This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

The next morning, Thor got up on time and went to church.

Today, the gatekeeper, instructed by Isela, did not stop him.

He was finally able to walk into the church openly and honestly.

At the very front of the church hall, before the holy statue, Isera was praying.

A fitted white robe fell from her shoulders, wrapping around her stunning figure and highlighting her slender waist. The robe extended all the way to her knees, revealing her fair and long calves.

A holy and beautiful figure stood with hands clasped together, head bowed, long hair falling naturally to her shoulders, silently sensing God's will.

Behind her, dozens of black-clad nuns knelt on the ground, bowing their heads and chanting prayers.

On the wooden bench, some worshippers were also praying devoutly.

No one spoke, and the tranquil and sacred atmosphere remained unchanged.

A few minutes later, Isera turned around, opened her eyes, and ended her morning prayers.

Soon, she noticed Thor not far away.

In front of everyone, she couldn't say anything, so she just silently returned to her room.

Thor followed behind her, wanting to go in as well, but Harrison stopped him.

"What are you going to do?" the loyal knight asked.

"I need to speak with your master." Thor didn't bother to reply.

Didn't she remind you?

Harrison's face showed displeasure, clearly dissatisfied with Thor's attitude, but he still said:

Even if you are given instructions, you still need her approval before you can go in.

"Then go ask," Thor said, not wanting to say anything more.

After Isera went into the room and closed the door, Harrison politely knocked and entered, explained Thor's situation, received the results, and then came out.

"You can go in now."

This is a redundant act.

"Thank you, Chief Steward Harrison," Thor said sarcastically.

Harrison didn't know what the Grand Steward meant.

But he really had no right to stop it.

Thor pushed open the door and entered the room, where he saw the familiar Ysera, who was sitting demurely behind the table, casting a cold gaze at him.

Ysera fell silent for a moment before speaking:

"I've had them check the map you gave me."

"There are similar pits underground in those places as well."

"The pit was completely destroyed, and everything was taken away. It was cleaned up."

"At the same time, everyone in these places has disappeared and cannot be contacted for the time being."

Thor nodded.

"That's quite reasonable."

Count Oscar is no fool.

There must be a reason why he was able to keep the organization hidden for so many years.

Anyway, I only came here to fulfill the task of meeting Ysera for four consecutive days.

Thor turned to leave, but Ysera called him back.

"Are you about to leave?" Isera's cold voice rang out from behind him.

"Otherwise what?" Thor didn't understand.

Isn't it enough to finish discussing business in a few words?

Isera's breathing became slightly out of control. After a moment, she spoke:

"Don't bully Yulia."

"If she really doesn't agree to be your mother."

She hesitated.

I simply couldn't bring myself to say what came next.

"If you really disagree..."

Thor was puzzled; why did they suddenly bring up this topic again?

"What can she do even if she disagrees?"

"Say it then."

At Thor's urging.

Ysera gritted her teeth and finally gave up.

"Never mind, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Thor: "..."

......

Thor left the church.

Next, he needs to buy some insects to complete the system's task.

There are all sorts of markets in the city of Solo.

The Thor family's business is a typical general market, selling bulk commodities, excluding niche products like insects.

Thor knew a shop at the insect market.

He traveled to the outskirts by horse-drawn carriage.

Amidst the tranquil expanse of fields, a solitary grove of trees stands out conspicuously, clearly planted by human hands.

Among the low pine trees, a wooden house can be vaguely seen.

After passing through the pine forest, the entire wooden house came into view.

This is a square, pointed-roofed wooden house, large enough for one person to live in, and the wooden planks on the exterior walls look a bit moldy.

Thor knocked on the door, and a bearded man opened it.

The man was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers made of yellow coarse cloth; he was burly and broad-shouldered.

"What is it?" the man asked in a low voice.

"What kind of insects do you sell here?" Thor asked, getting straight to the point.

After learning that Thor had come to buy insects, the man's tone softened.

Call me Brick.

After introducing himself, the man continued:

What type are you looking to buy? I can give you some recommendations.

