This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Thor put the materials he had obtained back home, and then took Melody and Julia to the outskirts of Harlan Slaughterhouse.

He stood on the street in the distance, observing the square building made of logs.

Harlan Slaughterhouse is a relatively small comprehensive market, with an overall area similar to a football field. It consists of two connected parts: the slaughterhouse in the back and the direct sales market in the front.

It is worth mentioning that Harlan Slaughterhouse was not the territory of Count Oscar, but rather the territory of his "partner".

The slaughterhouse's exterior walls were mottled, washed by last night's rain, and still glistened with dew.

A rusty iron gate was kept open, and people occasionally went in and out.

The market section is no different from a regular farmers' market, and ordinary people can enter it.

Without a doubt, the secret door connecting the underground buildings must be located in the back of the slaughterhouse, a strictly guarded area that only employees can enter.

"Hey, Thor, how do we get in?" Melodie asked from the side.

Thor handed her a magic crystal.

The crystal was crystal clear and its surface was smooth and round, clearly not an ordinary item.

"Melody, take this crystal with you and sneak in whenever you have the chance."

"Yulia, come with me."

Thor spoke with great confidence, his plan clearly in mind.

After saying that, he strode into the market alone with his head held high, and Yulia followed him, still confused.

A pungent smell of rust, mixed with the stench of mud, wafted over.

In the vast market, only a few aristocratic customers were scattered around, selecting meat products.

This slaughterhouse was set up to conceal its true nature, so the prices of the goods had to be so high that ordinary people couldn't afford them, in order to reduce the flow of people and avoid being exposed.

When the nobles saw Thor arrive, they immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed to him.

"Count Thor," the men bowed respectfully.

Although they were nobles, they were only viscounts or barons.

He is in no way comparable to an earl like Thor.

They all knew Thor, a celebrity in the city, a wealthy but weak young master.

Of course, the group didn't genuinely respect Thor; they simply wanted to curry favor with such a high-ranking earl.

"Your Excellency, you seem to be in a good mood today, taking your maid out for a walk?" one of the nobles joked.

Thor wore a polite smile.

"Yes, I came out to buy some beef today."

He walked up to one of the beef display cases, picked up a piece of beef, and weighed it in his hand.

Seeing the Earl's delight, the middle-aged vendor behind the display case quickly said:

"Reporting to Your Excellency, this beef was indeed cut not long ago; it's very fresh."

Upon hearing this, Thor frowned slightly.

"Freshly harvested today? Are you sure?"

"The marbling on this beef looks good, but it's clearly not fresh."

However, the beef was perfectly marbled with fat and lean meat, and the white fat was densely distributed in a snowflake pattern. Its reddish color made it look incredibly fresh under natural light.

It's obvious that this is a piece of fresh beef.

The people present all realized that the Earl's question was completely illogical, and wisely kept their mouths shut. No one wanted to help the vendor out of the predicament.

The middle-aged vendor gasped and hurriedly explained:

"No, no, no, Your Excellency, this really is..."

He stopped talking halfway through his sentence.

The man dared not contradict the Earl's judgment.

According to rumors, Thor doesn't have a very good temper.

Thor, his face grim, tossed the beef back onto the shelf and said coldly:

"I have distinguished guests at home today, and I was thinking of coming here to choose some fine products, but I didn't expect the quality to be so poor."

Upon hearing this, everyone wondered, "Who is this distinguished guest?"

They were unaware of the distinguished guests' identities, only knowing that the Earl himself had personally selected the food for them.

The vendor looked rather displeased and said tactfully:

"Perhaps it would be better to have your butler handle such a small matter, Your Excellency."

What he actually wanted to say was:

Young Master, you don't usually buy groceries, so of course you can't tell how fresh the produce is.

This is indeed a fresh piece of meat; the butler would certainly be able to tell.

"Or perhaps, should we have your maid take a look?"

In his mind, the maid should know these things.

Yulia peeked out and looked curiously at the beef in the display case, then excitedly shared her new discovery with Thor.

"So this is beef! It's definitely different from pork!"

Vendor: "..."

This one is more heavyweight.

He was speechless: Does your maid not have to cook at all?

What's the point of keeping this maid? Why keep her at all?

Thor sighed.

"Forget it, I was originally planning to buy a 50-kilogram one, but yours is really terrible."

Wait, how much?

The vendor was initially shocked, but then a glint of greed appeared in his eyes.

50 kilograms.

With the high price here, I probably can't even sell 50 kilograms of beef a day.

A rich young master like Thor has no concept of weight, and under normal circumstances it would be absolutely impossible for him to buy 50 kilograms at once.

This is definitely a great opportunity to make money.

He quickly called out to Thor.

"Your Excellency."

"What's wrong?"

Thor stopped and turned to look at him.

"If you don't believe in the freshness of our beef, I'll go to the back and get a few pieces of steaming hot, fresh beef."

Thor frowned, thought for a moment, and then posed his question:

Does steaming hot beef necessarily mean it's fresh?

The vendor was speechless for a moment.

The count in front of me doesn't even know such common sense.

Perhaps we can sell him a few more kilograms.

"Then you can go and see our beef slaughtering site."

"When the time comes, if you are satisfied, you can choose the freshest pieces of beef."

