This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

In the early hours of the morning, Isela, who was working overtime at the church processing documents, heard a message from the Guard Hall.

The guardhouse informed us that there might be important clues.

She rushed there.

Ysera arrived at the Guard Hall.

Based on the information provided, she arrived at the backyard of the guardhouse, in front of a separate stone prison.

In front of the prison cell, besides the guard, she spotted a familiar face.

"Thor?"

She looked somewhat puzzled.

"What are you doing outside the door?"

Thor seemed quite calm.

"I'll be waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Isera asked, puzzled.

"What are you waiting for me for?"

She suddenly realized.

"They won't let you in?"

Thor smiled and nodded, without saying anything more.

Ysera entered the prison alone with the guards' permission.

In the dimly lit room, a group of people gathered in the hall, exchanging their opinions.

They noticed the visitors, immediately stopped what they were doing, and said respectfully:

"Miss Saint".

Isera nodded in acknowledgment and then checked the situation with the others.

"Should we put the people we just arrested in the cell?"

The others in the crowd dared not answer.

After all, they were all Herbert's men.

To speak directly with the Saintess, this question must be answered by Herbert.

"Yes." Herbert lowered his head slightly, avoiding direct eye contact with the saintess's face as a sign of respect.

"Miss Saint, if you give the order, we can go in and interrogate the prisoner together."

Ysera looked around at the crowd and asked in confusion:

"We? You mean everyone present goes in?"

"Of course not," Herbert said humbly.

"Ordinary guards are not qualified to participate in the interrogation; only the two of us can go in."

The Guard Office has strict rules regarding who can participate in interrogations.

Moreover, this is a major case.

Naturally, the fewer people who know about it, the better.

To avoid information leaks.

Isera understood what he meant.

However, she had another need.

"Let's invite Thor along."

"Thor?"

Herbert's face showed surprise.

He didn't understand why they had to invite that nobleman.

"Is it really necessary to invite him?"

Even disregarding the rules of the Guard Hall, Herbert didn't particularly like Thor.

He has never had a good impression of such nobles.

Herbert had assumed that the saintess would grasp this point quickly.

"No, I need you to call him."

Herbert still couldn't decipher the saintess's will.

"Miss Saint, this is against the rules," he explained.

"This does not comply with the rules of the Guard Hall; he is not a relevant person."

Herbert was unwilling to break the rules for Thor.

Isera didn't know how to explain it.

Thor gave her the map, and she not only owed him a favor, but also agreed to let him participate in the investigation.

Left with no other choice, she could only say:

"This is a request."

"It's just an investigation, please be lenient."

The old-fashioned Herbert took a deep breath.

"Is this a requirement of the church?"

In his view, the saintess must have had a deeper meaning in doing so.

Seeing that the topic had inexplicably veered off course, Ysera realized something was wrong and quickly explained:

"This has nothing to do with the church."

"It was my own idea; I wanted him to come in."

Ysera's words caused everyone present to gasp in shock, exchanging bewildered glances but daring not to utter a word.

They realized that this matter seemed to be more complicated than it appeared.

Seeing the meaningful expressions on the other people's faces, Ysera frowned slightly.

"Don't overthink it. I have nothing to do with him, and we're not friends."

"It's just an agreement."

It's clear that Isera's emotional intelligence isn't very high.

Upon hearing the word "agreement," everyone began to make connections.

Herbert's face was solemn. After a moment of contemplation, he could only sigh.

"Since it's the Saintess's request..."

"Then let's break the rules this once."

Compared to his subordinates, Herbert's thinking was much clearer.

He probably understood.

Perhaps Thor had once helped the Saintess, and the Saintess was repaying that favor.

Soon, Thor entered the room.

Once everyone was present, Herbert led him and Isela to the room where the suspects were being held.

The four prisoners were separated and held in separate cells.

Herbert had previously sounded out several people.

He chose the one most likely to confess.

Everyone else remained expressionless, but fear flashed in this person's eyes.

The magician codenamed "Third Brother".

The group entered the room and saw a young man wearing handcuffs. He hadn't changed out of his magician's robes into prison clothes yet, and his young face was covered with red spider bite marks. He looked dejected.

He became even more depressed when he saw Herbert approaching.

The next second, he saw Thor behind Herbert and screamed in fright.

"It's you?!"

The others nearby were stunned and looked at Thor, wondering what had happened.

Only he knew how terrifying Thor was.

At that time, after Thor released the spell.

This magician was the only one among the team members, besides Green Snake, who had regained consciousness.

In the dream, he realized that the space he had been in was an illusion, and then he woke up.

When he woke up, he saw black spiders flying everywhere, disgusting insects crawling all over his body, a group of people going crazy, and the captain, Green Snake, who was so scared that he wet his pants.

This hellish scene terrified him so much that he fainted again after just regaining consciousness and becoming disoriented.