Brick is a professional and has extensive knowledge in this area.

As long as Thor states his needs, he can generally determine the appropriate type.

For example, the insect's living environment, its intended use after purchase, etc.

To everyone's surprise, Thor said:

"I want a lot of those tiny bugs that attack humans and are really disgusting."

Hearing his description, Brick was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised, and looked puzzled.

Who buys insects with this description?

"What do you want to use it for?"

"I told you, it's for attacking humans."

Thor thought for a moment and then added a sentence.

"Of course, attacking humans is fine, it doesn't have to kill them."

Brick was even more puzzled.

It is necessary to attack humans, but not necessarily to kill them.

"Are you using it to make traps?"

He did know that some people use this tormenting insect in their traps set in the wild.

Thor did not want to explain the specific purpose.

"Yes, that's one way to understand it."

Brick nodded.

Now he knows which insects are better to give him.

"Come with me."

After saying that, the man led Thor to a stop next to a tree, under which was a wooden box about the size of a washbasin.

Lift the wooden lid, and you'll find a scorpion crawling inside.

The jet-black scorpion crawled slowly inside the wooden box, its carapace gleaming with a beautiful sheen, and a dangerous stinger trembled slightly.

"The scorpion, which comes from the Como swamp, contains neurotoxins, but is not lethal."

"Perfect for using in traps to paralyze the enemy."

"How is it?"

Thor stared at the scorpion in the box for a while, then shook his head.

"It seems like your scorpion isn't very resilient to falls."

Brick looked surprised.

If it's not a trap, why does it need to withstand falls?

"This scorpion is indeed not resistant to drops."

"Do you need something more durable and shock-resistant?"

He thought for a moment and then made another suggestion.

"What about mosquitoes that spread viruses? They're incredibly resilient when they're flying in the air."

"I'm not talking about this kind of drop resistance..."

Thor knew the other party hadn't yet understood his needs, so he added:

"I want one that won't run around randomly and that I can control, so it can't fly."

"Besides, mosquitoes that spread viruses are too dangerous, we don't need them."

"Too dangerous?" Brick was dumbfounded.

He didn't understand.

Since it's meant to be a trap, why would anyone think it's too dangerous?

Isn't it better to be as dangerous as possible?

"Are there any things specifically designed to disgust people?"

"Is it specifically designed to disgust people?"

Brick fell into deep thought; he had never heard of such a request before.

After a moment, he seemed to understand something.

"You just want to use it as a prank, right?"

"Yes, that's one way to understand it."

Thor felt that everyone was finally on the same page.

"I want the kind of bug that can survive being dropped from a great height."

Brick led Thor into the house.

Inside the wooden house, countless iron shelves lined the walls, piled high with boxes of all sizes and materials.

They stopped in front of a shelf and took a box off the shelf.

The box's lid was made of transparent glass, allowing you to see inside.

Countless tiny spiders gathered inside the box.

Each spider is only the size of a grain of rice, and its entire body is black. A single box contains at least a hundred spiders.

Brick then introduced the spider inside the box.

"A miniature jumping spider from Derby."

"They like heat sources and often jump on people. They can jump high, are very resistant to falls, and are non-toxic."

Thor was delighted to see the spiders.

now it's right.

This is what he wants.

"How much? I'll buy it."

With business coming in, Brick seemed pleased, clapped his hands, and said:

"If you buy ten, I can give you a discount; it will only cost 10 copper coins."

"Ten?"

Thor smiled.

"I'm asking you, how many are in a box?"

Seeing that the other party was about to buy a box, Brick was even more delighted and said:

"Typically, it's around two hundred."

"Since you want to buy a whole box, I can price it for you based on one hundred pieces, which is one silver coin."

The demand for this insect is very niche.

Brick was surprised that someone would suddenly need a whole box.

Thor shook his head and slowly began to speak:

"Then give me ten boxes."

......

Thor, carrying nine boxes of spiders, boarded the carriage.

He still remembers the boss's shocked expression.

Thor bought nine boxes, not because he changed his mind.

It's because the boss only had nine boxes.