This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

Nighttime at Oscar's Manor.

In the deep basement, everyone stood around a round table, the atmosphere tense.

Oliver flew into a rage and slammed his fist on the table.

"You bunch of useless trash!"

"Green Snake, didn't you tell me the Harlan slaughterhouse issue was resolved?"

"Why was it still discovered by the church?"

Before him, the man known as the Green Snake quickly lowered his head and explained:

"Lord Oliver, we did indeed deal with the person who wanted to leak the information."

The man, with his hair parted in the middle, looked very young. At this moment, he dared not utter any dissent and began to explain the situation.

"The man wanted to inform on us to the church, but we wiped out his entire family before he could send the letter out."

"He had already been mentally invaded before he was killed."

At this point, his eyes shifted, glancing at the rather alluring woman beside him.

"It was Hei Shao who carried out the mental intrusion. She told me at the time that there was no problem with the memories she read."

The woman known as Black Peony looked disdainful.

"My mental invasion has never failed, let alone when the opponent is just a third-tier piece of trash."

Hei Shao snorted coldly.

"I'm not like you, Green Snake."

The green snake fell silent; he didn't want to cause any more trouble in such a tense environment.

Oliver took a deep breath, composed himself, and reverted to his usual leader demeanor, though a hint of anger still lingered in his voice.

"Other nearby outposts should remain on alert and receive additional support."

"The plan for human sacrifice must be accelerated."

"Green Snake, how's the plan to raid the slave market going?"

Oliver's tone gradually calmed down, and the green snake lowered its head, speaking respectfully.

"We have gathered all the manpower and equipment, and we will take action precisely in four days."

"Four days?"

Oliver's temper flared up immediately.

"Even in this state, you still want to wait four days as planned? Are you out of your mind?"

The green snake quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, Lord Oliver, but this was your original plan, and I really..."

Black Peony, standing to the side, interrupted with a look of disdain:

"Plans can't keep up with changes, you idiot."

"Don't you even have this much adaptability?"

The green snake, its face grim, gave up on refuting the argument.

Oliver had clearly lost patience.

"Green Snake, I don't expect you to do things as well as the other cadres every time."

"Our target this time, Thor, is a complete idiot."

"If you can infiltrate normally, you can even avoid fighting."

"Tomorrow night, you take those men, sneak in, and take the slaves away."

"The simplest task, the one that only allows success, do you understand?"

The green snake nodded obsequiously.

"Understood, understood."

Cold sweat dripped from his head.

This is a mission where only success is allowed.

He knew what those words meant.

Oliver continued, "Black Peony, tell the others to get ready."

"Get into ambush and await my instructions."

......

Night fell, and there were few pedestrians left on the streets.

In front of the church, Thor stopped and looked towards the entrance.

The saintess's loyal guard, knight Harrison, was sitting idly on the stone steps at the gate.

Isela was still handling matters behind her church; the doormen had all finished their work and gone home to rest.

Only Harrison volunteered to stay and guard the gate for Miss Saint.

He sat on the stone steps, one hand on his knee, head bowed, contemplating life, and idly pounding his knee.

Hearing footsteps nearby, he looked up and saw Thor. He quickly stood up, his right hand instinctively gripping the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist, his face wary.

"Thor?"

"What are you doing here so late?"

His reaction was exactly what Thor had expected.

"I need to speak with Miss Saintess," Thor said casually, without even looking at him.

The loyal knight in front of him was never someone Thor would even look at.

Harrison remained wary of Thor, his eyes never leaving him.

"Tell me first, what exactly happened?"

"I'll decide whether or not to let you in."

Thor smiled when he saw Harrison's serious expression.

Not a buddy.

Do you think you're Miss Saint's guardian?

"I have just one question for you."

"Do you have the right to refuse visitors who come looking for Miss Saintess?"

Harrison was taken aback.

Thor's words brought him back to reality.

He was just a helpless little knight, with no right to interfere with the saintess.

Whether or not to meet the other party is up to Miss Saint herself.