"What do you think?"

Thor was then satisfied.

"That's possible."

"Seeing it with my own eyes, I believe this is something new."

The vendor was overjoyed and led Thor toward the wooden door leading to the slaughterhouse at the back.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing the bustling slaughterhouse.

Inside the slaughterhouse, several pieces of beef that had just been bled were piled on the floor.

A steaming cow is placed on a specially made long table, and a butcher wearing a blood-stained black apron holds a butcher knife and slaughters the beef.

The strong smell of blood was nauseating.

"This room smells terrible."

Thor waved his hand in front of his nose, keeping the door, which was originally closed, open.

Although this was against the rules, the vendor didn't care anymore and gestured to Thor to explain:

"Your Excellency, look, this is our slaughterhouse."

He casually picked up a piece of freshly cut beef, and you could clearly see the blood flowing on it, with a faint mist rising from it.

Very fresh, very delicious.

Thor nodded.

"It's really good."

"Pack me 60 kilograms."

Upon hearing that the portion size had increased, the vendor was even more delighted.

"Okay," he replied immediately.

"Count Thor, is there anything you require regarding the body part?"

"Any part is fine, any part is acceptable."

The vendors suppressed their joy.

Then he took a cloth bag, and every time the butcher cut off a piece of meat, he put it into the bag.

"Um?"

The butcher stopped what he was doing, squinted, and sensed something unusual about the space.

The anomaly came from behind Thor.

Something seemed to be moving and making a sound.

The vendor was quite displeased when he saw the butcher stop what he was doing.

"What are you doing? Hurry up."

"Your Excellency the Earl is a distinguished guest!"

The butcher remained silent, put down his knife, and, with his blood-stained gloves, made a gesture as if to push Thor aside.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to get a set of clothes worth a gold coin dirty," Thor warned.

The butcher frowned, hesitated for a few seconds, but still obeyed Thor's words and took a step to the side to better observe the view behind Thor.

Behind Thor stood the obedient dragon girl.

"Why are you staring at my maid?" Thor asked.

"There seemed to be some noise behind you just now, didn't you hear it?" the butcher asked, voicing his question.

Thor knew, of course; Melodie had accidentally made a sound when she went into the tunnel.

However, he had already come up with a plan and patted Yulia on the shoulder.

"The noise you're describing, was it made by my maid?"

"Was that noise from the maid?" the butcher asked, puzzled.

For demonstration purposes, Thor grabbed Yulia's red tail.

Yulia shuddered, her body stiffening as if in response, a blush spreading from her face to her neck.

"never mind."

"Yulia, you can do it yourself."

Thor loosened his grip on the tail.

Its long, red tail then stiffly swayed, making a faint sound as it cut through the air.

"That's the noise you just heard," Thor said.

The butcher felt something was off, but couldn't think of a rebuttal.

"Do I need to tell you the details of their flirting, Count?!" the vendor shouted angrily.

"That's true," the butcher muttered to himself.

I'm probably just overthinking it.

Anyone could come here looking for the secret door, but an incompetent young master like Thor is unlikely to.

The butcher returned to his table, picked up his cleaver, and went back to work.

The beef was cut into pieces again.

It took a full five minutes to fill the cloth bag.

I weighed it, and it's exactly 61 kilograms.

"Exactly one kilogram too much, Your Excellency."

"fine."

Thor waved his hand, not caring about any of this, and casually took out six coins and tossed them to the vendor.

"Take it, keep the change, the rest is a reward for you."

Facing the wealthy and powerful Earl, the vendor smiled obsequiously.

"Lord Thor, there's so much meat, it must be hard to move. I'll get a few people to help you."

"Need not."

Yulia understood immediately and easily lifted the 61-kilogram sack with one hand.

The vendors were dumbfounded.

......

In the underground passage, Melodie waited quietly.

Not long ago, taking advantage of the chaos created by Thor, she used the assassin's unique ability to temporarily conceal herself, found the entrance, and entered the tunnel through the entrance.

The tunnel, surrounded by rocks, was extremely long and narrow. There was still a magical light where Melodie stood, but the passageway not far away was pitch black.

She noticed that the Philosopher's Stone Thor had given her was emitting light and heat.

With a burst of magical energy, Thor appeared beside her.

"Teleportation magic?"

Melotti was somewhat surprised.

Thor appears to have used a targeted, short-range teleportation spell on this magic stone.

However, even the lowest level of teleportation magic is a fourth-tier spell.

The so-called fourth-order spells are spells used by fourth-order mages.

If using disposable rollers.

A mage can only use consumable scrolls that are one level higher than themselves.

Thor needs to reach at least the third level.

"You're at level three?"

She couldn't believe that Thor, whom she had always looked down upon, was actually at the same level of transcendence as her.

"What, you really think my fighting ability is as high as your intelligence?"

Melotti was momentarily stunned by Thor's words, unsure whether it was a compliment or an insult.

She only realized it later.

Thor was quite modest.

Thor must think that Thor's fighting ability is no match for his intelligence, since Thor is so smart.

It must be so.

Thor put on a face mask and also handed Melodie a face mask to conceal his identity in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

"let's go."

After saying that, he walked into the dark tunnel.