallowed.

Within twenty minutes, you will be able to read the other person's mind completely, while the other person remains completely unaware.

If this type of item has a quality classification, it would at least be a purple-level item.

He had anticipated the other party's hypocrisy, and remained unmoved by the feeling of being looked down upon.

Oliver said elegantly as always:

"So, Lord Thor, what brings you here today?"

Thor answered quickly.

"I wonder if Mr. Oliver is familiar with drug trafficking?"

He started the conversation by acknowledging the actual situation.

"Oh? Carter poisoning? This disease is difficult to treat."

Oliver frowned slightly.

"Why does Lord Thor inquire about this disease?"

[This good-for-nothing wastes money; despite having good financial means, he still manages to contract diseases from shady places.]

Oliver knew Thor's character better than anyone else.

Thor showed no anger or resentment at such disrespect, simply saying:

"What if I said I have this disease?"

"How could this be..."

Oliver feigned surprise.

That's really unfortunate.

Hahaha, this piece of trash actually caught the disease.

They either join us or they're doomed. Either way, our family has one less competitor.

Oliver, his face grim, seemed to have given it considerable thought before speaking:

"Our family does have a way to deal with the drug."

"However, there is a price to pay."

"Lord Thor, would you be willing to help our Oscar family?"