But he remained undeterred, drew his sword, and said in a serious tone:

"Not as the Saintess's bodyguard, but as a knight."

"Let us be dignified..."

Before he could finish speaking, with a clang, Thor instantly knocked the sword out of his hand.

"So, what about now?" Thor put the sword he had just taken out back into his ring, his expression full of amusement.

Harrison stared blankly at the sword that had been knocked from his hand.

While he was questioning the meaning of life, Thor had already pushed open the door, walked through the empty church hall, and headed towards the back hall of the church, where Ysera's office was located.

Thor hesitated for a moment before knocking on Ysera's door.

He still has that much manners.

Inside the room, Ysera's sacred and stern voice rang out.

"Harrison..."

"Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"

It seems that Miss Saintess is not in a good mood.

"May I bother you?"

"Miss Saint".

Thor's deep voice rang out, and after a moment of silence, a commotion broke out in the room.

Then, the room returned to calm.

"Thor? What are you doing here?"

Thor glanced back to make sure no one was eavesdropping before speaking:

"I'd like to talk to you about what happened at the Harlan slaughterhouse today."

The sounds inside the room fell silent.

A moment later, the sounds from inside the room resumed.

"Is the owner of Harlan Slaughterhouse a friend of yours?"

"If you're pleading for him, please leave."

Thor was somewhat helpless.

They always communicated through a door, as if the two of them were secretly passing on spy information.

"I am neither his partner nor his friend."

"My purpose in coming here is the same as yours."

"I want to resolve this matter."

A long silence fell over the room.

"May I come in now?"

He really didn't want to continue having these conversations that resembled an affair.

Then another sound came from inside the room, seemingly someone tidying up their appearance.

After several seconds, Isera finally agreed.

"Okay, come in."

After receiving permission, Thor was finally able to push open the door and go inside.

In the dimly lit room, a soft glow was cast from the magic chandelier overhead.

Miss Saint was sitting demurely behind her desk, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression aloof, as if keeping everyone at arm's length.

Thor was not intimidated by her aura, and pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.

"Miss Saint, what are your thoughts on what happened today?"

Ysera frowned, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"I don't have any special opinion," she said coldly, unwilling to reveal the truth.

Thor was not surprised by her reaction.

If one day you don't have this cold expression when facing yourself, then there's a problem.

Thor leaned back naturally in his chair, tilting his head slightly, completely unaffected, and said in a calm tone:

"7 human sacrifices, 4 orc sacrifices, and 6 animal sacrifices."

"Two magic arrays, one large and one small."

"Countless trophies of sin."

Having said that, Ysera suddenly understood.

"Did you orchestrate what happened today?"

She realized that Thor could tell so many details, especially those that had not been reported.

The number of offerings was kept strictly secret, and the people involved were also protected.

Even someone as well-informed as Thor couldn't possibly understand things so thoroughly in such a short time.

To be able to describe so many details.

This proves that he was a direct participant.

Given Thor's status, he couldn't possibly be a henchman.

Then it can only be the mastermind behind it all.

"That's right, that's exactly it."

Thor clapped his hands, congratulating Miss Isela on passing the intelligence test.

After all, she is a saintess, so her intelligence is definitely up to par.

Replace it with Melodi, or a Border Collie.

If you let them guess, they might think Thor was the one who was kidnapped.

Ysera thought for a moment, then said:

"You don't have a direct conflict with the owner of Harlan Slaughterhouse, do you?"

Why would you want to do this?

Thor smiled.

"My slave has gone missing. Someone spotted him near the Harlan slaughterhouse."

He made up an excuse on the spot.

"So, I found a way to thoroughly investigate this place."

"The result was an unexpected discovery: other people who had been kidnapped underground, and a magic circle."

Isera believed that Thor's logic was not entirely self-consistent.

"You think you can sneak in so easily?" she wondered.

Thor, of course, wasn't going to argue about the details. "I have my own way of doing things."

Instead of asking me how to infiltrate, take a look at this.

Thor didn't say anything more, but simply took out a map and handed it to Ysera.