He was quite certain that it was all the work of this man named Thor.

Sheriff Herbert, of course, was unaware of so many inside stories.

He could roughly guess that Thor had used mental magic, but he would never associate it with dark magic.

"Young magician, tell me your real name."

Herbert's deep voice rang out, and the other party dared not be negligent.

"Guerrero, I am Guerrero Varane."

Herbert had no recollection of the name.

As expected, he wasn't some notorious criminal.

"So, Guerrero, what is your purpose?"

Upon hearing this, Guerrero lowered his head, not daring to answer, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well what the cost of answering these questions would be.

You will kill your own family.

Herbert understood their concerns, so he leaned forward, pressed himself against Guerrero, and stared at him with sharp eyes.

We will protect you.

"Besides, everyone else has confessed, we just want to verify your testimony."

"This is also helping you; confessing can at least help reduce your sentence, right?"

In fact, no one else confessed.

This was just Herbert's negotiation tactic.

This trick has never failed.

Unfortunately, it had no effect on Guerrero.

Guerrero continues to avoid discussing the facts.

"Since they've all confessed, go find them."

"I don't need a reduced sentence."

Herbert was not surprised; he certainly hadn't expected to obtain the intelligence so easily.

He revealed his true trump card.

"Of course you can choose to keep quiet."

"Afterwards, I will send a professional black magician from the capital to conduct a mental scan on you."

"I hope you won't regret missing out on a chance for a reduced sentence."

Herbert's statement was not a lie.

As the city's sheriff, he has the authority to borrow rare black magicians from the capital when dealing with major cases.

A black magician who is directly under the royal family and strictly managed.

He didn't do that directly, mainly because of efficiency; he wanted to find clues as soon as possible.

Access to the Black Mage's account requires a strict and cumbersome approval process.

Time is the biggest problem.

"No, I'd rather be detected by a dark sorcerer."

Guerrero also knew that if they could delay for a few more days, the organization would at least realize that their operation had failed and that their losses would be reduced.

Herbert's temper flared; he grabbed the man by the collar, lifted him up, and threatened him:

"Do you think someone will come to rescue you?"

Guerrero remained very calm and shook his head.

What he hoped for was not simply to survive.

Herbert's sharp gaze was fixed on him, but Guerrero remained unmoved.

After several seconds, Herbert had no choice but to put him down.

"Damn it..." Herbert cursed.

Let's call him the Dark Mage then. We'll just have to wait a few days.

"etc."

Thor's voice rang out.

"Let's go back to the lobby first, I have a plan."

He beckoned the men to leave the cell.

After all, the main character always has to appear at the end.

He had taken out a magic potion from the system beforehand that would make the other party tell the truth, mixed it into the water, and disguised it as normal drinking water.

If you get the prisoner to take it, he will definitely tell the truth.

While it's fine to save it for future special CGs, the more important thing is to interrogate prisoners.

Moreover, Thor had extremely serious suspicions:

The pills provided by the system may have some side effects.

For example, last time he used a pill to listen to his inner voice, he was in a state of mild dizziness for several days.

It's better to test the waters with suspects when dealing with something of unknown origin.

At that moment, the glass of water laced with the drug was in Thor's hands; the pills had dissolved in the wooden glass in the interrogation room.

The water in the glass looks just like ordinary water.

Thor showed the glass of water to Isela, preparing to explain the effects of the medicine to her.

"Just take this..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Isera took the glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

"You've thought of everything quite thoroughly."

Isela finished her water and said politely.

She was already overwhelmed with a bunch of trivial matters at the church, and had rushed over earlier; she was thirsty right now.

The water that Thor brought solved the problem perfectly.

Thor: "..."

The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

Perhaps I will never be able to say it again.

Don't drink water offered by strangers.

Isn't this common sense taught in kindergarten?

Did Isela really graduate from kindergarten?

Herbert couldn't stand it anymore. "Thor, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Isera nodded. "It's so annoying so late at night. Hurry up and solve this problem. I'm so sleepy."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else looked at him with disbelief.

Is this still the polite and elegant saintess?

Isera hadn't realized what was happening yet; her face was full of disbelief, and she instinctively covered her mouth.

What did I even say?

She was just about to say something to encourage everyone.

It turned into complaining.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

She quickly explained.

"I was just telling the truth."

"I really want to go to sleep; I'm feeling really irritable right now."

As soon as she said it, she frowned.

She swore that what she meant was, "I was just joking to lighten the mood. Everyone worked very hard, and I was happy to help everyone."

For a moment, the room was deathly silent.

Everyone realized a problem.

The usually gentle saintess was actually angry.

To everyone's astonishment, Thor pushed Ysera, who was questioning her existence, into the well-soundproofed prison cell.

"I'd like to speak with Miss Saintess alone."

This was the last thing everyone heard.

Thor then closed the room.